Текст и перевод песни Muhfaad - Bhoot Banega

Bhoot Banega

Bhoot banega bhoot banega
Jab jab mera mood banega
Tab tab tera bhoot banega
Jab jab mera mood banega
Tab tab tera bhoot banega

Oonch neech ka paapada
Kalamkaar ka fawada
Gurgaon ka majdoor tu
Apni hi kabar khod raha hai bawla

Ha bhai Pinky chhinl ae
Kya haal
Suna hai tu pink se hi gaya laal
Bimari hai dimaag ki ya color blind hai
Hare gaanje ki jagah fooke peela maal

Tujhe naapne ka shauk use nachne ka
Ghatiya awaaz mein mic pe paadne ka
Leak kiya gaana taaki challenge na jeetun
Khauf dekho Muhfaad se haarne ka

Muhfaad naam tujhko nahi khaas laga
Tujhe behan ke ghode ko ghaas laga
Tujhe laga tu kha gaya mujhe
Jab tere munh mein
Lacheeli haddi wala maans rakha

Mera hath utha to kohram likha
Meri aankh jhuka de sareaam nigah
Fame hath ka hai mael
Khel baayein hath ka
Jahan Hindi mein ek maharaj likha
Ausat main bataun to hoon boht sakht main
Free fund teri loonga badhiya mausam mein
Kalamkaar se mile tere bhai ko paise
Par parchiyan kat rahi hain 64 pe

Baje khaali bartan gire toot ke glass
22 din inki kari mute thi awaaz
Pehle bezzati ho gayi thi itni zyada
Dekhe aaina to khade dikhe jhooth ke khilaf

Teri 32 bit umar 16 bit dimag
Dekh dog in the mirror case bih I'm a god
Gaana baj raha jaise yeh pandu baje the
Aur kya chal raha hai
Poochho mat maharaj

Real Krsna nikla tu yeh naam ka
Harjas ne izzat duba di hai khamakha
Lanka jalayega Rawan ki Pavan Putra nahi
Launda yeh Sant Ram ka

Kangali mein aata nahi geela mera
Sab fit par pench tha dheela tera
Peela rang mera favourite ho gaya
Jabse favourite wrapper maine chheela tera

Mere joote saaf tere moze stinky
Beef se kamayi hoti kitne din ki
Smell beef kar leti hai topi iski
Tabhi 2 rupaye mein soonghti hai topa Pinky

Ghoom munh chhupa ke daal do do topi
Bante orignal hain yeh karke copy
Bolo na Pinky tumhein maa kasam hai
Gaana leak karke artist kaise banogi

Jab jab mera mood banega
Tab tab tera bhoot banega
Jab jab mera mood banega
Tab tab tera bhoot banega
Jab jab mera mood banega
Tab tab tera bhoot banega
Jab jab mera mood banega
Tab tab tera bhoot banega

Abe udta teer tujhe lene ka shauk
Har gaana mera tere liye free gift shop
B*a pa*ty pehne ke bana video tu C P mein
Hip-hop nahi tere liye bana Tik-Tok

Symphony baat kare music aata nahi
Tere hook tu akela khud tu gaata nahi
Tu banega bach
Bakk be
Tera to abba bhi harmonium bajata nahi

14 saal se tu aaj tak prove hi kar raha hai
8 saal se dekh raha hoon improve nahi kar raha hai
Aadat aur harkaton ke maddenazar
Tu pulling streeling mein bhi
Confuse hi kar raha hai

Dare karun choose bolun truth
Sach ek hota baaki multiple jhooth
Gawahiyan chhod ke ailan laga karne
Jabse saale bikne lage hain sabeet

Paani ka paani aur doodh ka doodh
Banta nahi sach kabhi jhooth pe jhoot
Munh poora khul raha nahi rapper banenge
Spit karne se pehle babu gutka thook

Karun CT scan zaroorat hai ilaaj ki
Kal ki breaking news sun le tu aaj hi
4 ulti seeti laga doonga peechhe
Ghanta ghar pe bajega to Rajouri tak awaz hogi

Stop tere career ka "Aage chal"
March hai yeh left right bhage chal
Boht tej full teji mein raftaar pakad
Kadam aur karam dekh sar jhuka ke chal

Teri baaji khatam meri den hai
Likh mat hath chhodne pe aaya pen hai
Teri maa behan bandi mein interest nahi
Abhinav mera dost hai Vineeta meri behan hai

Abbe tu nahi nahi kahin se bhi Krishna
Navjaat shishu ke shishn
Teri funsi ko karun bhale diss na
Par teri mardangi pe uthenge prashna

Har baar bole jawab nahi dunga main iske baad
Phir dekhe ladu next ab kiske sath
Tere baaki gaane itne average
Tera naam hua hai Emiway ke diss ke baad

