Lyrics New Religion - Tienas, Cizzy, Gravity

New Religion

Cizzy:
Jongoler asol raja, ami shanto e thaki
Kintu be’sur’o chechale, bujhe nebe amar haat e
Aat bochor dhore ata pische je chaki
Toder ruti ruji gele jak, I don’t give a fnaki (fuck e)
Ankora chele’r hambora bhab, real cliche
Kolikata’r shob goli, eshe meshe biyallishe
Ki aar bisesh, tora chire nili bol?
Still tryna get attention, like boimela’r foodstalls
Jotilota’r jotadhari, altushi khokababura
Pechon pechon ashe khali, lal jhuti se kakatua
Half gerua, half lal, aar half nil sada
Derfutiya sala, ombole dili ada
Barche boyesh joto, ami hocchi aro lal e lal
Purono chal bhat e bere, toder kore najehaal
Koto dhan e koto chal, jene rakh parle
Bhaat e mere rekhe debo, beshi bar barle
Tienas:
Test Me, I’ll Hop the Fence and then, Bringing In
Distress till you Feel the Wrath Avenging In, Hindering
Your Syndicate and Regiment for Benjamins, I Lit the Spit
With Gassoline and Paraffin and Kerosene on Everything
So Bless Me Father cuz i will Sin Again
I Killed these Rappers I Killed these Fuckin Beats, Ho
Achilles Fuckin Heels as the Devil Breaks a Leg on the Dance Floor,
Demons in my Room with the Angels i like their Company, Woah
As We Celebrate, Everyday, Levitate, Meditate, dont Hesitate, just Roll
So Woke i should be fuckin Eryka Badu, Step with a Pen thats my Weapon my Boo
Namaskar, Ima Star, Ima God and that Shit Is Real and im Natenyahu
Better Watch where you Step cuz this Land Mine and its pretty Dark Where i Live
Kav-E:
Hit harder than a Rumour G
Turn up get loud than Arnab B
The Coco be bitter make u lossin sleep
Skeletons at your door, remember me?
No 9 like kitty
No six on the ready
New Jack in the city, u die what pity
Dive 4 pussy
2Pill go crazy
You Lie 1Gb, u dead already
Scar me with ur party seen N.E.R.D die for real bruh.
Fancy Jabaris, you got your tech, you lost for real bruh
Got a c.
v u done like that
Voter i.
d no change like that
Got no A u sway like that
This time be swift, Go ye on that bitch
Tre Ess:
Pilkington on my tube
Internet been our roof
Different cites, same truth
Gully ki kahani ain’t new
Drowned in green facing blues
Piggy bank till my coupe
I see pigs on my news
I play for an audience fake as my shoes
No guitar so they think my depression ain’t true
Karachi to Ranchi, our leaders are fluke
Degree nahi, idhar chalti bandook
Career paths got violence en route
Wasseypur was my family’s roots
My cousin died while tryna do good
Baapon k paapon se jalta ye khoon
I ain’t acting like I’m better ho
I brought the whole scene together tho
These rappers really tryna get in articles
I’m a god to all of y’all particles
Misinterpretation of definition of education
Brought up to you by that nearest TV station
All these illusions have made us all stupid
Our life is a lie and we don’t even know it
Gravity:
Ha, dekh kaun aaya wapas hai!
Vishwas na, toh kaisi ibadat hai?
Inteqam hai, toh kaisi sharafat hai?
Intezar mai toh honi bagawat hai
Ooh, ravaiya kharab mera, kaam tera karna tamam hai na
Naam mera sar pe sawaar tere, jaan lena, mujhe
Mera daam, kaafi ucha toh thaan leta
Mai, mere uche mukaam
Jaake puch, mai takleef, mujhse jujh ke dikha
Jaate toot saare, lootne chale mujhe yaha
Maut ka saudagar, teri rooh laapata, ha!
Sarvanaash karta, kaand, katl-e-aam, saari chizo ko anjaam du
Haivaan mai sada, yeh meri shaan ki nishaani
Aawaz ka nafa, khel mera taaj, maharaaj mai sada!
Jay Kila:
Young Bollywood I only speak currency
Tell a friend tell a friend if they ain’t heard of me
I don’t worry see I move urgently
Told Tarun we gon take it like a burglary
Where my people at?
Is that weed or hash?
Who the one having fun while they steaming mad?
Did you see my dad?
Tell him he was right — I can see the path
Best believe we back — back again
It’s season 8 where the hell have you been
Where the hell are my friends?
When the hell does it end?
I don’t know anymore what the elephant is —
I’m just in my room counting views —
Buy my shit — subscribe to YouTube
I been doing this since '86
And I’m still the one making ladies wish
Jay the kiss
Nihal Shetty and The Accountant:
Never stop, oh life
Heavy hot, so high
Never had so light
Never had so tight
Flashlights and headlights, and a gun down
On the roadside, with the roadkill
And hustler with the parcel in his hands
Down in a glove with the police, so the shootout already happened
Ready happened
And nenna many cats in the bag
Proline like a floorshine
Wax on wax off
With a bar when I hit him in the face
Blacked out like a simpleton in space
Never made it to the race
Motherfucker still be tripping on his lace
Looks brutal, but he only got a taste
Believe me, I held back when I saw his Yeezys
I really laid it down nice and easy
I’m an old man now, can you please catch on
I’d shake on it, but your hands are greasy
Tre Ess:
Down (wait)
Down
Down
Down
Starin' into my abyss
I’ve been drowing in my sins
Starin' into our abyss (yeah)
We gon' drown in our sins (we will)
Starin' into my abyss (yeah)
I’ve been drowing in my sins
Starin' into my abyss
I’ve been, I’ve been
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down (hold up)
Down
Down
Down (wait)
Down
Down!