Od Records – DRILL CYPHER

Od Records – DRILL CYPHER Lyrics

Artist: Od Records
Song: DRILL CYPHER

Drill-u-minati
Maine rooh nichod di
Kunji mod di beat pe
Ab tootni khopdi

Truth ni chod ti
Jhoot se ham rakhte hope ni
Kat ke ro ni, seekh
Apan tope hai

Feke toh bhi fatt ti asli
Bande fake hai, inki gardi nakli
Behrupiye bohot hai, zara bakna bach ke
De jhoote pampers, you can’t stay free

Par rakhte doori
Sabse zyada hard bajte wo mute pe
Volume kam jachta, halke bande
Faste ni faltu pangey me

Ham chaltey dheere, aur hai rastey lambey
Par hai akal se paidal nahi
Rehte low-key
Hoodie, mask on

But no double face
Alan walker
Karey boss up
Badlеy mausam

Tod record kar
Bajey spot par
We thе g’s
No doubt about us

Count us out of
Your town of clowns
We still appear in the list of nouns
That tells you how many killers found

Bas naam hi le lo
It’s gon’ be a trouble
Main ni pusha t, but that’s on my mind
It’s gon’ be on yours if i lost mine, no cap

Bande lit, town bbsr
sh#t idhar ka gdfr
Lele shot
I’m on kevlar

Pade fark, to main leta nipta
Karey spit hard
Jeetey bindaas
f#okey na

Par tu hai tinnka
Saans lete
Toh bhi hilta
It’s blb, naam ni mitna

Drip drip drip karte toote nalke
Fly bane chuze kal k booth me halke
Aja class kare tujhe school hum dhang se
Chala movement jabse humne rep kara bhubaneswar

Bhoolte ladke kara scene shuru yahan khud se humne
Dikhana yahan khoon ki garmi hum june me janme thooth jakad k seedha jad de joote sar pe
Yeh puchhe mujhe kyun nai tum ho loop pe bajte
Maine bola jinhe gaano me hai truth pasand woh groove h karte jhoot nai bakte jaani dekh zara kabhi mere shoes me chal k

Nai toh muh kar band
This sh#t take a lot of balls and i ain’t talking snooker son
Picture me quitting is like making out with a group of nuns
Bas bhook h manzil ki jo dikhti door h par

I’ll never ever rest, paao rukenge shikhar par pohanch kar hi
Chahiye bhot money cost cutting karna floss nai
Daant bhot sahi
Chaude me flex nai i let the bars do the talking

Karna lock nai game chahiye poori custody jaise adoption
Shauk nai pala dali soul in gaano me jaise koi horcruxes
Better watch what you say like a teleprompter
Coz if gene goes wilder, he’ll be no willy wonka

Anybody will get it if they really want some
Like you sucked at math, bet you don’t want no problems
With this grown monster
Coz ain’t no telling what i might do if i go bonkers so just don’t bother

Unless you wanna get your holes johnsoned
I’m on a globe conquer mission with no sponsors
Lockdown sariki unlock b sari gala /
Wake and bake sesh chalu achi/just au mo stereo/

“detail” feature high as f#ck all the time/
Jemiti lil wayne ra “no worries” video/
Mo bedroom studio/ re hi ta out hue zone/
Mix hue dope jemiti whiskey sange coke/

Mastered the ice cold flow! hit export/
Ta pare gote hi bar re kale sabu overdose/
Bahut jana kahu thile music re nahi scope/
Kadali upadesh dei khali karu thile bore/

Family re b kehi kari nathile support/
But against all the odds , came up to be a pro/
Ebe darkar achi smoke/ kara gp ru score/
Spot re pahanchiki kara kara genesis ku call/

Bhai asi jaa kari dabu tu crush au roll/
Joint light kari play haba eminem,cole/
Hate kariba loka ta hate kari chalu thibe/
Ta chada na au kichi kebe kari paribe/

Laguni rent au bill ta nije bhari paru thibe/
Tanka pae ta reel life hi real au real life fake/
They be wishing that u fail/ sabu fake tanka praise/
Tanka validation paee kebe kare nahi wait/

Silly talks re nahi mu rakhe verses re weight/
If you got what it takes, boi do a bench press/
Thaki galu jadi ne tike break/
Niswas prashwas dheere dheere ne/

Akhi booji, hata jodi kare tike pray/
Au kau level re achi aji mu dekh/
Finest in the city/
Been out spazzin whoever they say to be the best in the state/

And i don’t even care/
I’m the god b#tch i’m all up in your temples/
Pay homage like a rental/
Or get my genitals all up in your dental/

Faadi aise teri abb jud ni sakti..
Teri bandi saath mere raat bhul nhi sakti…
Tu sapno mai kitna bhi udd le chhote…
Lekin asli macchli kabhi udd nhi sakti..