Chemical locha nahi kami hai akal ki
Doon bhaari jawab teri baatein hain halki
Tu militant war wali jagah se
Writen clear ho raha nahi
Baat kar raha hai physical ki

Main woh nice guy jo finish kare last
Green day hai roz mera maal phoonkun best
Toone chilmein jalai koyi mila nahi bhola
Bhandi mein phoonkne ka khud diya fact

Tu badhiya likhta hai till you make some noise
Dimag hai mehnati khachri voice
Duba ke main maar doonga machhli ko is
Par yeh bani rubber ki used nakli toys

Its your choice

Lets play space bar
Antariksh ke paar, adrishya bar
Chhape ishtihaar bane rapper rishtedar
Maheene ki kishtein 5 kalamkaar ki list mein 4
Meme banao ispe aaj
News to yaar yeh har baar hi breaking hai
Ke karun lyrical break
Dance bane lyrical breakdowns
Main sabke dekhta hoon par main fan Afaik ka hoon
Sicko mode on bhale karo na viral
Munh pe chadha jo aaj-kal
Sabke mask woh face ka hoon

Bich I'm Gaurav Paul character original
Kakarot bardock sab hain fictional
6 kills name taken 7
Akela ladunga kyunki aal fights are personal

Chauda mat ho Gurgaon ke naam par
Hari ke nagar Godzila se main aaya monster
Go green 3 scars on tha can not sponsored
Par reference ke points bhi to
Chahiye na Rohan sir

Bhoot banega
Punch maarne ke liye knowledge chahiye
Yeh rhyme ke liye bolta hai, koyi nahi sahi hai
Kaun se pool mein hoti ball munh ke paas hai
Jahan jaw ke neeche hona cue ko chahiye
Munh ko chahiye rakhna band kuchh cheezon mein
Racist hai yeh is'se zyada badtameez hoon main

Kya hi kheloon tere sath chhod
Tu peeli ball hi chhupa dega ego mein
Le photo frame ki
Kasam tujhe troll nahi kar rahe
Pool table pe maharaj makhaul nahi kar rahe
32 saal se launde ka game play
Deewaron mein takkar hi lag rahi hai
Hole nahi mil rahe
Kaan la raz bataun jaldi aa
Tera kat raha hai mat kar ghaltiyan
Baat aayi raftaar pe to chalaaki dekho
Khud peechhe ho gaye tujhe aage kar diya

Bete se ho raha nahi comeback
Papa bhi hai duvidha mein
Kaise loon yeh cum back
Kaun aaya waapas, koyi nahi
Jala ke kiya murder gaya main redrum phenk

Fake label hai Ankit aur Dilin ka startup
Fact hai yeh 4 ungli wala munh pe rehpat
Tera to kaagaz pe naam tak nahi hai
Tu partner kahan se tu hai part time rapper
Tere panne ragdun nikle karmon ka mael
Double pen tabhi do rakhe l

Raftaar ne Gaurav se paala nahi
Ankit ne pee ko rakhi hai
Yeh kalamkaar ki rakhel

Gaane mein phenkun to hoti tabahi hai
Tedhi kalam chale raper tu nayi hai
Angrezi rapper ki grammar hi ghalat
Aur English bhi stage pe bol nahi paayi yeh
Tu sellout hai tere jaise aur nahi chahiye
Rap ke liye honi beta soul bhi chahiye
Tera mor nahi ban'ni to morni chahiye
2016 se hi baat maine bolni chahi hai
Ke yeh insucure hai man mein inke chor hai
Khud pe nahi bharosa laate milke zor hai
Na mere upar thi handi na munh par tha makhan
Maakhan chor maine paap ki di matki phod hai

Tere bas ki na
Ego sach bolne se peechhe hat gayi na
Tu matki ka saara makhan kha gaya maakhan chor
Karunga nahi pehal dimag mein dhar le
Dool pe tu bachega nahi bol de ghar pe
Mere sath yahi dikkat hai maut tak ladunga
Aur tu photo leke khush neeche ghar ke

Mil to leta upar tak aake
Ya main ghar pe hi nahi tha chal sach bata de
Respect karta hota to pink launde
Upar aake chhu ke jaata paer maa ke

Aake mere block mein chhup ke yeh bach bach
Dhamkiyan dete par karte nahi touch wouch
Gaane mere gaate gaate mirchiyan bech
Dunga sabko asli masale main sach sach

