Three of Lahore's finest English spitters get together on the same track for the first time. Nothing but raw MC'ing in it's purest form, lyricism as deadly as a Parthian Shot. All on a vintage boom-bap beat from Macedonian producer Angelo. Run for cover, the sky is raining Parthian arrows. Lyrics/Links/etc below.
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Mixed & Mastered by Tre Ess.
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Titu:
Titu aur Daranti Group - Hardcore shit,
Haramkhor shit like an abortion is,
I’ll deframe your frame like a ferocious distortionist,
It’s obvious these punches will get you more than what nauseous is,
Be cautious of my conscious,
My content needs no comments or concepts needs no context,
I’m leagues better than you, there's no option for a contest,
Trust me- I’ll dispose you as we contact,
I’m far from empathy, shit - I can harm some,
Snort bath salts - make pack calls like Tarzan,
Devil with a harsh tongue and hell is where my bars from,
I’ll stomp some bitches for fun - like I’m Sadam's son,
Dont be alarmed - don’t get stuck in my words,
Put my dick on your earlobe and fuck what you heard,
i said...
Put my dick in your earlobe and fuck what you heard - Bitch!
Polymath:
Y’all ain’t never seen a Pakistani spit like this
I’m smoking dope like a ritual, hashish bricks
I put it down perpetual, unleash hits
Unruly individual smashin’ the state,
And I’m crashin’ the gates of your hi-fi society,
Heavy metal style, fuck comin’ quietly,
No piety! Holy war against sobriety,
Defiantly, topple every fucking dynasty!
I spit rhymes dialectical, infested with
That Marxist analysis, congregating with the savages,
Unanimous, we be creepin’ from the crevices,
Cannabis fumes, smoke up in the palaces,
No mercy for the talentless sons of bitches
My motherland stocks guns and riches
In abundance, streets tainted with the substance
For instance the thugs that live amongst us
Iqbal:
Lee's wisdom, Christ's Passion,
Witness Words from the Dragon,
Nailed to pen and paper, hear the sound of flames when I’m spazzing,
The Lone Wolf's beyond what they can ever imagine,
Keep 'em shaked up petrified like infants when thunders clapping,
I'm like Dilla's chopping mixed with Trejo's Machete,
Content heavier than the land taxes Ottomans levied,
Screw excuses that are petty, my focus be rock steady,
Within aim of paid Snipes, like Blade I was born ready,
It's the type of thinking A&Rs can’t trust,
Bars loaded Powder Keg waiting to combust,
The rough, rugged and raw,
You’ll find ways to dodge me just to end up with your brains splattered across the concrete,
Left deceased but mockery wont seize,
They say you either plead to God or pay counselling fee,
But I’ll aim for the source, throw me deep into the heat,
Take a fall just to go toe to toe with The Beast.
