Stuck In The Past - Ansar. x Vipasha

Obsessed/What's New?

Lyrics:

Gazing at the skyline at night time
Dressed in all black like I fight crime
It’s easy to talk shit about the starters when you’re sidelined
Ain’t nobody stepping up to me thats in their right mind
Wrong time if I say but it’s just right
Break bread, spend bread, I got one life
Got a temper but I try to keep that shit in check
Cuz I’ll let it go but you know that hassan loves fights
My meal cost the budget that you travel on
What I buy they don't sell on any amazon
And I traded in the Rolex for an apple watch
Cuz when you’re this rich you don’t have to flaunt
Clark kent, please don’t make me take the glasses off 
Order 66 I’m killing these little padawans 
Nerdy bars but the shorties still geeking
Lemme jump in the deep end
I’m freaking, listen when I’m speaking
Got you on your knees then we repent
Let the games begin
You don’t wanna beef like you vegan
Every day is a weekend
Family dinners getting too hard to pretend like I’m decent
Mistreating the system. Never stop at customs
I guess they really love me like I’m Atif Aslam
Double A’s on the name but the steak triple 
And it’s cooked in front of us, the flame sizzles 
On a first date, already thinking bout weddings cakes
I got some ground rules first lemme set it straight
Ask the waiter for the bill, bring a single check
You only need to split when I tell you that it’s getting late 
Take a hint
Make a drink
Don’t sip all
Watchu need
Take your pick
Make quick calls
Break the ice, ships sink like the titanic
If you want static with us we get dynamic

Churchill Downs Freestyle - ansar.

Lyrics:

How that make
How that make
How that make sense?
How that make
How that make
Crying for a freestyle, I ain’t even got time for the beat now 
Everybody keep lying what i find on the timeline so i write rhymes till i’m senile  Better getcha ass home ‘fore sundown 
Run your mouth get touched or gunned down
Scandals swept under the rug now
Look nice but inside shit run down  
Do I really gotta dumb down this now?
Gotta buy one pound, dumb loud 
Never had a come down this bad, 
Cuz they mix harry in the stuff now
And I don't wanna scare you with this stuff now
But this is legit, Why are you watching the kid?
Everyone I knew was rich, so when we got lit
I wouldn’t have to chip in
Police don’t bother you up in my ends
Freezing cold but don’t let go of the spliff
Why’d they pull up with their guards for a scrap?
One-on-one really unheard of and shit
Don’t need prescriptions we walking right up to the pharmacists table and say what we want
Hand him a blue note and tell him forget all his worries
Just take this and go pray to God
Sermons they giving encouraging violence against any Ahmedis up at the mosque 
Blaming the victims and women in lower positions for leaving the house after dark 
Really it’s hard, used to get worried whenever my mama went to the bazaar
Flooding up north
The only difference is that all those people ain’t have em an ark
But we don’t care
We just go up to the mountains, trip acid, we gotta explore
Load-shedding don’t even mean us a thing cuz we got generators We calm during storms Nothing gone stop us from spending this money 
Even when terrorist bombing the stores
Used to hear fighter jets over the crib
But we don’t even have gas to fill up the car 
How that make sense?
How that make sense?
How that make sense?
How that make sense?
How that make
How that make sense?
How that make sense?
How that make sense?
How that make sense?
How that make sense?
Dekho kalam uthaani padi mujhe kyunki yahan toh bandook uthaa rahe
Kitne masoomo ko dhamkiyan de kar, inhi ko yoh yeh shikaar bana rahe
Haalat kaise hai, kis se main poochu, kyunki yahan toh yeh sab ko daraa rahe
Kabra mein daal ke, unhe dafnaate, jo zulm ke khilaaf aawaz uthaa rahe
Mulk humara toh kyun batwaara
Gareeb ko sahara ab kyun na mila
Ameer bichaara, jab sab us ke paas
Rota hai roz, jo sab khoya
Ladke hai mauj mein, ladke hai fauj mein
Betiyo ke liye, rishta kyun dhoondhe?
Ladkiya ghoome toh dikkat hai sabko
Par shaadi ke peeche, kyun bhaage?
Tarakki chahte, barakkat bhi chahte
Par ladki se yeh badtameezi bhi karte
Kyun nahi ladte? Aur kyun hai sab darte?
Aazma kar toh dekho, maaro unko chaante
Karte jo aisa ladkiyo ke saath
Uthate jo ghar ki aurato pe haath
Kyun na mil paata ab sab ko insaaf
Behra kanoon jab roye aawam
Dogle log hai, dogli soch hai
Khud ko bachaate par sab ko kharonche 
Kaun dushman, kaun yahan dost hai
Apne chhod dete jab kam hote paise
Duniyo toh paiso pe hi chalti
Isme gareebo ki kya galti
Ilaaj ke agar paise nahi
Toh kya karega ab aam aadmi
Hukumat bachana bhi nahi chahti
Woh bhi hai paiso ke peeche padi
Ab kaise badlenge waqt hum
Jab khud hi sudharne ka naam nahi
Sudhrenge kaise jab lage sahi
Naam ki sirf hai azadi
Andhe hai log, kuch dikhe nahi
Kyun ki abhi bhi hai ghulaami
Dekho kalam uthaani padi mujhe kyunki sabhi ko hai yaad dilana
Yahan hai sab log humare toh band karo yeh khauf failana
Ek dusre ka saath de kar, insaaniyat ko badhate aage
Kuch na haasil hone wala hai, faltu mein hi bandook chala ke
Samjha do. How that make sense?
Samjha do. How that make sense?
How that make sense?
How that make sense?
Samjha do. How that make sense?
Samjha do. How that make sense?
Samjha do. How that make sense?
How that make sense?
How that make sense?

