Dilipan.M.A - The Protoganist lyrics
rate meAm a smuggler… rather a winky schoolboy smut!
Beneath those barbed wires back in the concrete hut….
I smuggle black tyre; chokin thick in smoke…..
A blue smoke which kicks my conserved Vedanta…
I carry logs to beef my security up; cos am a smuggler!
Am not a Jazzy Blogger…
“Cash in; Ash out” my blog never kicked off,
Cos I never published…kept it polished…
I am policed by a polish cop,
She is on my top……..
Eh! She is on my eye top… She is well within scope!
Lemme conquer her pistol…
why not her heart in a nippy weather?
While her eyes are still crystal…
That’s a kinda Pulp, cos she is related to a Paternal brother named Ted,
Who jumps to bed; with eyes red….
Sarkar!!! This is not a plea of me,
But a statement, with rubbers burnt ….
Go add the footage, spice this up with some Voltage!!
J.C. I hate ADMK, but that’s OK…
Am not scared,
Cos na adicha Thaanga maata, Naalu maasam thoonga maata……
Ok Lemme concentrate in my Lyric and get back into sink,
With some added Niacin, which we get back in Sau Paulo.
I may sound Bitty with smokes of bitumen,
You gotta Kick a man who is really not scared,
Better term me a “Macho man”..
So sow it, seed it, Weed it, Just Feed it!
“Its” were left blank, eh u! am not a crank …….
Can pour the “Its” only in the Sarkar’s pants
Well am a smuggler back in Sau Paulo…
Biased and chased down the Hill akin Hell.
My aunty term me anti Sarkar; Of course I am!
But she aunty too, boy I can never hear nor bear,
I gotta tame me a Kingpin, A tycoon may be,
You just cant Blow me away…
Hey this ain’t just Anna Hazarre…
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Thanks to Mad Billy
