It was late last summer my blood coloured the sky,
When I heard you break your swear Punjabi myyy,
Never had I cried before,Never had my steel heart die before,
But now I fealt the roar,Blast . . . True love will everlast,
But you can't fade my body into caste,
Die for my woman,My woman is my mind,
My destiny she speaks through her every freaky line,
Her body movement is the way I survive,
When I'm on the battlefield staying alive,Staying alive . . .
March us that,249 MC's on horseback,So I pull out my steal to fight back,
Pull out an ounce of desi from my right sack,
Walked across the 5 rivers . . . 100 degrees,
My body burn . . . my mind sieze . . .
Hook 'em horns :)
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