Jay Alvi: uh, dou hazar sath, mainey seekha pehli baar jab alfazon ka milap, lajawab ahsas jo mujhey hai aj tak yadh, kaghaz par mainey kiya apnay aap say baat, muzaakraat, mera raha muqabla khud he say, ghuroor nahi hai , bala woh buri hai, churi hai, yah hai yeh meri zubaan, kissi ki bus ki baat nahi kay day day lagaam, sabsey alag hoon main dekho meri teri udhaan, chalay hain jab merey ganay lagay angheti main aag, redi kay daam walay baki saray hain rappers, main gunga hota behtar , main lunga inki kehkar, safura say lekar batura kay upar , merey jaisa lao kahin dhoond kar , shooter. x 2 Haivaan: Ethay khalta main aan mera naa haivaan Chalay aandhi toofaan jaddun karan main beyaan Aj teri kahani meri zabaani Dojeya nu chad kaka teri hai wari Tere jaye mundeya nu sidha jana eh paar, Tere soochne toh pehlan main karna waar Nalleh ik gal hor rakhni hai yaad Eh wadday hathyaar teri 32bore Kad tusan fir esan karne o load Ena gallan toh phelan main ser dena khol Main chaskay ni layna main nak dena phor Kad deniyan ankhan teri gichi deni mor Khair ni ho udhi jera ghori pa takay Gal toh pehlan ethay chalde ne taphay Jay mile nijaad la lai tu hisaab Hai kida naam badshah tey kiday ser taj! Polymath: Flow ghaleez jese public ghusalkhanay Mein zehni mareez kyunke phirda pagalkhanay Zehreelay hain alfaaz bhai, likhta nai taranay Tanziya hai andaaz jese Manto k afsanay Aaho old school beat he maidaan-e-jang Qatl-o-gharat mein jeet, mein Taimur-e-Lang Phele Bhaarat mein geet beshak border ho band Mosiqi makhmoor jese charas aur bhang! Aath bar mein tu done, par mein abhi hwa shuru Awaaz meri bhaari, darwaze saare toru Alfazi kalabazi, qaafiye saare joru Maroru, mein Sikandar baaki Poru Laal Salaam, karu property sieze Jese Bhutto, aaho, cheeno zameen, nationalize the scene Kyunke daulat ki baat, mere liye tauheen Communist log, yara mere ham-nasheen ---- translations: Jay Alvi 2007, the time i learnt the manipulation of words , an unmatched feeling that i remember till this day, I conversated with myself on paper, A discussion, I stayed competing with myself, I’m not vain, Vanity is a sin, Is it a blade ? Or this just my tongue ? Nobody is capable to rein me in, I’m unique, check my zigzag ascent, Whenever my songs play , the coals catch fire, These other rappers are sell for cheap, i should’ve had impaired speech , for i will announce before killing them, Safura to Batura , try to find someone like me x2 , Shooter ! Haivaan Here I stand, my name is Haivaan Thunderstorms and tornados when i make my statements Your story in my own words Forget the rest, today it's your turn Guys like you will get thrown out I'll attack before you can even think And one more thing you better remember These big weapons and .32 caliber handguns Take them out and load them Before that I'll have already split open your head I don't fuck around, I'll break your nose Rip out your eyes and Twist your neck Not safe for those who stare You get beaten up before uttering a word And when you're let free, you can make the calculation Who's the king, on who's head is the crown Polymath Flow filthy like public toilets, Mentally ill coz i hang out in asylums, My words are poisonous, I don't write anthems Worldview sardonic like the stories of Manto Yes, this old school beat is the battlefield Victory in brutality, I'm Timur/Tamerlane Songs reach India even if the border's closed Music intoxicating like 'charas' and 'bhang' (forms of cannabis) You're done in 8 bars, but I've only begun My voice is heavy, breaking down the doors Somersaulting words, constructing rhymes Twisting them, I'm Sikandar (Alexander) everyone else is Poru (Porus) Red Salute! I sieze all the property like Bhutto Yes, steal the land, nationalize the scene Coz talk of wealth is an affront to me Communist people are my sidekicks/companions

Polymath: Suckers tremble, I turn minds to rubble Call me Babur, coz I'm bashing your temple Disassemble those who's foundation is weak I make structures collapse with just a little tweak I'm a beast, best believe I'm prowling in your lair Claws on your chin and I'm growling in your ears Smell the beer from my breath, mast malang til I'm dead Bust my lungs til they red, no return, fuck the meds Stormin B3 with a G3, not the first Pakistani To invade this territory, damn I'm sorry Polymath ain't a peace emissary, A police adversary, an obese mercenary, So hop on this merry-go-round if you wanna get down To the sounds of the militia storming your town Fuck a joint, fuck a mic, just pass it around Jay Alvi: its the sickle wielding sicko, pass the zippo, let me light one up before i smash this tempo,
 attack this instrumental, let me give you some time,
 before i spit out the lines that would tickle your mind, this is a serious joke, look at the stream of the flow, (no turbulence), 
 seems like its out of control, where is it meaning to go? (you heard of this?) 
