DESHI MCS - Taking Back The Crown by Xplosive Flowrical Lyrics
[Verse 1: Xplosive Flowrical]
I'm a beast motherfucker stalking emcees like the ripper did
Murderous, no conscious, now watch me architecture it
Obiliterate competition, living legend no tolerance
Veterans, Deshi MCs, "Forever we magnificent"
Half the shit you writing man, I'm writing in my fucking sleep
High like "Apollo", while I be slitting throats, "Assassins Creed"
All these small kids, trying to be students of Bangla Rap
But how? when they don't got tuition fees
The hair on their body stands, when I'm on a beat
No rapper born yet in the BD, like X, a real emcee
Everytime I spit a verse, you question your ability
I spit on your mic, and I'm saying this publicly
Who likes whose "fb" status? No self identity
A bunch of kiss asses in the motherfucker industry
Diversity none!, real raps a minority, priority to bring back, "Beat" haven and the symphony
[Chorus]
From the right to the left, people know the name, “Xplosive”!
I am still writing, still gunnin, coming for your crew when the lights go out
The true holder of the throne, Im taking it back NOW
Lal Bagh’s people know what its about, Mohammadpur’s ganja is what im dreaming about
Deshi MCs eternal, no more playing around, Pioneers of Banglish HipHop! Taking back the crown!
[Verse 2: Xplosive Flowrical]
Acting like you motherfucker made and sh1t, all the views, all the likes, yet you still sucking dick Became a rapper in one day, and a king in a dream
Youtube hotshot you looking like a frog If you put down the culture of Bangladesh again, there will be machines aimed at your chest
Ya body found in some village Im from Lal Bagh, drop a beat and witness me body bag it
SHOTS I be f you up B, rip out your vocal chords and hang it up as a trophy
Can’t even speak Bangla, wearing a dog chain, with a lollipop, while we on some raw tobacco
And these syllables, miracles at the peak of the pinnacle Deshi MCs typical, bringing nothing but funerals
Bangla rap brain dead, the doc going all clinical
Awakening it from the dead, ain't even called up the generals
Skibkhan, Shaq, Mugz, writing so worthy its biblical
Studio gangstas, never touched nothing mechanical
Get the chef to cut your tongue into multiple numerals
Help your one type flow become something valuable
[Chorus]
From the right to the left, people know the name, “Xplosive”!
I am still writing, still gunnin, coming for your crew when the lights go out
The true holder of the throne, Im taking it back NOW
Lal Bagh’s people know what its about, Mohammadpur’s ganja is what im dreaming about
Deshi MCs eternal, no more playing around, Pioneers of Banglish HipHop! Taking back the crown!
I'm a beast motherfucker stalking emcees like the ripper did
Murderous, no conscious, now watch me architecture it
Obiliterate competition, living legend no tolerance
Veterans, Deshi MCs, "Forever we magnificent"
Half the shit you writing man, I'm writing in my fucking sleep
High like "Apollo", while I be slitting throats, "Assassins Creed"
All these small kids, trying to be students of Bangla Rap
But how? when they don't got tuition fees
The hair on their body stands, when I'm on a beat
No rapper born yet in the BD, like X, a real emcee
Everytime I spit a verse, you question your ability
I spit on your mic, and I'm saying this publicly
Who likes whose "fb" status? No self identity
A bunch of kiss asses in the motherfucker industry
Diversity none!, real raps a minority, priority to bring back, "Beat" haven and the symphony
[Chorus]
From the right to the left, people know the name, “Xplosive”!
I am still writing, still gunnin, coming for your crew when the lights go out
The true holder of the throne, Im taking it back NOW
Lal Bagh’s people know what its about, Mohammadpur’s ganja is what im dreaming about
Deshi MCs eternal, no more playing around, Pioneers of Banglish HipHop! Taking back the crown!
[Verse 2: Xplosive Flowrical]
Acting like you motherfucker made and sh1t, all the views, all the likes, yet you still sucking dick Became a rapper in one day, and a king in a dream
Youtube hotshot you looking like a frog If you put down the culture of Bangladesh again, there will be machines aimed at your chest
Ya body found in some village Im from Lal Bagh, drop a beat and witness me body bag it
SHOTS I be f you up B, rip out your vocal chords and hang it up as a trophy
Can’t even speak Bangla, wearing a dog chain, with a lollipop, while we on some raw tobacco
And these syllables, miracles at the peak of the pinnacle Deshi MCs typical, bringing nothing but funerals
Bangla rap brain dead, the doc going all clinical
Awakening it from the dead, ain't even called up the generals
Skibkhan, Shaq, Mugz, writing so worthy its biblical
Studio gangstas, never touched nothing mechanical
Get the chef to cut your tongue into multiple numerals
Help your one type flow become something valuable
[Chorus]
From the right to the left, people know the name, “Xplosive”!
I am still writing, still gunnin, coming for your crew when the lights go out
The true holder of the throne, Im taking it back NOW
Lal Bagh’s people know what its about, Mohammadpur’s ganja is what im dreaming about
Deshi MCs eternal, no more playing around, Pioneers of Banglish HipHop! Taking back the crown!