Tujhko pataa hai KNAV in the house Baawe tu Dilli se hai aur bro mai bhi Toronto kyu lagra hai saala farebi Bande yahaa hustling pe desi hai daily Kuchh samay dedo and they'll know me baby Khair Insta pe sab lage Daisy Sab lage wow, saala sab lage easy Banda jo ghanta na gaon ka Mann tha toh kar jaawe kuch toh bhi crazy Ram Ram bhai sareya ne Haryanvi bol rahe launde angrezi Rehne do bhai mere, trend to sahi hai par Tumse original toh lagreyo hai Neazy Fayeda kya ghanto bitane ka studio mien Chase hi karna jo clout Ankahi baatien hai baato ke baad bhi Toh who's gonna give that a shout Well, well, well, well There was time Jab rapper log yahape bando ko kar rahe the guide Rapper hi rapper ki copy kare hai ab Algorithmic hai sight Sab hi kare yahaa andhere mein fight Toh how will they bring forward light Lauda Tsunami na laana kisi ne Jab wave hi karni hai ride Oh Baby ye hai bhedchaal Tell me what's your name huh Trending hora scene toh ye lete pange straight bro Ye hai bhedchaal Ye hai bhedchaal Chalra chahe jo bhi behnchod copy hoga straight yahaa Baby ye hai bhedchaal Tell me what's your name huh Trending hora scene toh ye lete pange straight ya Ye hai bhedchaal Ye hai bhedchaal Chalra chahe jo bhi behnchod copy hoga straight yahaa Knav ye to bando ki mental design Tabhi rehta ni tension mien tera ye bhai Mai to pehle se alag tha par on the side Abhi sabhi se alag mai upar se high Kabhi kabhi bethu chalaa ke mai gaane Aur sunta ki naye bhi sab lag rahe puraane Aur kaise ek-aadh hi koi betha banaane Aur baaki sab teppe-pe-teppe hai jaa rahe Soche ke behti hai ganga to ho ke vo nanga Dhone ni buss haath usse, koode full banda Kab udega parda ye selfish bahaane se Kalaa ke kaatil vo artist hai saare Jo paise ke laalach mien nakal utaare Aur sunte ni logo ki jinko vo chah rahe Vo dekhe jab tere through mere hi gaane To samjhe kyu shimmmy ke saare deewane bro Tabhi mera trends mien vishwaas nahi Mai pen se vikasit content game mien maharathi Bohht hai lekin faulty, who copy the quality Vo bhed, hu mai bakri, ye fame hai sab farzi Na pain ho to art ni, buss ek track ki baat ni Jo bhar rahe tum catalog 6 mahine baad hi To khojoge matlab coz painting mien heart ni Aur game independent fir nirbhar kyu aadmi huh? All up with the fast flow ki passport ki need not I teleport, aur mai to Toronto ke hip hop ka Mascot All gassed up hai bande coz Dilli se behnchod Din ginti ke that's all Parindey ye rap to dekh udey har ghreh ke liye Koodenge bande bhi zameen se Cycle yehi hai pujenge, puchhenge ek ko fir dooje pe Mai To hairaan kaise inko na sooje ke Baby ye hai bhedchaal Tell me what's your name huh Trending hora scene toh ye lete pange straight bro Ye hai bhedchaal Ye hai bhedchaal Chalra chahe jo bhi behnchod copy hoga straight yahaa Baby ye hai bhedchaal Tell me what's your name huh Trending hora scene toh ye lete pange straight ya Ye hai bhedchaal Ye hai bhedchaal Chalra chahe jo bhi behnchod copy hoga straight yahaa

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)