This Is The Story Of 'Aamir'

Ye kahani hai 바카라�Bihar바카라� ke chote se ek gaon me janme 바카라�Aamir바카라� ki, jisne mumbai me khudki ek alag pehchan banayi!
Shayad is kahani ke kuch panne kisi aur ki kahani se milti-julte hon.
Zindagi ke ache bure waqt me ham sabhi musafir hain, koi akela toh koi kafila bana chalta hai!
Is safar me kahin na kahin har mod tay kiye hue hain, toh chalta chal manzil ki fikr kiye bina .....

ye kainyat tere saath hai!

Verse 1
1988, 바카라�Bihar바카라� me janma
Kahani shuru, pehla panna
Bade parivaar ka pehla baccha
Aamir naam, aage tha bhadna

Bachpan se pyar, mili maa ki mamta
Papa the door, unhe aur tha padhna
Godi se nikla, seekha kheton me chalna
3 saal baad, khula doosra panna

Bhai-behen khel paye saath nahi
Chota tha gaon, thi na aamdani
Schooling ko bheja use nana ke ghar
바카라�Sabour바카라�, Muslim tola -naya safar

Maa se janm, khala se milta niwala
Nani se kahani sunke so jata
Nana the doctor, likhte the naath bhi
5 waqt ke woh the Namazi,

Insaniyat sikhaya na jatiwadi
Ati jo yadein, cha jati udasi
Unki parchaiye par chalti hai sath hi!
Panno me risti, ruhani -siyahi

Aamir ne bachpan me dange dekhe
Insan janwar kaise bante dekhe
Logon ke chehre badalte dekhe
Uthte janaze aur kandhe dekhe
Gujre saal phir wo School me
Follow karno ko bas rules the
dhoodla dikhta usko door se
kitabe rata, laga bhoolne

Maa khat me puche tu thik hai na
Ane wali kal Eid hai na,
Tere bina feeka kheer hai na
Naye kapde par kharid lena!

Karta wo miss, na batata tha
Akele me rota, chupata tha
Darr use lagta tha Mama ka,
Choti galti, milta chata tha

Dabe ehsas, raha chup chap
Thoda alag, par thi kuch baat
Nana sa banana tha doctor
Toh Science me rehta wo topper

Ek din
Assembly me, mic hanth me,
Zuban ladkhaye, laga kapne
Sansein phooli, phir laga hanfne
andhera chaya, uski ankhon ke samne!

Hook-
Badla samay, badla safar
Ye karvan chalta raha
Ache-bure ki kashmokash
Wo khamakha badalta raha.
Badla samay, badla safar
Ye karvan chalta raha
Ache-bure ki kashmokash
Wo khamakha badalta raha.

Verse 2
Naya mod, saal 2007
First class, hua 10th pass
Shuru hui nayi ek journey
Pahucha wo sapno ki nagri

Papa ki Mumbai me naukri thi
Saath rehni wali ab family bhi
바카라�Bhagalpur바카라� se 바카라�Nalasopara바카라�
Station badla, badla uska thikana

Naya sheher, thodi alag thi boli
Bhaag-daud karte logi ki toli
Building ke logon ne na tha pehchana
Phuche gaon wala kya karne wala?

College life shuru- 2008
Viva college, seedha pahucha virar
Unniswe Birthday pe mila use 바카라�Pulsar바카라�
Wheelie mara, phir peeche the punter

Na sunna tha usko ab lecture
Proxy lagate back benchers
Bunk karke, jate sab beach pe
Mumbai ki lehrein ab kheeche
English gane sunta school se tha
바카라�Mocking bird바카라� loop pe, jabse suna
Rhyming karna bani uski hobby
Dost ne di ek cd ki copy

Usme the 바카라�Eazy바카라�, aur 바카라�Snoop바카라� ke gaane
Laga wo lahron me dubki lagane
Bheetar uske kahin tha sailaab
Dabi chingari, banni thi aag

Dopher pe me jata wo cyber cafe
바카라�Call of duty바카라� ke the fighter baithe
Orkut pe login wo writer mode me
Scrap pe rhymes, sniper loaded!

