[Intro - Adil Omar]

I see the bright lights

I see the stage and I walk over to it

Hear the crowd, and it's getting kinda loud

And I think to myself that I'm really gonna do it

Actually, I'm gonna hand this over to Riz

Ayo, Riz MC, show them how it should be done

[Riz MC]

I don't usually do collabs, why?

That's an F.A.Q., like Khan, I nuke the lab

I don't rap with that stupid swag

But this tune was bad, now we're on a roll like two kebabs

The flow's brown, the music's black

What do we do with that, catch you two abusing stacks

Leave people all confused that there's two Pakistanis rapping

They were expecting Tupac

[Adil Omar]

The baddest rhymer takes a step in the cypher of death

The vocal loud like I was born with a mic in my chest

My squad rowdy, let 'em know we ain't fighting unless

You wanna take it outside, then boom, let the lightning hit

My outlaws sure as hell ain't stoppin'

Plus we end your operation like your name's Jay Dobyns

We're eating hearty till there's no beef after

Son, I roll with MCs and I don't mean rappers neither

[Riz MC]

No beef or gold teeth, we don't roll deep

That molds the leash for joke sheep

I go deep, but I don't pose

Show offs keep their mask on, I throw it off to show me

[Adil Omar]

Sleeper cell rap music three lions produced in a lab

The razor sharp flow could even cut a cupid in half

You could ask me and Riz what we could do to a track

Or say 'hello' to Qureshi in 3, 2, 1

[Talal Qureshi Bridge]

[Outro - Bobby Friction]

I have a vision, Talal DJing at the Tal Mahal

Riz remaking Namak Halaal, and Adil living 1000 saal

I see the weapon, Govinda's trigger finger

Shoot the gun, see the sun get bigger

Astronaut Sufis drinking nasha from the river

Your drones get quicker, plus the mind gets sicker

Artificial, Bollywood intelligence

Robot politics, showing their beligerrence

Spears are words, spreading forth our dilligence

Shalwar assassins, cloaking up our innocence

Tear down the link, Rekha's a cyborg

Abida is Qawwali, and Prabhu's a demigod

Noor Jehan's face with dancing swords

Slicing up the truth with psychedelic spinal chords

Tearing down the line of control one bar at a time

Tearing down the line of control using the love in my soul

Lahore's getting lucid, and New Delhi's on time