21 - MOKSH

Never had the chance to wear Reebok or a Nike

So people don’t invite me for a high tea

Inside me, sits the soul of a Twenty Two year old folk

Sipping on some old monk

I turn into a beast

Who feasts on emcees and fake wannabes

Yes please!

Release with ease, whatever ya feel

Surreal or real but never conceal

Uppeal and heal whatever is unscene

Behind the scene khabeez!

Now welcome to the third world

Where every day’s like world war

But never does it occur

'coz media doesn’t bother

To talk about the conquer and horror

Across all the border, a brother, a mother and also a father

Is a victim of hunger and a suicidal bomber

Now tell me who’s stronger?

It’s the war monger!

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It’s a real world story!

It’s a third world theory!

Ha kane ka jylla ka Shillong from the East

It’s the rise of the rebel from the mighty Northeast

Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Krishna all they wonder why?

When they taught about love why their people are at war?

*What?*

Venomous flow I’m generous bro

But my people always taught me to be a terrorist bro

This is the armageddon no more fighting guerrilla war

My raps flow like lava from Shillong to Syria *what?

*

I mastered art of rap, army of the pharaohs

Putting all the bad boys on a on a death row

This is the attack of rap

On what goes behind the trap

Putting my life on a back track

I’ve been through a lot of crap

Not a time but I do it every time yeah!

For my land, for my people I do rhyme yeah!

Loka samastha sukhino bhavantu

Shanti!

Shanti!

Shanti

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