[Intro: Chirag]
People of Mumbai, make some noise to show us how much fun you’re having
The next song we are going to play, the title of the song is
"KENYA"
[Chorus: Chirag]
When I die, I’ve given them a good run for their money
Rap-lungs so large that my autopsy papers are from Kenya
When I die, I’ve given them a good run for their money
Rap-lungs so large that my autopsy papers are from Kenya
[Verse 1: Magdi]
Ey, don’t say this won’t be history
Don’t say this won’t be a book
Don’t say this won’t be a movie
I know, I know, I know, I believe
And thеy laugh, they laugh
And I will laugh, I know
But I promised Baba that I would be likе Jacques Brel
We will see
Don’t leave me
I will make up meaningless words for you
That you will understand
You said I can sit down
I said, “I will stand”
Because this social class journey wasn’t a summer camp
But I know how to make a bonfire
[Chorus: Chirag]
When I die, I’ve given them a good run for their money
Rap-lungs so large that my autopsy papers are from Kenya
When I die, I’ve given them a good run for their money
Rap-lungs so large that my autopsy papers are from Kenya
[Verse 2: Chirag]
Let the Nittedalen matchstick make history
Let the- hehe, okay
Let the Nittedalen matchstick make history
When you see me flat out there in the crematorium
Number one Kursi, I won musical chairs
No buts, no maybes, no lekin
Senti-senti, sentimental
Could’ve been a lawyer; a doctor for dental
Fight like Dangal, unparh untouchable
I am Udhas like Pankaj
Do it for the kids, not for the uncles
Do it for wait, wait, ey
Nobody in The Aftenpost knows what Sheriff just said here
Because I have been a translator in their country for 40 fucking years
But it’s fine, I won musical chairs
No buts, no maybes, no lekin
[Chorus: Chirag]
When I die, I’ve given them a good run for their money
Rap-lungs so large that my autopsy papers are from Kenya
When I die, I’ve given them a good run for their money
Rap-lungs so large that my autopsy papers are from Kenya
[Outro: Chirag]
Thank you, good night!
Thank you all