How That Make Sense? (feat. RadaR)

Lyrics: 
Drove to Montreal in the winter to play some baccarat
Watching Ahmed lose a couple thousand and just laugh at that 
Haitian women  teaching me French and giving me bad advice
Had to nod my head, I’m distracted by all the massive racks
Snowy road, thank God for traction control
Bunning spliffs inside the whip forget to crack the window open 
and see where I was going, what you mad at me for?
She thought it was the cold air, it was actually smoke 
Took a pitstop at the bar 
She getting lit when I be complimenting
Swallow liquid like a hollow fish and then she call it drinking
I wont be the one to point out that she got a problem with it
Ask her for a dart as I exit, I try to mind my business
Thought I’m soft cuz I grew up around the snobby rich kids 
Little does she know the extent the rich are so lawless with it Pulling out a gun at raves, now you eating dirt
Sorry ma’am your son died because a boy got his feelings hurt
Defending egos is a dangerous sport
FIR’s in their names while they stay at resorts
Booking presidential suites just to lay with some whores
But god forbid they marry women with a matching rapport

That’s hypocrisy at it’s finest
How we at a table when they announced no more dine ins?
Met a chick, who took me to her room and try to make it last
All the while, tweeting about how you should be wearing masks 
That’s hypocrisy at it’s finest 
Rap materialism philosophy at it’s highest 
Here I sit, contemplating mortality
But rapping bout the silver I’m donning my speciality 
It’s all about the end that we meet, this triviality
That we tend to partake in between is just a formality
Wrote this one and felt that that it’s thought provoking and pious
But she said this rap was hypocrisy at it’s finest

I guess,
I guess, I don’t blame you I guess
I guess, I just have to confess
This life is not more than a test
I guess, I guess, I guess

Hyporisy At Its Finest - ansar.

A little about the song:

This is a political song I wrote last year which unfortunately will continue to ring true for a long time. It’s a ‘stream of consciousness’ style song where I reflect on privilege, inequality, and certain religious laws in our country. 

The title of the song was originally “Brown Man’s Burden” which refers to the infamous poem “White Mans Burden.” The poem justifies imperial colonization and how it is the burden utilizing a rhetoric oft used by nationalists to justify suppression and imperialism. 
I wanted to name the song “brown man’s burden” because i see the same mindset utilized when the elite talk about the poor of our country, notably those they have employed as house help. How their suppression of the lower class is somehow a clandestine gift that the poor should be thankful of. It is the same talking points wrapped in a different skin. 
I ended up naming the song “I Bleed Green” to reiterate a much more important talking point that will be a prevalent theme throughout my political music. In the song I say “I bleed green regardless of my critique.” I point out these problems because I love my country, not because I hate it. One must first acknowledge a problem before it can be fixed.

I hope you enjoy.

ansar.

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