Lafz Overloaded
Maa kasam ye game poora circus ka tent laga,
Ek joker ne crown pehna, doosra bent pada,
Sab “real” bane firte par rent pe khada,
Naam nahi leta… phir bhi har ek offend pada.
Poora scene sponsored tantrikon se bhara hai,
Caption revolutionary, par ghar brand-deal se chal raha hai,
Sabke andar ego, upar se fake ethics,
Ye rap nahi hai beta… ye bas PR metrics.
Main aaya toh poora genre vinaash mode pe,
Inke ghostwriter dubak gaye thande safe zone mein,
Flow mera kaala jaadu — sab matter fold karun,
Ye nursery rhyme wale rappers, inpe anthrax bharun.
Metaphor ghaatak, aankh laal Nether mode,
Beat pe chadhke slaughterhouse wala episode,
Tu clout ka bhookha — roz ek injection chahiye,
Main underground lava — phategi zameen, bas tension chahiye.
Tu views ka pujari, main craft ka nasha karun,
Tu reel pe romantic, main dard bayaan karun,
Tu caption mein savage, asli mein phati padi,
Main mic pe volcanic — poori dharti hila di.
Aur jo sabse zyada “real” hone ka dhong karte na,
Wahi camera dekh ke sabse pehle rang badalte na,
Bahar se badmosh, par filtered inki skin hai,
Inka revolution bhi ab "Buy 1 Get 1" ki scheme hai.
Abe ye diss nahi — ye toh postmortem hai,
Har doosra rapper algorithm ka gulam, dimaag kam hai,
Ek haath mic pe, doosra sponsor ki jeb mein,
Tum independent? Abe poora scene hi bik gaya cell mein.
Gully ka vidvaan, purana historian,
Bars nuclear mere, flow poora dystopian,
Scene kare cosplay jaise nakli Napoleon,
Camera off hote hi thande... naram petroleum.
Aankhon mein static, dimaag mein riot hai,
Sab "GOAT" bane baithe — par koi nahi kharid raha, riot hai,
Main jab likhta hoon poora room sunn pad jata,
Raakh se utha hoon, tabhi lafzon ka tyrant kehlata.
Industry ke bhediye bhed ban ke ghoomein,
Hath saaf dikhate, par niyat poori khooni,
Award ke liye ye apni rooh ki nelaami kar dein,
Main zinda hoon kyunki mere lafz hamesha loaded rahein.
Main woh awaaz jo andheron ko cheer de,
Mic pe aake poore daur ki taqdeer badal de,
Bhookh aisi — ki lafz hi meri raatein khaayein,
Beat pe qatl aisa, ki police gawah dhoondh na paayein.
Syllables se kaatun jo bhi beech mein aaye,
Main beat ko nahi — ye naad mujhe nachaye,
Ye rap nahi beta, pressure cooker ki seeti hai,
Har line current, har pause mein maut likhi hai.
Mera pen nahi chalta — aari hai, surgical,
Tere 16 bars? Mere warm-up ka circle,
Main rhyme karun toh lage Sanskrit pe war hai,
Ye rap kam... LinkedIn pe naukri ki guhaar hai.
Flow kabhi kathak, qawwali ya drill bhi,
Dilli ki gali, kabhi Bombay ki chill bhi,
Urdu ka zeher, kabhi tapori wali skill bhi,
Lyrical chameleon — andar poora ill beast.
Kalam meri Vajra, dimaag Chanakya jaisa,
Mic pe aaya toh poora scene gayab, jaise koi hadsa,
Inki poori wave bas temporary data hai,
Main woh gehra daag... jo tera baap bhi mita nahi paata.
Aaja agar chahiye jung ka trailer,
Main woh chapter jise padhke mute hote hater he,
Kalam meri kaali, dimaag excavator,
Scene ka Yamraj, pure game ka dictator.
Na main saint, na messiah, na trend ka gulaam,
Main woh aag jo cheekh-cheekh ke likhe apna naam,
Tum sab rented rage aur cosmetic fire ho,
Main pressure mein hua paida jo... zinda survivor hoon.