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KAHAN PAR HAI
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100 Bars - Farhan Khan ( prod.by Rekoil Chafe) Khansaab

GAME OVER (KR$NA RAP MEGAMIX) By Rosh Blazze

The_Savarkar_Rage_-_Swatantrya_Veer_Savarkar___Randeep_Hooda___Sambata rap

Bella X BOHEMIA - Daddy's Home X Kaandi Aurat Mashup by Nitesh K.

6sins - teleport to crib p. (fiartex

#darkcountry #boombap #g-funk

Yeah… Tombstone, Arizona… 1881…
Dust taste like death out here…
This one for the Cowboys… and the ones who stood in the lot…[Hook – laid-back, sinister drawl]
26 seconds in the O.K. Corral,
Bullets sang like a funeral choir, y’all.
Smoke rise slow in the desert wind,
I’m your huckleberry… now the devil grins.
From Fremont Street to the afterlife gates,
Three men down, eternity waits.
Roll that funk in a black bandana,
Gunfight at the O.K., West Coast manner.[Verse 1 – Doc Holliday (talkbox & low croak)]
Coughin’ up blood in a whiskey glass,
Lungs full of dust, but the reaper too slow, never too fast.
Wyatt by my side, cold steel in his fist,
Said “Law comin’ down, better scratch us off the list.”
Ikept my coat long, hid the gauge in the lining,
I’m a Southern gentleman, but my soul steady dyin’.
Ike Clanton talkin’ big with his mouth run wild,
But when the lead start flyin’, that boy broke like a child.
Say “I’m your huckleberry,” that’s a guarantee,
Mean I’ll dance with the devil ‘fore he dance with me.[Hook][Verse 2 – Wyatt Earp (deep, deliberate)]
Badge on my chest but vengeance in my veins,
Morgan hit the floor, now it’s thunder and rain.
Virgil bleedin’, walkin’ crooked in the sun,
Told the Cowboys, “Y’all’s reign of terror done.”
Curly Bill laughin’ with that red sash draped,
Shot him by the creek, watched his smile escape.
Ringo want smoke, talkin’ Latin and pride,
Met him in the oaks; only one walked out alive.
This ain’t about justice, this about kin,
When you touch an Earp, that’s the original sin.[Bridge – slow, eerie whistle + talkbox choir]
Fly buzzin’ round the blood in the dirt,
Boots still smokin’, souls under shirts.
26 seconds changed the whole damn land,
Now every outlaw know the Earp-Holliday brand.[Verse 3 – The Cowboys (grimy, paranoid)]
Red sash ridin’, opium in the air,
Clanton clan deep but we livin’ scared.
Thought we ran Tombstone, coke on the mirror,
Till Doc walked in sick, still the deadliest killer.
Billy Claiborne ran, left Frank on the ground,
Tom bleedin’ out, couldn’t make a sound.
Now we ghosts on the wind, ridin’ Highway 10,
Whisperin’ warnings to the next set of men:
Don’t draw on a dying man with nothin’ to lose,
He’ll send you to glory in them hand-tooled boots.[Final Hook – half-time, funeral tempo]
26 seconds in the O.K. Corral,
Eternal funk for the ones that fall.
From the dusty lot to the California coast,
We still bang this tale ‘bout the heavenly host.
I’m your huckleberry… say it one mo’ time,
Close your eyes, lil’ homie, hear them bells gon’ chime.
Roll slow… windows up… let the bass breathe pain…
Gunfight at the O.K.… forever bang.[Outro – talkbox fading]
Tombstone…
Rest in smoke, cowboys…
Val Kilmer voice in the wind:
“I’m your huckleberry…”
gun

Gunfight at the O.K.

[Verse]

Digging deep, where the roots touch the core

Basement dweller, pen sharper than a sword

Grime on my knuckles, echoes in the walls

Ciphers in the dark, graffiti in the halls



Brick dust lungs, breathe the city's decay

Neon drip puddles where the rats wanna play

A beatbox heartbeat, pumping life through decay

Hustle in the shadows, where the sun don’t stay



[Chorus]

Subterranean flow, where the cold winds blow

Where the secrets grow, only real ones know

Subterranean flow, down below, down below

Underground we glow, in the shadows we show



[Verse 2]

Pothole symphonies, tires screech in the night

Moon’s a cracked mirror, shards cuttin' the light

Lyrical archaeologist, diggin' up a gem

Find the gold in the rubble, build the crown for the hem



Steel train rattles, echoes off the brick

Life moves crooked, never moves quick

Underdog anthem, howl through the steam

Dreams painted black, yet we sew every seam



[Chorus]

Subterranean flow, where the cold winds blow

Where the secrets grow, only real ones know

Subterranean flow, down below, down below

Underground we glow, in the shadows we show

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