Superman

I don't do small things, I only do it grand

Among everyone, my demand is beyond limits

The chain around my neck gives off a glow

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

I don't do small things, I only do it grand

Among everyone, my demand is beyond limits

The chain around my neck gives off a glow

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

Super, super, Superman

Oh, Superman

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

Super, super, Superman

Oh, Superman

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

Yeah, the Double R [Self-reference to Raftaar] is on my chest

I have all the superpowers, else my vision is X-ray

My judgment was flawed, that’s why those boys became ex-mates

Their intentions flip the next day regarding my facts

If I tell my story to someone, it gets worn out

There is too much freedom in a true statement

And I don't know how to make up stories

My mother never taught me how to make up stories

Mother is the one who made me a man

Mother was the one who made the plan

Mother educated me, and she’s the one who lost her peace for me

Mother gave me my first chain

Mother educated me, mother sent my prayer when Stan [MC Stan: fellow rapper] asked Allah for forgiveness

Mother must have sent a prayer when Bhagat Singh happily asked for the gallows

Even if I am a little sad

I want to give my mother a little happiness

My mother is the [OG: Original Gangster; used here as a term of ultimate respect and authority]

I don't do small things, I only do it grand

Among everyone, my demand is beyond limits

The chain around my neck gives off a glow

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

I don't do small things, I only do it grand

Among everyone, my demand is beyond limits

The chain around my neck gives off a glow

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

Super, super, Superman

Oh, Superman

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

Super, super, Superman

Oh, Superman

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

There are many things to say, one track isn't enough

I’ve been kicked around a lot but I never sat back

My mother told me something recently

"Don't you ever get distracted by the distractions"

I didn't get respect the very first time

But Raftaar never folded his hands or begged [Self-reference to the artist's resilience]

I’ve seen many Sundays as days of struggle

Because along with my father, my mother’s hands and feet were running too

Our stature and strength grew wide

We are the [Chore: boys/young men] of Delhi

Whatever kills us, we are full of it

But first, grow big from the heart

I didn't even realize when I grew up

I don't know when I touched the sky

I didn't even realize when the deception ended

Even then, I won't give them a curse

Because these worthless ones aren't my Kryptonite

Those who call me "brother" to my face, bite me in the back

They gather views and likes by chasing a little hype

They claim they are "worth it," but I know their real worth/earnings

Earn it yourself, brother, make an honest living

If you've gained this much, brother, then learn how to write

Yo, my teaching has arrived, you [Saale: Playful taunt/insult to weak rivals] are too weak to fight

If I give just one reply, you’ll be a "hit" tonight

Feet on the ground but head in the clouds

[Om: Sacred spiritual sound/mantra]

I won't leave any stone unturned in any gathering

I have made strangers my own by earning them

There isn't such a lovely effect even in medicine

Feet on the ground but head in the clouds

I won't leave any stone unturned in any gathering

I have made strangers my own by earning them

There isn't such a lovely effect even in medicine

I don't do small things, I only do it grand

Among everyone, my demand is beyond limits

The chain around my neck gives off a glow

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

Super, super, Superman

Oh, Superman

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman

Super, super, Superman

Oh, Superman

Even my mother says I look like a total Superman