Lyrics:
Rap game, I play it in that beast mode 
Spitting this so slick boy, you'd think I got a cheat code 
Wavy as the ocean, I got deep flows
Every word I speak though is setting up the heat so, I got this shit on lock everytime, I got three scopes
Trigger finger happy, Yeah I shoot on that beast mode
Work like a freak so, I'm Making all that chedder, all the cheese bro
Yeah, you can call me Goku cos my m'erfuqin chi's dope
Top tier rap, ion keep it on the D-low
Never outta bars, Take shots, never reload
Spit straight fire cos I be eating cheetos
Look like an elephant, always on that beast mode
Brock Lesnar shit, never giving you a weak blow
Punches got the value when I need those
See myself on telly rocking cheap clothes
Cos when you fat as me boy, everything's a shit shoooow
Yeah I rap with elite flows 
And they don't get the lyrics like a story that was retold
When it's about the skill level, rappers get they' feet cold
And if you think you ill boy, I hit you with that DCold
Yeah the beast mode is default
The roots be solid so, I'm just gon reap those
Fruits of my labour and eat that shit in three course
2 mixtapes and this shit ain't even prequel
To what I'm boutta do when I dethrone
The wannabe kings, get they head on my feet bro
Like Who the fuck is thee though?
Since I've been on this lane, I never took a detour
The beat's dope, I go blow brains with a C4
And Every time I see foes, I also kinda see 4's
Tunnel Vision people never see growth
Now they say "yo flow tight", so I guess that the sea's old
Like I'm really on that beast mode
Every bar is so slick, you'd think I got a cheat code
Chill, Drill, Trap, Soul, Jazz, I can kill most
I be spitting cold bars even when it's simple
I be on my ill flow getting all that kim dough
I be baggin gold when I rap like I'm bilbo
Dipesh heard me rap and he said, "ay, chill bro"
When I spit a bar in earth, the whole fucking hell froze
Saksham is the name, but the name's really spelled GOAT















Cheat Code

Not sad and lonely, it dont matter homie
daily grind, i'm ju chading cheese like macreroni
you can find the rapper on me
Always with the beef, I can never rap baloney
Half decent guy, you can always figure rest
A kitkat phone but i'm running on that gingerbread
Mr great rapper, nah i'm just an effing hairy prick
binge eating shit like lays, coke, and dairy milk
Yeah I still am like that
guess it's cos i'm built in like that, every single day I'm dreaming like that
So you like that? well i hope you do
I have dreams of blowing; boom!
Tap, Tap, Moving on the UI like goku do
This track was overdued so I over did it
No Autotune, I'm flowing in it
Brave gorkhali with 6 balls; ain't over pitching 
Just a Local kid with that global vision
tbh, we never on the race bruh
buh F it, kei boldina yo bheda harko desh ma, ay







Lockdown Freeverse 1

Lyrics:

Whats popping?
Brand new mic, just copped it
I got options
Pass that bitch like stockton
Fuck it I pass that bitch like I'm luke shaw
Make daily noise like JJJ, no bugle
Now, on the road, aint taking a U turn
Haters like U suck, Fans be like damn u so nice
Anyway, Woke up today to the news that sancho got signed
So, I aint even tripping like that
Now sell Martial and we winning it back
Yeah, Premier League loading 
Wanna see scousers go oh shit
Bald head pep can suck on a cold dick
Shit, Next season we going Uno
And We be balling like Bruno
Arsenal, Chelsea and Everton Fuck you
French kiss bye to the title cos we going Pogboom (uh)
Foundation strong got the solid ass build
Aint no stress cos Ole got wheels
So, winning the prem? Only he will! (yuh)

Whats Poppin (GGMU Remix) [prod. Dipesh]

Lyrics:

U don't know me? u better get to know me
I'm out here boy, getting extra cozy
In this rap shit, I'm set to blow bitch
You turn a profit if you betting on me
One with that shot, got that metal on me
Kill every beat, I go mental on this
ion even wait for the metronome bitch
Yeah, even if we wrestle, u cannot hold me
Got no time for the melancholy 
Changed my style and the gettup homie
Think power rangers, I'm metmorphing
On a different planet when I get up yawning
Pick the fruit of my labor on mars, cos I terraformed it
Uh metaphorically, I'm vito corlee
But I'm vito corlee on a different dimension watching Rick and Morty 
Me go hard bitch, See the pattern, it's that fibonacci
Yeah Your Want war? Well, me go nazi like 
This that Blitzkrieg flow
Bomb the scene is how this shit go
But I want peace, mind my business so,
Have a good day, no biscuit though
Local Kid tryna reach the globe (yuh)
Tectonic Raps, I could shift the poles
The game needs me so, when I'm in this zone
I get so wanted, ask interpol (yuh)









