I can feel the pain
and it never goes away
I feel pain
they say its all okay
but it never go away


Im feeeling south indian blues o o ooo


Im feeeling south indian blues o o ooo


Indian rap god, I flow
like the Indian ocean
The Ghost Spit with wit and emotion
Bijju and Hanuman my Indian bros, We be the Trinity chosen from the city of coding,
so many dialects that were written and spoken,
Doesn't matter what you rhyme in, our statistics were stolen
*Dravidian glow like a radium frothing
Marie curie twitched in the edge of her coffin
Chilling in my "maney", I mean home, it's so awesome
Cool breeze in so often that my cornea soften
So let the vibe groove in into all of your organs
Sugar Spice Salt up in the city sauce and
*The city is old but every Gully is modern
You Get Paid in only pity when your begging for pardon
So take a step back, cause your heart could've harden
Check for bees in the flowers at gardens
*Smells like its Beef, but don't make it a problem
we dance "tapanguchi" when we bury the fallen
Shoot for the stars, yo I flee to forward
We only but a bullet when the earth's a revolver


I be coming from the south
I be coming from the south
I be coming theres no doubt
Brown skin is what I be about


Im feeeling south indian blues o o ooo


Im feeeling south indian blues o o ooo

MC BIJJU ‘S VERSE :

Dravidara nadu
Representing Bengaluru, concrete janra kadu
Yeste kitadu, navu tale kediskolodilla,
corona barakmunchenu, nam munde Illi kemmangilla
Yaru nammangilla
Anthane ellru helodu
Educated jaste jeevana ne navu ill ododu
Yare nodidru illi multilingual bro,
Onde bhashey barodu antha national language madbedro
Nandu kaveri flowdu kaveri, helthindeknali naveri
Koralillmele haveri, syllabels inda zaveri
Bazar odsok ninge swalpa dum bekole
Kush preethi yella koduthini come take away
Illi naruthro thicklin maklu siktare roadalella
One kade hifi lifu, enond kade rodeyilla
Ill Free al style kaliso gurugal kuda siktare
Bhumi mele swarga, bengaluru nodkond baro one sare