Phir suna usne 바카라�Tupac바카라� ka 바카라�Changes바카라�
바카라�Brenda got a baby바카라�, khade hue raungte
Inspired itna, banaya 바카라�Pac바카라� ka tattoo
Muslim family, hona tha taboo

Maa ne pucha banaya ye kyu tu?
Namaz na hogi kabool, na wuju
Par meri dua ab hui hai kabool
Khuda ki rehmat, chupati ye ruh kyun?

Khush hai tu, mai bhi khush hoon
Par karna aur na karna ab kuch tu
Fiza me faile bas khusboo
Mai bhi chahu na dukh doon

Nayi rahein mai chun loon
Par kalam hanth, pair ghunghroo
Kalakari me gum hoon
Jo dil se sunaiyi de, wo dhun hoon

Ab har roz karta wo practice
Gangsta rap se seekha rap skills
Jana slangs, seekha hand signs
Baggy pant, pull up, Westside

Ulti topi aur 바카라�Thug Life바카라�
Street smart, kare freestyle
Samjha har gane ke meaning
Ab hit kare use bas lyrics!

Hook-
Badla samay, badla safar
Ye karvan chalta raha
Ache-bure ki kashmokash
Wo khamakha badalta raha.

Badla samay, badla safar
Ye karvan chalta raha
Ache bure ki kashmokash
Wo khamakha badalta raha.

Verse 3
Umar jab hui thi bais
Badla tha uska bhi Time
Aamir ab padhta na sciene, uh!
Aamir ko karna bas rhyme, uh!
Rehta wo out all night, uh!
Karta wo puri har khwashish, uh!

Mile phir Mumbai me homies
Jab rapper na tha har koi

바카라�Aamir바카라� bana tab 바카라�Young A바카라�,
Homies ke saath bite sunday
Tracks the kaan me bajte
Dekha tracks pe logo ko marte

Virar Local se Churchgate
Cypher chale 4 ghante.

Andheri raat jab hui barsaat
Kam marks par na khali dimag
Rap seekha ab street hi college
Hukkah bar me pehla performance

Iss bar mic pe wo confident tha
hanth kanpe na, wo dominant sa
Suna 바카라�Bone thugs바카라�, bana 바카라�Skin-n-Bone바카라�,
Booth me jata, jana khudka tone

Padhai ka man na, ab khwab alag the
Laga call center me kaam wo karne

Hiphop se mila naya knowledge
Game me kare wo ballin바카라�
Hiphop hi bana ab saviour
Phir 바카라�Skin-n-Bone바카라� se wo 바카라�Shaikhspeare바카라�

Graduation, thi nayi shuruwat
Zimmedari, kiya 9 se 5
Choda na usne rap ka sath
Rap music tha pehla pyar

Na loose kiya usne focus
Inquilabi the vocals
Kuch karna tha saath ho ker
Toh Bombay me bana Lokal

Nsp se phir BBC
바카라�Gullly Boy바카라� se tv screen
Real life on a Magazine
Celebrate kare puri team

Par College ke the dost sath nahi,
30 se pehle unhe maut aa gayi,
Zindagi ne diya mauka nahi
Khoya unhe, par bharosa nahi

Ghar me jhagde the toh sota nahi
Kismat ko usko, kabhi kosa nahi
Rap me khoya, jyada socha nahi
Jo sikka chale woh khota nahi

Anjane me hui galtiyan
Har galti se usne sabak liya
Jo rakhte pass galat fehmiyan
Woh doori rakhta unke darmiyan

Goan se sheher, wo asli Hustler
Jahan bhoole sab, dhonda maksad
Rap music se karta channel
Halaton se ladta battle rapper

Sangeet hai sansein toh kaise wo chod de
Kaiyenat sath deti har mod pe,
Acha ya bura waqt, ruka nahi,
Har raat ke baad honi subeh nayi

Khehta wo khud apni zubani
Jo seekha wo baatein thi batani
Sab ki kahaniya likhi hui
par wo likhta khud apni kahani !

