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DIRECTED BY: Daniele Cernera Cerne Studios
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LYRICS:
I'm a beast mother* stalking emcees like the ripper did
Murderous, no conscious, now watch me architecture it//
Obiliterate competition, living legend no tolerance//
Veterans, Deshi MCs, "Forever we magnificent"
Half the shit you writing man, I'm writing in my f* sleep
High like "Apollo", while I be slitting throats, "Assassins Creed"//
All these small kids, trying to be students of Bangla Rap//
But how? when they don't got tuition fees//
The hair on their body stands, when I'm on a beat//
No rapper born yet in the BD, like X, a real emcee//
Everytime I spit a verse, you question your ability//
I spit on your mic, and I'm saying this publicly//
Who likes whose "fb" status? No self identity//
A bunch of kiss asses in the mother* industry//
Diversity none!, real raps a minority, priority to bring back, "Beat"haven and the symphony//
*Chorus: From the right to the left, people know the name, “Xplosive”!
I am still writing, still gunnin, coming for your crew when the lights go out
The true holder of the throne, Im taking it back NOW
Lal Bagh’s people know what its about, Mohammadpur’s ganja is what im dreaming about//
Deshi MCs eternal, no more playing around, Pioneers of Banglish HipHop! Taking back the crown!
VERSE 2:
Acting like you mother* made and sh1t, all the views, all the likes, yet you still sucking d***// Became a rapper in one day, and a king in a dream//
Youtube hotshot you looking like a frog// If you put down the culture of Bangladesh again, there will be machines aimed at your chest//
Ya body found in some village// Im from Lal Bagh, drop a beat and witness me body bag it//
SHOTS I be f you up B, rip out your vocal chords and hang it up as a trophy//
Can’t even speak Bangla, wearing a dog chain, with a lollipop, while we on some raw tobacco//
And these syllables, miracles at the peak of the pinnacle// Deshi MCs typical, bringing nothing but funerals//
Bangla rap brain dead, the doc going all clinical
Awakening it from the dead, aint even called up the generals
Skibkhan, Shaq, Mugz, writing so worthy its biblical//
Studio gangstas, never touched nothing mechanical//
Get the chef to cut your tongue into multiple numerals//
Help your one type flow become something valuable//
CHORUS REPEATS