Best in The City (feat. DAVE!)

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BARMAN!!
(Welcome to Zombieeland)
আস্তে
আস্তে
আস্তে
আস্তে
তোরা বল আস্তে
(আস্তে)
আস্তে
(আস্তে)
আস্তে
(আস্তে)
আস্তে
কিনি We don't borrow
তোরা বল আস্তে
Nike আমার পেয়ে
বশি ফিতে বাঁধতে
You want smoke, you are rookie
প্রথম টানে কাশতে
আস্তে তোরা বল আস্তে
Yeah!
The realest rhymer
Back in action, ain't whoring for views
Don't care for the drama
I practice ignoring the news
Hunger within my soul
It's backed me to battle my blues
In fact, if you're very confused
Relax, it's my story's prelude
An introduction,
Not the kind you see in interviews
Gave a lot of those
Every time that I'd be switching schools
Still the same little kid
Striving to settle my dues
Painting a picture so you can
Practically fit in my shoes
What I don't do is reminiscing on fiction
Growing up I've always felt like
I've been missing affection
Always feeling the pressure
To keep evading evictions
Fucking breeding depression
It got me leading a mission
To just keep being efficient
It's 'cause I've seen the decent times
As well as the shitty ones
That kept me imprisoned (F*ck)
Plenty of ghosts in my past
But I live in the present
And I never let none of 'em
Beat me into submission (I never do)
But listen, it got me searching an outlet
To help me get back on track
When I'm starting to doubt shit
My life don't seem half as bad
When I'm rapping about it
My self belief is everything
I'm nothing without it
So I'm
NC17 (Who?)
I'm venting on this beat (What?)
Mean since I was six (Why?)
Convinced that I'm the shit (Facts)
It's really common sense
I'm better than I've ever been (Facts)
And there's no in between
When I spit, it's either lit or lit
পার খুঁজতে ছোটে
সে ওঠে গঙ্গায়
তার ভুল সব চোখের
বেশ দ্রুত পাল্টায়
Time to step it up
Time to step it up
BARMAN!!
আশ পাশে দেখি
তিন দিকে চোখ
আমি নিস্তার পেলে
সবার পাল্টাবে বোধ
শোধ
করেদেবো ছিল আমি
বাকি যত ক্ষোভ
আর last scene হওয়ার আগে করব reload (Reload)
পরে পরে থেকে আমি এখন ক্লান্ত
Real G, সবার ভাঙ্গি ভুল ভ্রান্ত
First track এ hate, এখন সব শান্ত
আর চেষ্টা করলেও তো পাবি না তো frontrow
মেরেদে মেরেদে ওরা চার হলে felony
মেনেনে মেণেনে y'all rap out of jealousy
ছেরেদে ছেরেদে তোরা scene it's a fellacy
দেখতে থাক what we mean about legacy
আমি ধান্দা খুলে
শুই Louis এর ফুলে
সব চিন্তা ভুলে
সেই টাকাই মুলে
আর বাধ্য হলে
করি game fix
Cause whenever we shoot
We don't shoot to miss
Neel get it
Just when I switch the façade
My bars get you foggy like mystical art
Been through it all,
Even though I'm goin' through withdrawal
I rap ground-breaking, my pen's through the floor (Get it?)
And I can never get enough of the flex raps (When you)
Step up to NC, you're 'bout to get dispatched
(When you)
Come up against me, a bit of a mismatch
I don't give no fuckin' openings, this ain't no chess match
Braggadocious, rap ferocious
Rack fellatios, act atrocious (Huh?)
Inappropriate, don't give two shits
Only preaching, what the truth is (Facts)
And ignorin' all the general noise
The only voices I listen to
Are my ZL boys
Seperating us from the rest
Like a decimal point
Bout to smoke motherfuckers
Ln this syllable joint
(I'm a) spitting epitome of a literary villainy
(My) spitting ability gets me wittily killin' beats
(A) criminal felony is the general synonym
(When I) strap on an Uzi and obliterate enemies
Best in the city bitch
With this venomous flow and it's
Kinda draining to do it when
Ain't nobody else doing this
When I'm shootin' I never miss
Turn you into a pessimist
Leave a hater anonymous
No debate, it's unanimous

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