Chorus

Peelo

Gutter ka pani peelo

Kabhi na kabhi to peelo

Me hero tu hai zero



Rapverse1 (Waqas)



Don't even go there kid you know I'm out of your damn reach

Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach

And when all systems fail you return to the beats

But got nothing to say, the chosen one for defeat

And I spot you in the crowd while I flash in the spotlight

How you wish you could be more like me and bust over beats tight

And reach out to these kids 'cause when I speak you know they listen

I paid the king a visit now he delivers pizza in prison

You said I was bizarre don't watch stars mob floors

You see I was hardcore if you gave me less I made it more

But fuck that one love baby let's hit for that cheddar

Basically we the same I just make it look better



Chorus



Rapverse2 (Lenny)



Toma del arroyo de los celos, perros

Te lo digo en la lengua de mi amigo, peelo

Te duele toda rima que yo escribo, y sigo

Siendo en estos montes yo el mero, mero

Hijo de la gran p***

Un momento, respeto a la madre tuya

Porque eres tu quien es la puta

Pobrecito toma mi rima y mis contratos

Quieres estar en mis zapatos

En la supuesta rampa de la fama

No vendas la carne antes mata la vaca

No estas listo niño

Para una guerra verbal

Es a mi al que siempre te van a comparar



Translation:



Drink of the rivulet of jealousy, dogs

Now I'll say it in his native tongue, peelo

You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep

Been in this countryside the fucking one

Son of a b****

Hold it!! Respect to your mama

Coz it is you who's the bitch

Poor little thing, here you have my rhyme and my contracts

You want to be in my shoes

In the so-called spotlight

You know you can't sell the meat before killing the cow

You ain't ready kid

To a verbal war

It will always be me who you gonna be compare to



Chorus



Rapverse3 (Isam)



You claim that I'm a mammas boy

Cuz I don't smoke or drink alcohol

She claims that I'm criminal like last weeks thief at the mall

Some say I don't sound like hip hop suppose to sound

Ain't got no L.A, N.Y, Dirty South type of sound

That's what I'm trying say

I was born and raised here

Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here

Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot

While they were screaming pour some liquor

We prayed all night in the mosque

Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year"

Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year"

Ask Jay-B, he'll tell ya, no stormy weather

Not even the ugliest typhoon could ruin this set up

I was laughing, TZZZ!!! All the way to the bank

Changed the whole game based on a pop album prank

Hell next year for the fun of it

We do it again, again and again

2000 and 3, 4, 10