Intro : I rep the lower middle class, of a marathi family, my college mates make fun of me when i talk about hiphop. Mom likes my friend Bhooshan, whos into rock music. Girls like rockers with guitars.. N they wear baggy jeans n bandanas at college mis-match day.
Theres nobody to understand me, not even you.. check this anyway..
If i tell u twice wud u listen for once? Besides hell i'v found a new kitchen for mom, but its in the slum cuz its HipHop n this thing is some cold TWISTER to u cuz my flow spills out like am missing a tongue.
And dad hate it its pissin him off; mocking AJ rudely, next mornin i'd whistle a song from his favourite movie. n there!.. :) papa loves me back again. TRULLY!?
Like 'Center of a tension', dad seems worried from ALL WAYS, ask him mom for god's sake!! since hes past his 40s this man's bin funny, my acts makes his ass burn in shame? - just tolerate my PRESENTS.. Tell him mom i wont stop WRAPPIN til they hav me burried, ON STAGE!!!
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