I murdered this, burning inferno like a furnace is,
 an earnest mind, call me the current time Copernicus,
 Just a learned kid, ducking on my serpent friends, Acting real cool, but certainly just purposely, Only real dudes that be hanging in my circumference, Gotta keep it a hundred, the double of what Curtis is, Boom bap shit, this is the real rap shit, The salmons in the mainstream, going backwards, We reaching out to the classics, the magic given unto us by the masters.

Jay Alvi: shoutout to the beyond, Craig mack and biggie smalls, Inspiring youths from the booths in new york, yo true talk, the message delivered was really scribbled, by legends on a pad, the records making us mad, apprentices of these raps , now we here for the goods, Tell you to go and break a leg before we breaking your foot, Daranti Group, in your aunties room, Tasting the cook (slurp), And we looking for the platter, Alvi be her favourite rapper. Hip Hop is my girl and i’m ten years deep in her, I eat with her, not to mention also sleep with her, We in the comfort zone, i really feel at ease with her, Not abusive but im sharing all my beats with her, Hear the sound waves , travelling from here to Bombay , Merey londay, ghumay aisey jaisey don hain, And we gonn play , dekho uthay sabkay rongtay, So jani have a fun, just know that i’m the one. Polymath: Got the flavor for your ear, the salt for your wounds I keep the mehfil nodding from the dusk til the noon My crew gets respect from the rebels and the goons Sammy boy representing from the womb to the tomb Give a brother room as I slay another sucker, These phony motherfuckers, underground undercover, Faking love for the music, but abusive is this lover, Kulhara in my gaddi making all the brothers shudder, yeah I’m on my own shit, not about the trends, no Driving in my Cuore, don’t need no Benz, no Chasing after riches, labels got you in the friend zone Desi rappers losing focus, adjust the lens bro Dropping heads though, Mullah Omar in his prime Homer drinkin straw wine, rhymes placed like landmines Landslides, you’re caught in my headlights Driving in my Cuore, blasting out your death rites

Haivaan: Gaya 2018, na koi chaskay na lara yara Gali walay rhymes bhai beatain awara Deakh mic pe haivaan, hungi neendain haraam Barz nahi hum machaye kohram Le kar aye aik pehgham, qatal e aam Ab hoga shuru yahan subho sham Yeh mainstream walon ki hum gand nahi songtay Yeh filmi sitaron k loray nahi chooptay Hum chut’tay tere jaison k munh pe Peeche palat deakh tera munh ghoome Jhoomay mere sath mein publik Paidaishi tu gandu jaisay koi manglik Mang k likh beshaq tu ganay Meri tarfo behn tu yuwale Lalay, tujhe jaan k par gaye. Daranti hai hath mein aur tere ghar wer gaye. Polymath: Wazan mera ziada, beat khaane ka mein aadi Cut hai halal par mein seedha saadha 'raami Baaghi, peeta jaam, khud ka saqi, Likhta sher Yazdani, wairagi inquilaabi Aaho old school jese STN Old school itna yara and you can't comprehend So grab the pen, get the qalam Feel the talab in the maghaz Tum ek talib yeh ek sabak Get to work, roll the charas Lagi hip-hop class aj boom-bap madrasay mein Hogi saari baat sach, listen what the teacher say No headphone, gaane wajay sirf speaker pe 2pac clones mere lun se Nai karte yeh gangster chutiapa, desi tamasha Rap game ka mein chief, tu pakar mera rocker Motorhead jaanu, maare tujhko Bomber Heavy metal style, karein tujhko conquer. ------ Translations: Haivaan: 2018 has went and no one is doing anything decent They drop street bars but their beats wander aimless But on the mic is Haivaan and your sleep will be fucked We don't spit bars, we make people mourn With our message of indiscriminate slaughter It will thus begin every morning til evening We don't sniff the assholes