Shaikhspeare, Bihar

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This is the story of 바카라�Aamir바카라�- born in a small village in Bihar바카라�
Who then made a name for himself in Mumbai! 
A few pages of this story may echo that of someone else바카라�s! 

Through the many good and bad times of life, we are all but travelers, Some of us walk alone, some as part of a convoy.  

Every little turn on the way is somehow predestined, so let us keep walking without a sense of worry!

This universe is by your side! 

Verse 1- 

1988, Born in Bihar 
The story begins, on the first page- 
Eldest child of a big family 
Named Aamir, had to step up!

Love from the beginning, found mother바카라�s utmost care 
Father was away, still completing his studies 
Left the lap, and learned to walk the fields 
3 years later, the second page opened up

Brother-Sister couldn바카라�t even play together 
The village was small with no source of income 
He was sent to Grandpa바카라�s home for schooling 
바카라�Sabour바카라�- Muslim Colony 바카라� New Journey! 

Birthed by mother, fed by Khala/Aunt 
Would sleep listening to stories from grandma
Grandpa was a doctor, who wrote praises for The Prophet (PBUH)
and offered namaz five times a day 

Taught humanity not casteism 
Whenever remembered him, felt saddened
His shadow still walks beside me
Seeping through the pages, soulful-ink! 

Aamir saw riots as a child 
How humans turned into animals 
Saw people바카라�s faces change 
Countless funerals and carrying on shoulders 

Then a year passed and he was in school 
To follow, just a set of rules 
He saw it all hazy from a distance 
Began memorizing books and quickly forgot them.

Mother would ask in letters if he was alright 
That Eid was due tomorrow 
And without him, the kheer tasted bland 
Would ask to buy new clothes!

He바카라�d too miss it all but not say a word 
Would sob alone and hide from everyone 
He was afraid of his mama/uncle 
Who would hit him at the littlest mistakes! 

Suppressed feelings, he바카라�d stay very quietly 
A little different but something about him!
He wanted to become a doctor like his grandpa 
So he바카라�d be a topper in science!

One day
In the assembly, there was a mic in his hand 
He stammered, his legs shivered 
and it got dark in front of his eyes and he fainted.

Hook- 

Times changed, journeys changed 
And the caravan kept on moving 
The tussles of good and bad 
He kept changing nonetheless!  
Times changed, journeys changed 
And the caravan kept on moving 
The tussles of good and bad 
He kept changing nonetheless!

Verse 2- 

New turn, year 2007 
Passed 10th, first class 
A new journey began
He reached the city of dreams 

Father had a job in Mumbai
A family to live together! 
From 바카라�Bhagalpur바카라� to 바카라�Nalasopara바카라�
Stations changed and so did his abode  

New city, A new different tongue 
A bunch of people, running here and there 
Peeps from the buildings wouldn바카라�t recognize 
Would ask, what a villager is going to do around here! 

College life started 바카라� 2008 
Viva College, straight to Virar 
On his 19th birthday, he got a bike 바카라�Pulsar바카라�
Did wheelies with his mischevious friends on the pillion seat

He didn바카라�t want to listen to  lectures 
Proxy marking backbenchers- 
Would bunk and go to the beach 
The tides of Mumbai were swaying each 

Would listen to English songs right at school 
바카라�Mockingbird바카라� on loop ever since he first heard!
Rhyming became his hobby 
A friend gave him a CD copy 

It had songs of 바카라�Snoop바카라� and 바카라�Eazy바카라�
He started diving into their tides
There was an immensity inside of him
A suppressed spark had to turn into fire 

In the afternoon, he바카라�d go to the cyber café 
Fighters from 바카라�Call of Duty바카라� game- sitting and playing there 
He바카라�d log into Orkut in writer mode
He posted rhymes on the scraps like a loaded sniper! 

Then he heard 바카라�Tupac바카라�s바카라� 바카라�Changes바카라� 
Got shivers listening to 바카라�Brenda got a baby바카라� by him
Got so inspired, inked 바카라�Pac바카라�s바카라� tattoo! 
Muslim family! Had to be taboo-ed! 

