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Flowers bloom daily in the garden, but my true words and friends aren't found every day

My shows are like grand processions, my fans are beyond the control of security

New enemies are born daily, and old `[Yaar: close friends/brothers; carries significant cultural weight regarding loyalty]` turn into foes

The wise ones sit in silence, while those who don't even know me are fueled by a frantic passion

My words shine bright, yet people search for me among the stars

I am in the depths, but people search for me on the shores

From those sights I stay seven thousand miles away, yet people search for me in those very scenes

Enemies pray and wonder, "When will you finally fall?"

"O Raja, just how long will you continue to rule?"

But I can't hear the voices of enemies, just like Bose noise cancellation

We never kept expectations from friends, but keep those enemies close who actually stood by

To them I give credit, and to those who came to claim my legacy like a dowry—remember why you retreated

Your verses are like a mere shadow, my verses are like the depth of the night

Your verses are like a tiny drizzle, my verses are a torrential storm

My verses are like a school textbook, but as for yours—no one even remembers what you said

Who is it that still hasn't realized the truth?

That I was the first, and [Desi Rap] came only after me

How many have tasted my venom?

On whom has my shadow cast its spell?

With a obsession, I’ll still break the necks of my enemies and hang them high just like before

It’s not written in the media, but there is still no one like me in this world

The same road I ran on barefoot as a child, today my photo hangs there so huge on a billboard

I have seen with my own eyes what people cannot even fathom in their dreams

In childhood I ate bread from my mother’s hand, today I hold a thick stack of bills in my palm

Now I soar through the clouds in airplanes while the police search for me on the road

The same road I ran on barefoot as a child, today my photo hangs there so huge on a billboard

I have seen with my own eyes what people cannot even fathom in their dreams

In childhood I ate bread from my mother’s hand, today I hold a thick stack of bills in my palm

Now I soar through the clouds in airplanes while the police search for me on the road

The same road I ran on barefoot as a child, today my photo hangs there so huge on a billboard

I have seen with my own eyes what people cannot even fathom in their dreams

In childhood I ate bread from my mother’s hand, today I hold a thick stack of bills in my palm

Now I soar through the clouds in airplanes while the police search for me on the road

The very work people used to stop me from, now has my photo on a billboard in their neighborhood

They are still plotting their chess moves, those who already lost at the previous turn

They all still try to play against me one by one, but anyone thinking they can beat me is a mere novice

One by one the boys fought against me, but those who used to walk with you now stand with me

Yet you didn't admit defeat, label money rained down on you like a storm

The whole industry stood up to support you, but even then... what are you compared to me?

The same road I ran on barefoot as a child, today my photo hangs there so huge on a billboard

I have seen with my own eyes what people cannot even fathom in their dreams

In childhood I ate bread from my mother’s hand, today I hold a thick stack of bills in my palm

Now I soar through the clouds in airplanes while the police search for me on the road