"Peelo"
  [Chorus]
  Peelo
  Gutter ka pani peelo
  Kabhi na kabhi to peelo
  Me hoon hero tu hai zero
    [Rapverse1 (Waqas)]
    Don't even go there kid you know I'm out of your damn reach
  Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach
  And when all systems fail you return to the beats
  But got nothing to say, the chosen one for defeat
  And I spot you in the crowd while I flash in the spotlight
  How you wish you could be more like me and bust over beats tight
  And reach out to these kids 'cause when I speak you know they listen
  I paid the king a visit now he delivers pizza in prison
  You said I was bizarre don't watch stars mob floors
  You see I was hardcore if you gave me less I made it more
  But fuck that one love baby let's hit for that cheddar
  Basically we the same I just make it look better
    [Chorus]
    [Rapverse2 (Lenny)]
    Toma del arroyo de los celos, perros
  Te lo digo en la lengua de mi amigo, peelo
  Te duele toda rima que yo escribo, y sigo
  Siendo en estos montes yo el mero, mero
  Hijo de la gran p***
  Un momento, respeto a la madre tuya
  Porque eres tu quien es la puta
  Pobrecito toma mi rima y mis contratos
  Quieres estar en mis zapatos
  En la supuesta rampa de la fama
  No vendas la carne antes mata la vaca
  No estas listo nino
  Para una guerra verbal
  Es a mi al que siempre te van a comparar
    [Translation:]
    Drink of the rivulet of jealousy, dogs
  Now I'll say it in his native tongue, peelo
  You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep
  Been in this countryside the fucking one
  Son of a b****
  Hold it!! Respect to your mama
  Coz it is you who's the bitch
  Poor little thing, here you have my rhyme and my contracts
  You want to be in my shoes
  In the so-called spotlight
  You know you can't sell the meat before killing the cow
  You ain't ready kid
  To a verbal war
  It will always be me who you gonna be compare to
    [Chorus]
    [Rapverse3 (Isam)]
    You claim that I'm a mammas boy
  Cuz I don't smoke or drink alcohol
  She claims that I'm criminal like last weeks thief at the mall
  Some say I don't sound like hip hop suppose to sound
  Ain't got no L.A, N.Y, Dirty South type of sound
  That's what I'm trying say
  I was born and raised here
  Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here
  Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot
  While they were screaming pour some liquor
  We prayed all night in the mosque
  Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year"
  Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year"
  Ask Jay-B, he'll tell ya, no stormy weather
  Not even the ugliest typhoon could ruin this set up
  I was laughing, TZZZ!!! All the way to the bank
  Changed the whole game based on a pop album prank
  Hell next year for the fun of it
  We do it again, again and again
  2000 and 3, 4, 10