Текст и перевод песни TRiK feat. SKY & 9ine T - Introduction [Remix]

Introduction [Remix]

Insaani nahi lakshan
Khud se hi uth ta bharosa mera aksar
Seedha rehna mushkil hai pados mai taskar
Charas, ganja aur powder se latpat

Tere liye nasha jo woh mere liye sar dard
Meri manzil ke beech ni ayega khuch ab
Paani yaha izzat aasan nahi, durlabh
Dharaa mai baha dun tujhe jaha dekhun sulabh

Na jaane kaha gum hota roz
Mera hosh
Lena dena nahi tab bhi dost
Deta dosh
Buraa background, aaj ilaka mera posh
Tu hilata aur hum stage pe de rhe pose
Roz karun kaam nahi dream mera forbes
Fuck the whole world lagake manforce
Taapna bhi aata jab band saare doors
I don't make musik 4 the fuckin dance floor

Khuch bhi na dhoondun mujhe khud ki hi khoj
Mai hi khud pe hu boj aur mai hi mera tod
Rukegi na race kati lambi hai road
Dum kheechu apni duniya mai chalaun skateboard
Aaine se khoon, aakhen hai ya red fort
Apni pe aaun toh inke sil jaye hoth
Karega qatal e aam jo hai hai sabse bada fraud
Bik gaya son of jesus dekh ke note

Ghante pe label tera desi hip hop
Hume koi ni chalata, na koi rok na koi tok
Letaa teri gand har roz tera boss
Head to tail jaise kar rha toss

Bole mai hoon humble, par jana on top
Milunga tujhe wahi jab hunga mai off
Ho rhi trip kara beat ko snort
Introduction unke liye jo sawal kare boht

Introduction [Remix]

Not a mortal, but a beacon
Self-confidence rises within, like an echoing akshar
Living upright is a challenge, surrounded by schemers
Cocaine, marijuana and powder, a sticky web

Your addiction, a headache for me
Nothing will stand between me and my destination
Water, a precious resource, not easily found here
I'll drown you in the gutter, where you belong

I lose track of time daily
My senses wander
We exchange nothing, yet you call me a friend
You lay blame
My humble background, now a posh area
You shake your head, while I pose on stage
I work hard every day, my dream is Forbes
Fuck the whole world, I'll use my strength
I can hustle, even when the doors are closed
I don't make music for the fucking dance floor

I don't seek anything, only to find myself
I am my own burden, my own salvation
The race won't stop, the road is long
I'll smoke a joint, and skate through my own world
My eyes, bloodshot, like the Red Fort
If I come to my senses, your lips will seal shut
The biggest fraud, committing mass murder
The son of Jesus, sold out for money

Your label, Desi Hip Hop, is a joke
No one controls us, we're free to do as we please
Your boss fucks you every day
Like he's playing heads or tails

You claim to be humble, but you want to be on top
I'll meet you there when I'm finished
I'm tripping, snorting the beat
Introduction, for those who ask too many questions