Pusi aas nibha rapper
Tu kya hi lega meri keh kar
Acetone ke kar jaake kulle
Aisi tone se koyi goonga bhi behtar
I sleep well mattress pe rap karun palang tod
Pichhwade ki welding kara le ja wazan boht
Tere munh pe main chaadar chadha ke
Tere gade phaad dunga ho gayi hai sharam boht
Zor laake tui da vi likhda tu whack
Ad nu chhad ke sahi ik vi nahi fact
3 bag rakhe full mere kol ne saboot
Oh baabe black sheep hunne aa kar check
Gaane sadde very good saare vairi gud
Dur phitte munh tere lag pairi putt
Na Cali na Mohali mera Delhi hood
Jithe meri thaan utte aundi meri saheli udd

Chidi udd, kaa udd
Pinky udd, kaa udd
Abe lambi zuban wale medhak
Main duck nahi karta
Har line mein hai stand up
Uchhalta hi reh gaya hip hop mera
Par shaant baith battle nahi
Maharaj ki hai baithak

Pal occupied Krishna comedian main
You are out of the world tu alien hai
200 repaye lagaye Insta ki photo pe
Tab se bencho mere saare million hai
Zarurat nahi chhupane ki
Zurrat tum karo to aane ki
A21 phase DLF park drive
Best line hai yeh gaane ki

Kala aur baazi hath se leke baazu mein
Kalabaziyon mein halka hai tu tarazuon mein
Jab aapko kehde jo bina baat ke nahi naraaz hota
Beta woh maharaj hoon main

I Will Become a Ghost

I will become a ghost, I will become a ghost
Whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it

Ups and downs
Benefits of being an artist
You, a laborer from Gurgaon
Are digging your own grave, fool

Hey Pinky, what's up
How are you
Heard you turned red with pink
Is it a brain disease or are you color blind
Instead of green weed you smoked yellow stuff

Your desire to measure up to me, to dance with me
To step on the mic with your pathetic voice
You leaked the song so I wouldn't win the challenge
See the fear of losing to Muhfaad

The name Muhfaad didn't sit well with you
You liked the grass that fed your sister's horse
You thought you devoured me
When you had
The meat with the loose bone in your mouth

When my hand rises, it spells havoc
My eyes can shamelessly stare down anyone
Fame is just a handful of dirt
The game is in my left hand
Where 'Maharaj' is written in Hindi
On average, let me tell you, I'm very tough
I'll take your free fund in good weather
Your brother gets money from artists
But they're cutting out flyers at 64

Empty vessels make the most noise, glass shatters
For 22 days their voice was muted
They were humiliated so much before
Looking in the mirror, they stood against the lies

Your 32-bit age, 16-bit brain
Look in the mirror, case in point, I'm a god
The song's playing like it's those old gramophones
And what else is going on
Don't ask, Maharaj

You call yourself the Real Krishna
Harjas has completely destroyed your respect
This isn't Ravan's son Pavan Putra who will burn Lanka
This guy is Sant Ram's

My spirit doesn't dampen in poverty
Every screw on your fit was loose
Yellow became my favorite color
Ever since I peeled your favorite wrapper

My shoes are clean, your socks are stinky
How many days' earnings from beef
Even your hat smells of beef
That's why you sniff for 2 rupees, Pinky

Shut up and put on two hats
Claiming to be original by copying
Tell me Pinky, I swear to your mother
How will you become an artist by leaking songs

Whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it
I will make you a ghost, whenever I feel like it

Hey, a flying arrow dares to come for you
Every song of mine is a free gift shop for you
You made a video wearing b*a pa*ty in C P
Hip-hop isn't for you, it's Tik-Tok

Symphony talks but you don't understand music
You can't even sing your own hooks alone
You will become a...
Bakk be...
Even your dad doesn't play the harmonium

For 14 years you've been trying to prove yourself
I've been watching for 8 years, you haven't improved
Judging by your habits and actions
Even in pulling and stealing
You're only confusing yourself

Dare I say choose truth
There's only one truth, the rest are multiple lies
Leaving behind testimonies to make announcements
Ever since bastards started selling themselves as witnesses

Water is water, milk is milk
Truth can never be built on lies
You can't even open your mouth properly, how will you be a rapper
Before spitting, baby, swallow your gutka

Let me do a CT scan, you need treatment
Listen to tomorrow's breaking news today
I will whistle four times from behind
The clock tower will chime, the sound will reach Rajouri

Stop your career's "Move forward"
This is a march, left-right, run
Run fast, pick up the pace
Watch your step and your actions, bow your head and walk

Your game is over, it's my turn
Don't write, the pen has come to leave your hand
Not interested in your mother, sister, or girlfriend
Abhinav is my friend, Vineeta is my sister

Hey, you're not Krishna at all
The penis of a newborn baby
I may not diss your pimple
But your manhood will be questioned

Every time you say I won't reply after this
Then you see who's next to get the candy
The rest of your songs are so average
You got famous after Emiway's diss