Mom asked why would you ink!
Neither your namaz nor Wudu would be accepted
But my duas have now been accepted! 
Khuda바카라�s blessing, why must the soul hide?

If you are happy, So am I! 
Doing or without it 
A fragrance in the air 
I also want not to hurt anyone! 

New paths I must choose 
And hand as pen and feet as ghunghroo! 
Lost in artistry
Whatever can be heard from the heart, 
I take that tune!

Now every day he바카라�d practice 
Learned rap skills from gangsta rap 
Learned slang and hand signs 
Baggy pants, pull up, Westside 

Reversed cap and 바카라�Thug Life바카라�
Street Smart does freestyle 
Understood the meaning of every song 
And now only the lyrics would 바카라�hit바카라� him! 

Hook- 
Times changed, journeys changed 
And the caravan kept on moving 
The tussles of good and bad 
He kept changing nonetheless!  
Times changed, journeys changed 
And the caravan kept on moving 
The tussles of good and bad 
He kept changing nonetheless! 

Verse 3- 

When he turned 22 
His times too changed 
Aamir wasn바카라�t studying science anymore, uh! 
Aamir just had to rhyme, uh! 
He'd stay out all night, uh! 
He바카라�d fulfil all his might, uh! 

When not everyone was a rapper-
Then he found in Mumbai- his homies!  

바카라�Aamir바카라� then became 바카라�Young A바카라� 
 Attening Cyphers on Sundays with his homies 
Tracks would play in his ears 
And he 바카라�d also see people fall and die over the railway tracks of Mumbai.

From Virar Local to Churchgate 
Cypher would go on for four or more hours 

Night darkened and then it rained 
Low acedemic marks didn바카라�t mean an empty brain 
Learned rap and streets were now his college 
First performance lined up in a Hukkah Bar 

On the mic, this time he was confident 
His hands wouldn바카라�t shiver, he was dominant 
Heard 바카라�Bone Thugs바카라� and became 바카라�Skin-n-Bone바카라�.
Would go to recording booths, to find his tone 

He didn바카라�t want to study anymore, 
now his dreams were different 
He started to work in a call centre to keep up with his music expenditures
Hip-hop brought new knowledge 
He바카라�d be balling in a game 
Hip-hop was the only savior  
And then he became 바카라� 
from 바카라�Skin-n-Bone바카라� to 바카라�Shaikhspeare바카라�

Graduation was a new beginning 
Responsibility, doing shifts 9 to 5 
But he still never left rap
Rap music was his first love 

He didn바카라�t lose focus! 
Revolutionary his vocals! 
Wanted to create something together 
So in Bombay, became (Local) Lokal! 

From NSP to then BBC 
From 바카라�Gully Boy바카라� to Tv Screen 
Real life in a magazine 
Celebrating with his whole team! 

But friends from college weren바카라�t together anymore 
They lost their lives before 30 
Life gave no choices 
Lost them but didn바카라�t lose faith 

Quarrels at home so he wouldn바카라�t sleep 
but he never cursed his fate 
lost in rap, never thought much 
the coin that runs, couldn바카라�t be counterfeit 

Mistakes unknowingly 
He learned from each of them 
Those who nourish misconceptions 
Would keep his distance from them!  

From the village to the city, he is a real hustler 
wherever everyone forgot, he found purpose 
channelling through rap 
fighting battles with circumstances- this battle rapper 

When breathing is music, then how could he leave it?  
The universe stands by every corner so
 good times or not, he didn바카라�t stop 
There바카라�s a new morning after every dark night 

He바카라�d say it in his own words
What he바카라�d learnt, had to recount those things
Everyone바카라�s stories are written
But he writes his story 바카라� himself! 
 

Shaikhspeare, Bihar

(바카라�Shaikhspeare바카라� aka 바카라�Shaikh The Don바카라�, born as Aamir Shaikh, is an Indian rapper and songwriter. He hails from northern suburbs of Mumbai, and has established himself as one of the most influential and skilled rappers of his generation.)