of mainstream people Nor suck dicks of film stars We instead fire straight in your face You'll fall back as your head spins As the public dances with me You're just unlucky since birth And you can ask others to write for you Or even get your ass kicked at my place We're after you with a bloodlust The sickle in our hands and we've burst through your front door Polymath: I'm a little overweight, I eat a lot of beats This cut's halal but I'm straight up haram Rebel, drinking wine, my own bartender Write holy rhymes, ascetic revolutionary Yes, I'm old school like STN So old school that you can't comprehend So grab the pen, get the qalam (Urdu for pen) Feel the urge in your brain You're a student, this is a lesson Get to work, roll the charas It's a hip-hop class in a boom-bap madrasa (religious school) Everything said will be true, listen what the teacher say No headphones, songs blast only on speakers 2pac clones can fuck off We don't do gangster bullshit or desi fuckery Chief of the rap game, you can grab my rocker Motorhead mate, Bomber will attack you Heavy metal style, we'll conquer you

Jay Alvi: It's the most non celebrated greatest always in the making,
 couldn’t care about a throne if it was there for the taking, 
It is blatant, I am shameless, no mistaking, I aint faking, I am lazy, stationary, amazing like a painting.
 So take a peak, take a peak, Gotta get up off your knees to be able to see me, 
get rid of your little judgement you’ll know that i come clean, 
You’ll know this is unseen, 
The dopest among fiends. 
So take a hit of this and pass it around,
 all this sick shit were rapping aloud, These new rappers be mumbling and babbling out,
 we really let you know what rap is about, (its a fact no doubt). 
 Daranti Group moving y’all, til we get through to y’all, 
its about time for a hip hop coup d’etat, 
Supercharged, the movement marching on with ruthless bars,
 aint no holding back, we stay strapped for the truer cause. All you whack rappers better ring the alarm,
let me pass the mic to my brothers in arms. Polymath: It’s that death from above, raining bombs from the sky, brother Me and Jay, we takin’ flight like the Wright Brothers Night lovers, nine planets round Divine Mothers Wine guzzlers, spiritual so we shrine smugglers And for some I guess that’s complicated But the beat is an altar, we just venerate it Yet not intoxicated I feed on the sun and you feel these rhymes radiating Round your mental hemisphere, blitzin’ like a charioteer Hackin’ n’ slashin’ at fake rappers til they reappear Dungeons and dragons, I’ll puncture your wagons Watch you slip to your death, sippin Murree, straight laughing Dancing on your grave, no respect for you Chanting out in rage, no regrets jaanu Coz I gotta keep the yin with the yang, like the juice with the gin Too much of either and I’ll fall apart again Poetik Justis: Hold tight better check the microphone right Cuz these sixteens'll make a million off a fortnight// If I ghostwrite, EMF dies the whole night/roll tight, And Tell Kode to Get his code right/I see everybody/ And your style is a read only copy//edit that shit/don't act like a bitch/act like a bitch and you get smack like a bitch/wassup I'll have you seein two crosses in front like C++/The game is all fucked up/Shreyas wassup, why you hustlin backwards, why you wearing scarves with the old chappals and sandals? We all know a battle ain't something you comfortably handle/Ill see yall at the Next B3 tho, except you Smoke, you gotta finish your pedigree bro/ tired of this sucka shit, Hip-Hop for the love of it, so I'll even diss gravity to Shaikh things up a bit// what's the next topic AJ you can catch this fire connection, really put you in a Hot Fix// There's a Lotta things I aim not