It's not a chemical imbalance, it's a lack of sense
Your words are heavy, but your actions are light
You're from a militant war zone
It's not clear what you're talking about
You're talking about getting physical

I'm the nice guy who finishes last
Every day is green day for me, smoking the best stuff
You lit up chillums but couldn't find Shiva
You yourself admitted to smoking in a closet

You write well, till you make some noise
You have a hardworking brain, a kachri voice
I would've drowned and killed this fish
But it's made of rubber, a used fake toy

It's your choice

Let's play space bar
Beyond space, an invisible bar
Printing ads, relatives becoming rappers
Monthly installments, 4 out of 5 artists on the list
Make a meme on this today
Dude, this news is breaking every time
Should I do a lyrical break
Dance becomes lyrical breakdowns
I see everyone, but I'm a fan of Afaik
Sicko mode on, even if it doesn't go viral
What's on everyone's mouth these days
I'm the mask for everyone's face

Bitch, I'm Gaurav Paul, an original character
Kakarot, Bardock, all fictional
6 kills, name taken, 7
I'll fight alone because all fights are personal

Don't get cocky in Gurgaon's name
I'm a monster from the city of Hari, Godzilla
Go green, 3 scars on, that can't be sponsored
But for reference points you
Need Rohan sir, right?

I will become a ghost
You need knowledge to throw a punch
He talks about rhymes, no one is right
In which pool is the ball near the mouth
Where the cue should be below the jaw
You should keep your mouth shut about some things
He's racist, I'm more rude than that

What should I play with you, leave it
You'll hide the yellow ball in your ego
Take the photo frame
I swear, we're not trolling you
Maharaj, we are not making fun of you at the pool table
For 32 years, the boy's gameplay
Is just hitting the walls
Not finding the hole
Listen, let me tell you a secret, come closer
Yours is getting cut, don't make mistakes
When it comes to speed, see the cunningness
You fell behind, I put you ahead

The son can't make a comeback
Dad is also in a dilemma
How do I take this comeback
Who came back, no one
I burned and murdered, now I'm throwing redrum

Fake label is Ankit and Dilin's startup
The fact is that this 4-fingered slap on your face
Your name is not even on paper
How can you be a partner, you are a part-time rapper
I will scrub your pages, the dirt of your deeds will come out
That's why I keep two pens, double pen

Raftaar didn't get along with Gaurav
Ankit has kept Pee
This artist's mistress

When I throw it in a song, it's a disaster
You're a new rapper, your pen runs crooked
The English rapper's grammar is wrong
And she couldn't even speak English on stage
You're a sellout, we don't need another one like you
You need soul for rap, son
If you can't be a peacock, at least be a peahen
I've been wanting to say this since 2016
That these people are insecure, there's a thief in their hearts
They don't trust themselves, they bring force together
There was no upper hand on me, no butter on my mouth
I'm the butter thief, I broke the pot of sin

You can't handle it
Ego backed down from speaking the truth, right
You ate all the butter from the pot, butter thief
I won't take the initiative, keep that in mind
Tell your family, you won't survive on tricks
This is the problem with me, I will fight till death
And you are happy downstairs with a photo

You would've come upstairs if you wanted to meet
Or tell me the truth, I wasn't even home
If you respected me, you pink boy
You would've come upstairs and touched my mother's feet

Coming to my block and hiding like this, bach bach
You threaten but don't touch, ouch
Singing my songs, selling chilies
I'll give everyone the real spices, the truth

Pussy-ass rapper
What will you take from me
Go gargle with acetone
Even a mute person is better with that tone
I sleep well on a mattress, I break the bed when I rap
Get your ass welded, it weighs too much
I'll cover your face with a sheet
I'll tear your mattress, you should be ashamed
You try hard and write, you're whack
Leave the ads, there's not a single fact
I have 3 bags full of evidence
Oh baby, black sheep, come and check
Our songs are very good, all very good
Your mouth is shut, you look like a lost puppy
Not Cali, not Mohali, my Delhi hood
Where my pride is high, my friend will fly

Bird flies, crow flies
Pinky flies, crow flies
Hey you long-tongued frog
I don't duck
There's stand-up in every line
My hip-hop keeps bouncing
But I don't sit quietly in a battle
Maharaj is holding court

For a while, I was occupied, Krishna comedian
You are out of this world, you're an alien
You spent 200 rupees on an Insta photo
Since then, all my benches are million-dollar ones
No need to hide
If you dare, then come
A21 phase DLF park drive
This is the best line of the song

Art and game, in my hand and my arm
You're light in acrobatics, on the scales
When you tell them, and they don't get angry without reason
Son, I am Maharaj