Prospect in future
skeptic i live in the past
at bar, sip present
Night at hot party
I mad poet ecstasy
she nuts pure brandy
On space I sip air
in bar I drink ecstasy
waiter one more round !
Laho vich nasha menu peen de lor nai
Dil de manna menu deen de lor nai
Marwa menu goli hoor jeen de lor nai.
Punjabi Rap Lyrics
Song 18 Anay Janay Manay
1.Dunya sadi fan
2.Karan ain gein
3.Loki kadan galan
4.Nehran menu takdyan
5.Darya maran chalan
6.Bohemia kisay kothi kisay car banai
7.Apan sotay ray vich razai
8.Saday geet gavay Tayri barjhai
9.Sanu kadi loor har sheh saday kol
10.Tenu ki chaida tun mo'on bool
11.Paisay nu maran thokar dunya sadi nokar
12.Bay parwah enay kadi lock nai kita locker
13.Sanu o v jandiyan jayriyan pindan vich phayran boker
14.Han han me bohemia nai circus da joker
15.Zatan vich ki rakhya ki masali Tay ki daar
16.Piano sanu Salam karay Tay salami devay guitar
17.Jit saday agay hath joray Tay mafi mangay haar
18.Hahaha asi an rapstar Tayri soch ton far.
Note.Dedicated To Rapstar Bohemia.
Gypsy heart
Delusional Scimitars
festive daggers
soft balalaika
captive sword ...
Mandolins,
hot nights
harps and wine
venom of passion, ...
dangers
daggers
Banjo and
boldness,
gypsy waltz,
jubilant joy ...
wish of
of life,
The beauty,
arpeggios
Utopia...
the art
for art to fight ...
be an artisan
of the delights
live life in
fully
Bohemia......
Welcome to New Bohemia
where we’re looking for a leader.
The last one was murderous
And we hung her for treason.
I’m hidden underground
it’s rebel hunting season.
But I’ve still got a family
And I still need to feed em.
So up I go through a hatch
on a trap door.
Down the dirty alleys and
the streets filled with crack whores.
And we breath as we come
to the final door
Here it’s either death
or the final score.
We sneak in low
as bankers do a Masonic clap.
Whilst three rebel brothers
slide in the back.
Insert the computer key
terminals to hack
Nearly in there
when someone attacks.
A task force pounced quick
right upon to them
The brothers died
but we loved them to the very end.
But we had to carry on
and go none the less
And unlike the brothers
we won’t end up dead.
There's no decision
to become a Bohemian;
You either do
or you don't.
You find yourself there
absent marriage and career
It's no choice,
You either will
or you won't.
It requires not consciousness
of which way to go,
relying solely on its' own momentum;
akin to a river and its' direction of flow.
It's who you are
at the very core;
The fear of conformity,
The desire to explore.
There have been others before
and surely, will be again:
Kerouac, Henry David,
and Of Mice and Men.
To those brave souls
I pay tribute and salute.
For having taken their bite
of life, this fruit.
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