Tehran (feat. Pishro)

Missing Tehran, Tehran, Tehran
Fake won't jump with me
In front of me, the convertible turns to the devil
They go up, the peaks
This is my year, this year
Better be okay with me
Or you'll get a message

I’m handing over the check
High price, brand new
No patience, sneezing at you
I move forward like I’m glued to it
Thunder and lightning
Sixth of Bahman, sixty-seven
God whispered this in my ear
You’ll be at the top of the charts, no debate
Forget it, it’s cool, but
If you’re rude, it’s a full-on check
Your diss tracks are weak
I’m shooting from the gate, got beef
Your tackles are all weak
What’s your vibe? It’s a flop
I set the net and circle the globe
The ground’s caught up in the herd
Next, say mashallah
Hit the board, you won’t make it, no way
Suddenly you’re shooting to the top
These guys are slick
Your blood becomes halal
Show some respect, man

Missing Tehran, Tehran, Tehran
Fake won't jump with me
In front of me, the convertible turns to the devil
They go up, the peaks
This is my year, this year
Better be okay with me
Or you'll get a message

Every one of our beats is a hit
Like my dad’s a king, my mom’s a queen
My mic’s a PlayStation controller
Tell Hiachi to set up Tekken again
Even your events are a joke
Here, the foreigners all call me safe
I pray for their safety
We’re chopping the deadliest stuff and reeling it
We make your words make sense
I’m planting legends everywhere, agent
You can’t even hit back at your will
Even though I don’t know if I’m rapping or gaming
In this trash, who’s getting muddy?
How long will the saint keep the dead alive?
How long will I draw chalk while you go lil' lil'?
I’ll dance hip-hop for you, say hey hey
My finger’s on your peak
I won’t say a word, let it go, sit down
By the way, I’m always a holiday
For Pishro, always a ghost in the game
Hurry, hurry, it’s tight
The shutters won’t go down
The pinwheels spin in the wind
My mind’s an earthquake when it hits
It flashes me the beat
Stress is on the way for you
Sound on the pager
Without a manager
I’ll get your finger to hamster
I’ll grab your leg, it’s a dark tangle
Your grave is here, Undertaker
Even if I die, I’ll give you a live vibe
Pishro, you’re moving on the line, reeling
Don’t say it’s not responding, bang and paper
My head’s hot like a microwave

Missing Tehran, Tehran, Tehran
Fake won't jump with me
In front of me, the convertible turns to the devil
They go up, the peaks
This is my year, this year
Better be okay with me
Or you'll get a message