Writer's Block Lyrics

Nova

The batch of 1997

Stil connected...

Raat ke 4:26 pe baitha hu mai beat pe

16 dots page pe aur shabd kuch ajeeb se

Kamre mei andhera hai toh zyaada dikh raha na kuch

Mitti itni face pe ke paudhon ko bhi seench de

Laundon ki hostelon se zyaada paper on the floor

Pen se karu click-clack, jaise woh Kalashnikov

Sar khuja khuja ke laal kar chuka hu mai

Pair karte shake jaise 4 beats on the floor

Loop hori groove, kick se leke snare tak

Bass bole beta tik na paaega tu der tak

Hat meri high hai woh kuch bhi karti jaa rahi

But all that I can do is mumble incoherent swearwords

Chalaayi Carter II for some inspiration

Weezy maare punchlines harder than my math paper

Par, par ek verse bhi khatam mai kar na paa raha

Man I don't wanna do this anymore, see you later!

2-4 ghante baad khuli aankh meri

Chashma pehna, khichi kursi, lag gayi kachehri

Fir maine socha kyu mai karu rap Hindi mei

Waisey bhi Angrezi waale achche yahan ginti ke

And then I felt the beat for another minute

Did some of my Googles just so that I stay consistent

I had a vision, man I was confident

I ate the bitch up like black people eat chicken

I was efficient, spitting with some precision

My words would hit 'em hard, I am a rapper on a mission

With these lyrics I'm gifted, a magician with this alchemy

How I turn your speakers into gold with these rhapsodies

I rap this heat, cuz it's a bangin' beat

Man you have to see them talk shit behind my back, quick!

Screw the haters, I got better things to work on

Oops I just forgot, I had to make some Hindi rap shit

Teen hafte baad aaya mujhe yaad

Oh fuck, karna maine gaana hai

Simple si ek lead pe chadhaayi bassline fir

Pakda ek mic, dekh rhymes kaisi aayi fir

Kill, karna tha mujhe ek-ek beat ko

Skill, tha itna ke na karta mai repeat flow

Bill, bharne they par nachaana bhi tha bheed ko

Drill, ni bete yeh hai old-school cheat codes

Ay, and I go silly with the raps

I been through lotta shit but now I'm mentally intact

Chaar saal baitha side mei, committed to attack

Now I'm Ghalib in these streets, puttin' Dilli on the map

Views ni mujhpe, par fir bhi I'm relaxed

Kyuki fans mere kam, lekin Nova unka Top-3

Mai karta time spend on all of these rhymefests

Man I love this shit, yeh koi sarkaari job ni