Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words When you've finished with the mop then you can stop And look at what you've done The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen And the work it was fun Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop And an illustrated book about birds You see a lot up there but don't be scared Who needs action when you got words Many hands began to scan around for the next plateau Some say it was Greenland and some say Mexico Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could

ठंडा कुछ नहीं सब गरम ही गरम है अंगार है, अंगार है Two by four, दो से चार है अब करो D-Cypher भाई Old school, old school वाला flow खड़ा हूँ कैसे मैं यहाँ पे अब ना पूछना दर्द शायरी में तुझको चाहिए सबूत क्या शिखर ये सोच पर, जुडा हूँ मैं ज़मीन से यकीन तुमको ना पर आगे आया मैं यकीन से लाख नफरतें हों साथ माँ का प्यार है हंसी है उसकी जीत मेरी कैसे जाऊँ हार मैं काट लो जुबां, आँसुओ से गाऊँगा गाड़ दो, बीज हूँ मैं पेड़ बन ही जाऊँगा दिल था टूटा तब hip-hop मेरे साथ था उजाले मिलने में मुझे, हाँ रात का ही हाथ था कलाकार मैं, कल को आकार दूँ येही है मेरा धर्म, मेरी दूसरी कोई जात ना माँ है रब मेरी, गली ये मेरी माशूका लड़का ऐडा मैं, झुकाने पर भी ना झुका सुन रहे जो मुझको बेशुमार प्यार उनसे बनता गीत मैं, पर मैं खुद बना हूँ तुमसे गौर करलो मेरी बातों पे तुम ध्यान दो नैनो को मैं नम करूँ, सुकून मैं देता कान को चिलाओ ज़ोर से उठाओ अपने हाथ तुम असली hip-hop से मिलाए हिंदुस्तान को हिंदुस्तान को, हाँ जी हिंदुस्तान को असली hip-hop से मिलाए हिंदुस्तान को हिंदुस्तान को, हाँ जी हिंदुस्तान को असली hip-hop से मिलाए हिंदुस्तान को क्या

She gives me stilts to walk tall as jesus And feathers to fly high as the sky She takes me to where the sky scrapes my ego Where i float like driftwood in her oceanic eyes Well i'm life and limb for you baby Here in the lion's den for you baby If the saddle breaks my spine I'm paraplegic for you baby Here in a wheelchair For you

When this hypodermic life gets under your skin And its anesthetic people make your blood thin Just breathe deep Let their ether put you to sleep Let your veins oxidize all the needles on the street Let your pupils constrict with this rhythm you keep And float along side of helium balloons Where amnesia is the balance of a spinning room You can't stay high in this black sky With out the albino wings that make you fly You're just one dead leaf held in the arms of the wind It's a brave new world Escapism

Someday you're gonna be somebody But not today Someday you're gonna have somebody That day is not today Today you will hang your head Altruistically counting the cracks in the pavement ahead Flocking with our herd's behavior Adopting our pack's mentality Rubbing elbows with the chipped shoulders Are we the arms and legs of a vast inclusion Or the slings and crutches of a grand delusion Here we are anthills of neuron charges There is no retention of self No retention of self There is only emotional detachment and human behavior