to be, Drugged up, Dying in poverty/ Misunderstood wit the Music Mediocrity A bald Kav-E, or Hardknock discography/ Wheres all that anger and spirit, There's only fire in the paint When you match your tone with it Don't be something else, Just Have your own image And stand alone with it/ known with it Like Everytime that Rapture goes ribbit// Teach X-CENTRIK some Excel tricks I guess that this ain't no time for bad jokes/ It's Justhat he had problems last time he Adro// This for the love of the battles/ The culture, the madness/ Pure lyrics in a track As yall Attack each other back// Make sure the shit ain't whack/Matta fact Hollup lemme tell you why it's crazy to battle me/ I been around longer than they see battle leagues// Fuck your feelings it's a rap when I gift your presence like shit fuck a gimmick don't got two fucks to give if you fuck up the lyrics/something different this side of the scene/ bro you could get murdered on any beat/we don't make friends we make friendly enemies/yall thinkin small scale like a centipede/me I'm on another league, you aint on this team you in another team I'm breathing apart, always leaving a mark, Ciphers off the dome to written pieces of art, Check my Insignia, define initiatives I been meaning to start The scene needs a spark, Im pulling lyricists out the dark, a week to respond, To whoever sleepin on yall, Is it even our fault That we respect the art More than mainstream media charts Shit is deep in our hearts It's a leap in the park, Resurrect rap music don't just keep it in bars/ It's a lethal assault/I might fuck around And give Hip-Hop a new subculture// This is Bodybag Rap MothaFuck the vultures Shout out to the real emcees in the game Know It's on us to make them remember the name

Haivaan: Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop Jaali rapperaan di ithay bund bandook Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop Nakli rapperaan di aj maa di choot Jay Alvi: No you ain't dreaming, you're hearin this heathen breathin I reason in the face of an ignorant race of people Pledging blind allegiance to their men at arms We've been going through a serious reverse rennaisance Heaven calls me to retreat from my current cause I just wanna enter hell's walls doing somersaults Fuck em all, the rapper that these motherfuckers ain't got nothin on You peepin toms Trying to creep above and get a peak inside of hip-hop Perverting the essence and message, making shit art Thinking you're the coolest, you're strictly just a nuisance All the music you're producin got the movement lookin stupid Wannabe Sufi's If they let you loose you'll be lynching us with nooses And this is how we do this Daranti Group is the movement Haivaan: Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop Jaali rapperaan di ithay bund bandook Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop Nakli rapperaan di aj maa di choot Polymath: An Islamic alcoholic kickin straight up knowledge When I rap I don't spit, I just straight up vomit So brother, I'm on it, pass the gin and tonic Reroute my brain, drop a funky sonnet Animate the crowd, blast classics underground Anarchist and proud, gas fascists to the ground No escapin this primal sound Propagate your fate, smashin states, all loud My flow's volcanic, organic Indo-Iranic Manic depressive, I don't panic when I'm stressin Fuck what you heard bro, fuck what you be listenin My approach is nihilistic, I explode like nitroglycerin Wannabe Sufi's If they let me loose I'll be blessing you with bruises This is how I do this Daranti Group mera movement Haivaan: Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop Jaali rapperaan di ithay bund bandook Daranti Group kare move, chaon ho ya dhoop Nakli rapperaan di aj maa di choot