Teri nakli chamak hai jaise silicon..
Mere pairo mai tu hai jaise paragon..
Baate spark likhu mai jaise ignition..
Meri lambi hai daud jaise marathon..

Ghar baithe bhokte baate bus chodte…
Karne ko aata nhi rap bro..
Beto ko thokte , meethe ye chaukte..
Drill do ya fir dedo trap bro…

Puche ye mujhse ukhada kya tune toh sun le mai hu tera dad (woah)..
Scene mai jitne bhi og hai le bete unn k sang kar ra collab bro…
Cheefaad karu jaise pen meri aari..
Jale gaand inki roz meri baate hai chingari..

Bete mai hu gadadhaari..tabhi bars mere bhaari…
Likhu roz beta maano..sarkaari hu likhaari..
Lafzon ka mai juaari…punchline ka pujaari..
Likhu gaane aise sick lage rap ki bimaari..

Tera flow hoga safari mera flow bete ferrari..
Jab bhi beat pe aau to fatte bamb har baari..
f#ck a jack i attack on the track , get back if you wack
Or i snap and i wrap and i drag bodybag

As i dab on your #ss
As i puff puff pass, gettin huffed on grass
Like a slow-mo dash, like my flow on hash
Stein

I just rhymed 20 times in a line, i’m so fine
Mind on cloud 9, call me rhyme stien (rammstein)
Not the rock band, but i’m dope man
Take a toke and (token) go tekken on the game

Like redman, imma dead them dead end
Y’all dead men, behead them,fin ,the end
Huh, yeah
What was that, like 40x?

I’m flexin’ on you like a banner
I’m bruce, my anger is huge
My dagger accused
Of deading a douche

And threading a noose
To strangle a goose
You sitting like ducks
So you better duck

A quack and you’re f#cked
You wankers confused?
Are you ready to lose?
I’m lighting a fuse

Let’s fight and no truce
Now, what do you choose?
The red pill or blue?
You still finna lose

My tongue’s gettin’ loose
It’s starting to shoot
Like do do do do
I writin this sh#t as i’m takin a deuce

All you drop are droppings
I’m all or nothing
I’m not for nothing
I knock your knockings

And bluff your bluffin’
And f#ck your faking
I’m the drug you taking
Affront your fronting

A grunt you grunting
I’m the stunt, you stunting
It’s a hunt, i’m hunting
I’m blunt, i’m blunting

Your knots are nothing
Add up to nothing
Or stand for something
Bad mon

Beta teri bedha garak baat man
Pehele tu fir jaat teri badnaam
Yaha baithe baithe kate sar sar-e-aam
Udhedhu pehele khaal tabhi lage daam

Yaha lagte beta shraap leke mere naam
Chalte firte jate mujhe puche
“kya main hu sane?”
Hussain

Saddam
Want some ? get some
Murder on these sick flips call it the red rum
Boi im like the syphillis givin these cocks burns

These bois aint got what it takes to
Stop karn
Hai na meri patients main banda nhi doctor
Hip hop tere baap ka ghar nhi hai toh

Knock kar
Sale is ghar ka malik main , tu toh hai
Naukar
Maarte beta rabbits ko karke hum torture

Iss game mein sare bacche ye sale hain
Toddlers
Lagi inhe pyaas i get it they got thirst
Beta dun ghumake peeche se

c#ck thrust
Na bhidna humse rahega nhi tu conscious
Aja beta beat pe dikhadun kon sus
Tere jaise bante yaha pe roze dus

What u gon do roast us
Kardun beta choor not crush
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Od Records Lyrics – DRILL CYPHER

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From the album:
Work in Progress
Release Year: 2019