Nemesis Interlude (Freestyle)



Lyrics:

Repping iCity till my life finished
5 AM and the light dimming
Writing every line witty
Tryna be the GOAT every five minutes
5 years from now, I'll tell you how I did it
Yeah I'll do it for this city bro
025 that's the city code
We 025 times better than yo city though
I could show true colors, but you aint get the picture so,
I black out with bars and all you see is indigo
Yeah I'm in the zone, tell me man who really dope? spitting all the litty flows
I think quick and spit it slow
Check my catalogue, I've been the best
Learned this from studying the GOATs every minute mate
YB had it Real but what I write is Minute Maid
Yeah I go cold in the booth
Make mehnat ko faal bata whole different juice 
Yeah conduct all these rhymes in 'em Outlets
So, when shit hits the fans, every one gettin grounded 
Yeah I always feel like I'm best
I was 20 when I promised me a feature with drake ( yeah )
If I do it, I will rhyme tight
If I don't, I won't try dying 
50 said it best, you either get rich or die trying
So, I'mma live life with no stalemate
Tryna get the Win every time that I play chess
But I just wanna game change
On a different train of thought, my tracks aint on same lane
Fuck a book, I read people with this stained lens
All I see is differences, we really ain't on same page 
We learned different lesssons so, it's only right we ain't same
But all of us are brain dead
Use different ways to cope with the same state
So, Some of us are taking shots and some of us on pain meds
If you do the math, the sum of us aint done shit
And then comes the conflict
The Beef and The Jealousy go all in
They want beef when u pop and you on shit
An honest feedback is taken with a salt pinch
So, don't get me started, ion wanna push the on switch
Boy, I've said enough
But honestly I think I ain't saying much
I really wanna teach all you young kids
But the price of knowledge has recently gone shit
See, the reason is all this 
wrong information bout this game causing all dips
The self titled GOATs never handled it
From a loorey to a motey, Everyone Pandering
I mean the Old Heads with rant and shit
Man, stop all the ranting please
We've had it shit

Outro:
Like for real Old Heads, retire already, no one cares about ya'll
this ain't the mid 2000s for crying out loud
shit man, ion even wanna diss your
pathetic existence, 44 bars.

5 AM in iCity

I could just Flow with nice schemes 
but nothing will go viral like COVID-19 
Too damn anxious, the patience has flipped
High with a pen, i'm basically lit 
this shit's like the economy, i'm taking a hit 
But Making a bit! At least, I guess 
Fuck a virus, i'm on a peace like state 
It can never crack me like a bit coin's fate 
Cos we ain't on the same circle: disjoint sets 
Fixed my pen, stayed rapping till late
Pennin' papal decrees like the vatican state
Get electrons flowing on some radical ways
Real with this shit, never fallible mate
Write like my name, the caliber's cray
Magical Pen, that's a talisman trait 
Drink from the chalice of greats; 
I'm ON THE FLOW like DUMBLEDORE
Duel/Dual handed Wizard, but FLEX WITH 3 WANDS
Billboard hit? Nah, I WRECK THE SKILL CHART
You're tuning to a VET WITH THESE BARS
Let S be the king, cos I GET TO CEASE R

Now you can never figure my bars
I write like the riddler; sinister plots
One bar in; It's a beautiful day
then compare that shit with riddick from space
Ridiculous eh? the boggart's changing
As I frame moving haters like a hogwart's painting
I'm on this day dream
Trynna be as great as Nas or Jay Z
The bars are crazy, tho i dont have a sound head
Feel like drake, as i go for that poundcake
Not vocal and outplayed
The notion is out and I'm locally outspaced
Like neville in potions, i'm outstretched
but ion share my pain with a socialist's
outrage
Over and out mate, i'm on this pursuit
Run this game like a marathon, i've polished my shoes
Yeah i'm burying tracks like the coffin's a booth
That nice guy kills? They are often confused
Spit a tight verse solo like a knot in a noose
cos they can't hang with me, they are not in the loop






















Nemesis is Like (Nas is Like Freestyle)

Lace em up Lace em up Lace em up lace Em
Nikes on my feet feel amazing
Always lit but ain't blazing
They talk grass and I ain't grazing
Cos this GOAT need a different green
Word to YB, but got different dreams
Writing rhymes while I'm sipping tea
So, Fuck a Rap boy, even my piss is clean
Rappers tryna 'act' like they in the 'scene'
But they actin' funny like they Mr. Bean
And if you dissing me
I 'school' you with 'burns', you get yo"5th degree"
But fuck it man, I just love 'em Nike Shoes
Nas wanted One Mic and me? I split a mic in two
Put me in a cypher fool and watch me go viking oooh
This battle rapper always on that fighting mood
But really though, this rap shit be so easy
Like a janitor, I get bored with shit
Cos What is even competition when I just wipe the floor in this? 


