16 Adiyanthiram

«Chuttedutha pathinaru varikond
Ninte thalamanda adichu polich
Nalla korach kadala porich korich
Aakemothathilu ninte tholiyurichee
Ration kadayile mannennayozhich kathich
Ninte pennumbilla chora chardhich
Onnum randum kalpich njan ahimsa varjich;
Ente thrikkalkkeezhil ninte naabhi
Kalla swami njan, maara Pakarcha Vyadhi.»
«Dig your own grave
Bring your own spade;
6 feet deep fucker
Party on your funeral.»
«I break it down with a verbal dissection
Leave a beat with a permanent impression
Sellouts encashing raps in recession
Fuck your fat flow, i do a liposuction
No blings, no rings man i don’t use it
Cause i rock old-school underground music
Brown brown everywhere, raising the bar
Outta control, call me Lendrick Kumar
I see a bumblebee’s loose stool
You are not hiphop man, screw you
My skin is brown yo, so are my eyes too
Rip off skull like an Aghori saadhu
Your self acclaimed sick flow go jet flow i call it Menorrhagia
Battle an academic? You better pre-sign for euthanasia.»
«Iruttumuriyil njan irunnu varachu plan
Vettikkeeri Maapla enittedukkum scan
Thalayotti kond gotti kalikkum Vyadhi
Grime’nu vekk nattellu baakki
Athoori maattiyente cycle chain’aakki
Ninte charamam njan naattilu paattaakki
Katthiyillaathe ninte chanku keeri
Chudu chora ootti, aaviyaakki pinne aatti
Nirachu njan oru kuppi Plaachi Cola
Vevichu tharaam ninakkini kurach Ebola.»
«Dig your own grave
Bring your own spade;
6 feet deep fucker
Party on your funeral.»
«My verses are like the streets of Gaza
Reeking of decapitated dead bodies
And as for hobbies
I rock intestines for blings like Kali
And gorge on your honor
While taking a piss on your phony baloney
My book of rhymes is an asylum of deranged angels
With faces wreathed in agony
Running around pages seeking salvation in blasphemy
And finally jumping off heaven’s balcony.»