Do you know what everyone has been thinking about me for the past few years?
It’s too loud
It’s time to say what I thought about them
The cloud will cover you whenever you do something
It’s too loud
Freeze, my life in, slow fire
Don’t fall on my face
Don’t fall on my work, oh
Don’t fall on my face
Don’t fall on my thinking, oh
Don’t fall on my face
Don’t fall on my
Verse: 1
Gotta concentrate, what I said, if you ignored it then you’ll be archive dead
I know you’re immortal, but you can’t leave, you’ll be always instead
Always quarrel, turmoil, by increasing the distance, you become implied
But I’m not satisfied
Like all people I always like to stay infrared
You have known many things through hardship, but you didn’t know it what I hate
I met a lot of girls but I went with one for a date
I also loved him as a man, but he was one in a relationship which is complicate
I’m basically a science student, at first I found lot of girls then I can’t find but I’m not calculate
I was involved in a mess, I tried hard but I can’t escape
Because I was so in love with her, I drew her in the picture landscape
I make this audio tape, you diss me on the perplexed
So I’m sorry my response is late, I know you hate me, so wait
I’ve so much love, now I lose my faith
So now I’m said
I’ve had as much as can tolerate
I sick and tired of waiting, I done lose my patience
I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once
You want me? You got it
Don’t fall on my face (yo)
Don’t fall on my work, oh
Don’t fall on my face (yo)
Don’t fall on my thinking, oh
Don’t fall on my face (it’s too easy)
Somebody tell me that he is better than me, he better fasten it
He wants to spread this shit rap, because he only had smacking bitches
Now he talks about the real rap
He is a mumble rapper, so he only catches good pitches
But I’ve nothing to say because I have seen a man fall in love with a girl’s belly
I’m sorry because I said man, he is a woman, and I’m fuck that what you think?
You’re a baby
You can be a dummy, but her behavior opens my eye too early
I’m not your enemy, you’ve stolen something from me, and how do you dream that you’ll find a fucking Grammy
How many shit songs you made in this world were you now lost and say I’m very happy?
On the other side he has a copyright on the Bengali folk songs
Bad shah you have no ability to make real songs, you just come to fuck the songs
You and honey Singh make the fuckup songs, Indians people don’t know what they sing, and they just clap their hands
My attack is vicious, Jack the Ripper, Back in business
I see why you called yourself a great, bitch
It not just because you have lack of attention
It’s because your worship Kolkata boss, you’re sack-religious
If you’re gonna critique me
You better at least be as good or better
Get earl the hooded sweater
Whatever his fucking name is to help you put together
Some words more than just two letters
The fans waited for this moment
Like that feature when I stole this show
(ha) sorry I took boro mojhli
Don’t fall on my face (yo)
Don’t fall on my work, oh
Don’t fall on my face (yo)
Don’t fall on my thinking, oh
Don’t fall on my face (it’s too easy)
Just remember I was here before you
You tell me all the time but you never thought you’ve loose screw
First I don’t give a damn because I know some animals yelling from the zoo
You don’t know anything about rap, learn from me because I’m not new
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine
Increase the dose, unleash the most
And tell the bitches to get Grammy and fuck and themselves
They suck the blood from the entire biggest artist like some leeches
Those peoples are don’t know anything, they just go to classes and fuck the degrees
Then give album of the year to
Somebody that no one’s ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered
Do you want to listen what they know? (Yeah)
And I got no faith in your writers, I don’t believe in ghosts
When the rap needed is most, I was thinking about this matter
They just can sing, the B-I-R-D in the air
When I’m not entered in this fucking industry, they don’t scare
But actual thing is I don’t really even care
But you would think I’m always carrying an oxford dictionary in my pockets
I understand why you leave me, because you see he’s better than me
You made the fuckup remix of homicide which is made by Eminem and booby
Fuck up bitch now I create my own songs with coffee
And far as the whatever olboy or lilboy alone
You better leave me in the hell alone
Wearing your engineering doesn’t work well with cyclone
You will lose in the milestone
You’re song is fuckup things without auto tunes
I’ve holystone
You might also have forgotten why I’ve been around for so long
So don’t tell me about the culture
I inspired from the hop sins, Eminem, logics
The coles, the K-dots
The 5’9” oh brought the world 50 cent
You never understand bitch
You never a real rapper bro
It’s too loud
The cloud will cover you whenever you do something
It’s too loud
Freeze, my life in, slow fire
Don’t fall on my face
Don’t fall on my work, oh
Don’t fall on my face