Nikes on my Feet (Freestyle)

Lyrics:

5-AM and I woke up with a heavy head
Getting up with steady pace
Yeah I dont even meditate
I just flex this heavy weight: Money talks every day
And I'm just a fat boy getting cake
I dont really hesitate to get a plate
That's why I'm in a better place
Feed the rats all the crumbs from cheddar crate
The game full of gay ass bitches so, i'm boutta to set the record straight
Ralph shit boy, yeah I'm boutta to go and wreck the game
I just get the paper, write my destiny with hella bass
Top end bars when I write is my mental space
And If you judge by cover, my book is wrapped in a leathercase
They say i'm negative in many ways
I just give a picture, if the truth gets me spreading hate
Then, I aint fucking wrong boy, you just a petty 'flake
I dedicate my life to these bars like  criminals with sentences
So, When I say I'm gon be THE GOAT boy, that is not a predicate
Rhyme so fly, I dont set the bar I levitate it
Getting way lit uh 

Hook: 

Bought a spaceship, now I'm a space cadet 
Give myself credit, I aint paying debts
Ion feel nothing, aint on pain meds
Live my life to fullest, I aint playing dead

Space Cadet (Freestyle)

Lyrics:

Ever since a child, I aint asked for shit
Did it my way, never asked for shit
I'm a pacifist, I ain't capping bitch
I got this rapping shit on point when I do it
Flow so tight, yeah I'm fluid
Ironic how I prove it
The most chill rapper in this country is too lit
And I aint gotta prove shit boy
I just get it done yeah I do shit boy
People alway say " damn, you seem poised"
That's cos I do it like the way that its meant
Bat for the strike, I aint playing a test
Mindset for  war, nuhin making me sweat
Yeah I'm Straight outta Itahari, Bhetghat chowk
Talk shit bout us, ani bhetlas bro
Try fucking with us and you get that smoke
Like I aint even tripping in this rap
I just play a beat, wage rhythimic attack on it
Spitting factual shit
Kill a beat with no effort yeah i'm rapping it clean
This you cant learn, gotta have it
Spitting slick shit every time that's a habit
Grind for that mula, maddening stuff
Humble beginnings as I'm stacking it up
Bomb ass expense got no bang for the buck
So, a millie in the bank still aint lavish enough boy
And That's the mindset I have now
My thoughts are these sound waves, they mad loud
I aint from Trap house but I know all the traps  yeah
Tryna get the tools to break out of rat race
Dont beat around the bush, I'm mad straight
Capable to be the best, just like my damn name
When I hold the mic, I split brains, get them polarized
Nepali as fuck but I do got that polar ice
So ask for a path, I give cold advices
Vision crystal clear like a dolomite is
That's facts bruh
If rap is a craft then I'm a fucking master
Other rappers sky high, I already been Astral
Uh And this aint really flex rap
and now i'm really gone, sky high with a jet pack 

See I got these mad flows, they never really had those
I go in this mad cold, fuck up the booth
cos when it comes to rap, I got nothing to prove
I got nothing nothing nothing to prove
See i got nothing to proove

Nothing to Prove

Lyrics:

Yeah I'm still chill
At my pop's crib but I aint watching kill bill
And I know it's getting very late
11 in the night, reading HG Wells
The pages be turning
I wanna stop nemesis from ever existing
Go back in time and kill him like it's No Biggie
Guess I always had that flow in me
Member '010 when I first heard a biggie track
Dude had that swagger, it hit me man
Showed me a dream, all I had was a piggiebank
Now look at me, feel I'm bringing biggie back
At 20, I was ready to die
But now it's life after death
You Live 'nother day to go fight for the belt
And I been doing that since 3 years
And I ain't even really get a free beer?
Shit real?
But i aint even drink tho, so fuck that
I've been onmy grind, going dumn mad
Started off with Chilled Bars
Did it like whatever cos my skill vast
So damn dope, I do coke in a steel glass
That's the maddest trip, Sugar Rush and caffeine hit
My whole damn life been ruined by the passiveness
Could've done so more, some massive shit
But the movie aint over, this is just like half the pic
And I ain't even tripping, I can punch till I have a fist 

