नalla Freestyle
Intel / Context
Brief
Seedhe Maut delivers a hard-hitting freestyle filled with boasts about their lyrical prowess, success, and dominance in the Desi Hip Hop scene, dismissing their competition as weak and irrelevant. They establish their authority and threaten anyone who challenges them.
Written By
Seedhe Maut
Lyrics / Hindi
[Intro: Calm]
Yo, Aye SA, let's get it. Aanh, नalle
Itna roliye ab gaane sunke rona bhi ni aata (Fuck)
Chup hona bhi ni aata
Aisi zindagi mili jisse me khone bhi ni chahta
Thodi kati thi bheje ki to wo sona bhi ni chahta
Meri ghadi thi assi ki maine socha bhi ni zyada leli pehni to pata chala ki waqt hi ne bigaada
Mujhe paise se pehle se chidd hai uss hi ne ujaada ghar aur tabhi to chhaapu me tere papa se bhi zyada
Ye mare jaaye sheesh (Sheesh), Doom 3 (Doom)
Hain nok nukeeli Trishool ki (Aanh)
Jis din me beth jaata likhne, Bas ussi din aati hai neend sukoon ki (Sab chutiye hain)
Par Deti kala ni dhoka, National tv pe launde dikhenge jalake jota
Main tab busy tha thoda ni bola kisi ko maine, Par launde pelne ko ready the aata bahar ab ni lauda wo keedo chup raho
Kabse ghiss raha hu, Inhe pata ni tha rap kya hai tabse likh raha hu
Peeche mude poora club jab me club me ghusta hu, Jo kare nafrat mere lund pe baj jao
Ma I made it, Khaate daal bhaat saath me laal maas aur saath aath rapper (Skkrrt)
Whack ass rapper, Nalle papa k paise pe koode nakaam rapper
Main aur Sa jaaye lekar ek ak to bata mujhe kaha kaha hain rapper ye part time hi rapper hain
Pa pa ye rapper the pataal me khelu me, Sattaal me feku agatha ki novel ye khaata ni kisi ka kisi ka kisi ka feel like a G
Boss dawg ladke baat kar tameez se, Invoice lakho ki 2019 se
Badi baatein vada pav khaate launde feeke (Ohh)
[Bridge: Encore ABJ]
Seedhe maut ke bina kya jeewan, SM matter kare sangeen
Poora rap game taken liam neeson (Chee bhai cringe)
Main kabhi kabhi haste hue maardu chaanta, Chaunk matt pehle hi kaha
Rap game hai tekken jin kazama (What the fuck)
Kabhi kabhi bakchodi me beaton ki hoti hatya, Sasya! Buss kya?!
Jana tujhe door par tu thaak gaya, Darr gaya, Ghar ja, Jaa ni paya ghar kyuki, Bhool gaya ghar kya
Hatero ne sali moond li akal kya, Kare scene seedhe maut ki nakal
Aaj tootegi gend (Haan), La mere flow ka de hafta, Main karra vasooli
Tu girwi rakhe apna pen, Dekh agar hota mai zada kameena (Na, na) to keheta tujhe girvi rakh apni mem
Jaane de gande iraado khayalo se reheta door sher rehene ki koshish hai kar raha saaf dil par uska ganda hain den
De maara 2 ghante ka set, Bangalore me ye 3 gane kare back 2 back -1 pe aur fefde check
Thook denge khoon aur moot denge, bet! Ye hai poori poori disrespect aur ego check
Flow, bars, ya fir live shows, take your pick. Tera saare boxes pe karte chalte tick
Thaam mera lund aur ispe maatha tek
Main aur SA leke chale AK, Dekhe, sapere, sapole, savere, andhere, Bhatere, bhayanak
To aa mat, khuja matt yaha jaha hum khaate hai lode waha paka mat
Gar calm bole “le aa” to mai lauu kayamat, Gar calm bole “kha ja” to ni koi salamat
Bar for bar aake naaple taaqat, Leta ni koi saans saala bin ijaazat
[Outro: Encore ABJ] Tera baap Seedhe Maut
Battle Reports
Intel / Context
Brief
Seedhe Maut delivers a hard-hitting freestyle filled with boasts about their lyrical prowess, success, and dominance in the Desi Hip Hop scene, dismissing their competition as weak and irrelevant. They establish their authority and threaten anyone who challenges them.
Written By
Seedhe Maut