Yeah I'm still chill, Got my own way to these thoughts in my temple like a pilgrim
Learned to be cool and I aint take a chill pill (aay)
Wrestled with my thoughts and I aint getting pinned still - Goldberg in '98; Ruthless!
Did some battles and I'm asking you who's next?
And these rappers couldn't tie my shoe, fuck a shoe flex
Get in the ring and I hit you with a suplex
How ya'll wanting beef when you sound like a fruit cake?
What's a noob? I could go and just school vets
I go in on raps like I want it bossed
While they take a buncha shots, they hardly bar
And If this game gets away, I be hot on it's tail like a charizard
But I'm still chill, Rapping with that ill skill, yeah I'm build for the shit
Since '16, boy I been killing beats
Let me Hit my goals, when the score bad
Kick game Kane, you should know facts
Fox in the box with 4 plans
Wait for the moment when I know that, the ball's going in like Roon, yeah the bicycle go mad

Still Chill 2 (Alt Version)

Lyrics

Looking at the starrry night like van gogh
Ion get the sky it aint that dope
and its sad how a light source with that stroke
shines with a bad glow
guess we never know it like a passcode
depression is an asshole
and it's in my system, boy it's pass code
Living in a world where these frogs act like tadpoles
And that goes for everyone that rap yo 
I got mad flows, homie I got mad flows
Looking through the glassdoor
I see you showing skills, but the method isn't that bro
You tryna shower punches but you wetter than a bathrobe
how you hit a clean punch? you never been about blows
I think about this country but on it never rap bro
the country is mad broke
Too many probms' what the stack show
Insecure system with 100 fucking backdoors
Shit, I'm tryna make my passport for getting out this hyaa bho
Ion let it touch me like a fatjoke
Proud to be a fat thor
Stormbreaker going for the head when I rap cold
Won't face the planet broke, i'm letting all my stash grow
tryna get the cash flow 'fore i get to cash flows
Then I make it rain boy, you gon see the cash flow
Commie with the mula like I'm castro
Been writing manifests since I was a damn bloke
So, my curly lines be over every head like an afro

I rap as a hobbie this a pass time flow
Not giving lines till the damn mic froze
Autotune my brain to the bank like woah
Goliath money thats maddening dough
But I'm david on the pitch, I make half line goals

SHITTTT SHITTT

What?
This the summer, so I tuck heat
Tryna spread my wings like I'm buckbeak
Tryna make a milli fore I'm 26
don't keep it 100, i keep this shit 6 x 20
That's 120
I did 3 battles, but I've won 20
Doing 90 like Em but it's 120 - Insane Drive


Funny how I got my lanes right
See my path clear, it's way up: that's a plain sight
And my drive so large shit is crane sized
My setup's crazy and I've gamed rhymes
Bring the CHEKHOV's GUN like a playwright
Yeah, the writtens drity, ion play nice
Bring the CHEKHOV's GUN like a playwright
Yeah, the writtens drity, ion play nice

Chekhov's Gun

25 To Life

Lyrics 

Get me a beat pack
Fuck yo 'pinions and feedback
ion need to read that
Know I can rap boy, ion need a recap
They actin' tough; a facade, man I see that
Brown Asian, but i'd rather fuckin be black
Mean ass raps and I be that rapper;
"Get yo sick ass a z-pack"  rapper
"Make a bitch rapper re-rap" rapper
"Bitch yo suck and I mean that" rapper
I'ma mean ass rapper
Serve dope to fiend ass rapper
Hit the keys and I be mad packin
Cos I Work with Tech, so, my nina clap em( uh)
Feel detached, so, i ju wanna dump on the scene
I just want abundance and freedom
But do i really need em? Yes sir
Need the fresh drops, chedder and great scotch
Great scott, I'd give you advice but this aint no ted talk
This is a pep talk; take the ball to best spot
And shoot till you make all your 10 shots
Drop a thirty on em, Fuck that, drop 'nother 50 on em, that's 80-sum like Kobe bryant
I'm so defiant and my soul as fly as holy mayan
DOPE, i can be that
FLOW on the beat, damn
No one can beat that
Ayy got  nike checks
Fell in love but aint no bitch psych me yet
Tho I'm slightly vexed, But my G code strong so, the snakes don't mess with a python, flex
And tho I'm a reptile, ion ever hibernate
I'm like heisenberg, way I hide the meth
Raps are like drug to the fiends
I could go fuck up the scene
Milking the art but ya'll never up for the cream
How is that upping the scene? Huh?
Ion get it so, fuck a rap, put you rappers in a duffle bag
And throw it to bagmati
Spewing lies, sabai kalpanic
Khas gari, kala lai naas gari, timharu ja pani, j pani garya chu mug ho pakhandi
But me? I'm stillmatic like i'm nas in this bitch - ghataki
So here's the recap - A Real ass rapper? Ya'll will never be that


























Be That

2016 Interlude

Chilled Bars

Essay On Life

Intro

Random

Today

Welcome to Astral (Mixtape Intro)

Lyrics:


Aay I'm still chill
At my pop's crib, eating chicken, watching kill bill
Yeah life is a tarantino flick
Just a bunch of scenes and they laterally shift
Like the words in this rap, yeah scattered in the beat
Yeah my mind's filled with random thoughts
You hit the goals of life with no hand of god
It means you dont make runs with maradona's feet
but the game still tight like an anaconda's grip
See life is a game and it's getting hard
but sir alex said, "games are won in the second half"
Yeah, Cant argue with the boss so,
If the second half's done, we be scoring in the last mo'
Yeah, That's the motto and I live by it
It's never too late so, get up off your feet and just keep trying

Hook:
Still, Still chill
That's what I am
Still, Still chill
Chiller than a cold brew
Still, still chill
That's what I am
Chiller than a cold brew

Verse 2:
Let me go and preface this
They used to call me Nemesis
Now my name changed, and often I just laugh
cos right now i'm really that सक्षम when I rap
Now I know i ain't humble when I brag
It's cos I never understood a "humble brag"
So I just never be humble
Go flex my big ass stomach when the beat's turned up
But Fuck it, this that chill shit, ice talk
Time's still time, even on a nice watch
Yeah, Materialism be wild
But a nice watch will make a bad time feel fine
And I guess that shit's right cos all that we grind, is for a rollie on the hand
Then, we go Flex on insta like 'solely for the gram'

Still Chill

Vibe सही (vibe)
आयो हाम्रो Time, छ या Nice घडी (nice)
आँए भाईको Beat मा, म दाई बनी
Rap मा म Mike होनी (mike)
Punch माथी Punch हाने life भरी 
Eytime' lit तर beat मा छ ice पनी (ice)
Give life to rap but I dont put my life on it 
त्यसैले म mad lit, And that's not a cap bitch (no cap)
Uh, That's a ढाका टोपी (topi)
आयो GOAT बाहुन बाजे या बाख्रा बोकी (aay)
The best in this scene, bitch u have to know me (what)
Yeah अधिक़ास मान्छेहरूलाई यो Flow अत्ति लाग्छ जस्तै मदिराको झ्याप (shit)
म मोटो मान्छे, छ बढी खाको ज्यान (fat)
निउ खोज्छस भने मुला परिणाम त जान् (yuh)
तर Fuck this shit, छ या Vibe सही (sahi)
Talm' bout rap? हान्छु २२ थरी (what)
Kill every rapper from २२ थरी (what)
नभन् मुला भाई sorry, Nepali? English?
Why worry? (nah)
भन् कुन भाषा मा Kill हानम्? (kill)
म बास्तबमा Chill मानव तर बन्न सक्छु म एक्छिनमा Real दानव 
तेसैले मेरो पुरै सिद्दान्त फरक, देखाउदिन कैले पनी बिथ्थाको चटक
I know where the line's drawn
Know for a fact that i'll go be an icon (icon)
Yeah I'm that great, जहिलेपनी damn straight
I ain't on a rat race, I'm on a rampage (uh)
तेसैले या ध्यान दे, केही हुन्न rap ले (rap)
Don't rap for मुला, make मुला to rap भाई
You get too far with mad grind (mad)
बिहान देखी बेल्का सम्म, chipping in that mad work
Just 1 year, I'll make a milli with my laptop (win win)
And That's not a cap, that's a ढाका टोपी (dhaka)
देखिदैन progress आखा छोपी 
भेटिदैन progress नाता खोजी
Uh आज भोली, हिडिराछु म पनी नाफा खोजी
याद छ मलाई मैरो फाट्या गोजी तर बेचिन दुख कहीले भावलाई जोडी
तेई भर Vibe सही
आयो हाम्रो Time, छ या Nice घडी
आँए भाईको Beat मा, म दाई बनी
Rap मा म Mike होनी
Punch माथी Punch हाने life भरी
Eytime' lit तर beat मा छ ice पनी
Give life to rap but I dont put my life on it
BITCH! 


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