Ye kahani hai 바카라Bihar바카라 ke chote se ek gaon me janme 바카라Aamir바카라 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, 바카라Bihar바카라 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
바카라Sabour바카라, 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
바카라Bhagalpur바카라 se 바카라Nalasopara바카라
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 바카라Pulsar바카라
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
바카라Mocking bird바카라 loop pe, jabse suna
Rhyming karna bani uski hobby
Dost ne di ek cd ki copy
Usme the 바카라Eazy바카라, aur 바카라Snoop바카라 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
바카라Call of duty바카라 ke the fighter baithe
Orkut pe login wo writer mode me
Scrap pe rhymes, sniper loaded!
Phir suna usne 바카라Tupac바카라 ka 바카라Changes바카라
바카라Brenda got a baby바카라, khade hue raungte
Inspired itna, banaya 바카라Pac바카라 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 바카라Thug 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
바카라Aamir바카라 bana tab 바카라Young 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 바카라Bone thugs바카라, bana 바카라Skin-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 바카라Skin-n-Bone바카라 se wo 바카라Shaikhspeare바카라
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
바카라Gullly 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
****
This is the story of 바카라Aamir바카라- born in a small village in Bihar바카라Š
Who then made a name for himself in Mumbai!Â
A few pages of this story may echo that of someone else바카라s!Â
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. Â
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!Â
Verse 1-Â
1988, Born in BiharÂ
The story begins, on the first page-Â
Eldest child of a big familyÂ
Named Aamir, had to step up!
Love from the beginning, found mother바카라s utmost careÂ
Father was away, still completing his studiesÂ
Left the lap, and learned to walk the fieldsÂ
3 years later, the second page opened up
Brother-Sister couldn바카라t even play togetherÂ
The village was small with no source of incomeÂ
He was sent to Grandpa바카라s home for schoolingÂ
바카라Sabour바카라- Muslim Colony 바카라 New Journey!Â
Birthed by mother, fed by Khala/AuntÂ
Would sleep listening to stories from grandma
Grandpa was a doctor, who wrote praises for The Prophet (PBUH)
and offered namaz five times a dayÂ
Taught humanity not casteismÂ
Whenever remembered him, felt saddened
His shadow still walks beside me
Seeping through the pages, soulful-ink!Â
Aamir saw riots as a childÂ
How humans turned into animalsÂ
Saw people바카라s faces changeÂ
Countless funerals and carrying on shouldersÂ
Then a year passed and he was in schoolÂ
To follow, just a set of rulesÂ
He saw it all hazy from a distanceÂ
Began memorizing books and quickly forgot them.
Mother would ask in letters if he was alrightÂ
That Eid was due tomorrowÂ
And without him, the kheer tasted blandÂ
Would ask to buy new clothes!
He바카라d too miss it all but not say a wordÂ
Would sob alone and hide from everyoneÂ
He was afraid of his mama/uncleÂ
Who would hit him at the littlest mistakes!Â
Suppressed feelings, he바카라d stay very quietlyÂ
A little different but something about him!
He wanted to become a doctor like his grandpaÂ
So he바카라d be a topper in science!
One day
In the assembly, there was a mic in his handÂ
He stammered, his legs shiveredÂ
and it got dark in front of his eyes and he fainted.
Hook-Â
Times changed, journeys changedÂ
And the caravan kept on movingÂ
The tussles of good and badÂ
He kept changing nonetheless! Â
Times changed, journeys changedÂ
And the caravan kept on movingÂ
The tussles of good and badÂ
He kept changing nonetheless!
Verse 2-Â
New turn, year 2007Â
Passed 10th, first classÂ
A new journey began
He reached the city of dreamsÂ
Father had a job in Mumbai
A family to live together!Â
From 바카라Bhagalpur바카라 to 바카라Nalasopara바카라
Stations changed and so did his abode Â
New city, A new different tongueÂ
A bunch of people, running here and thereÂ
Peeps from the buildings wouldn바카라t recognizeÂ
Would ask, what a villager is going to do around here!Â
College life started 바카라 2008Â
Viva College, straight to VirarÂ
On his 19th birthday, he got a bike 바카라Pulsar바카라
Did wheelies with his mischevious friends on the pillion seat
He didn바카라t want to listen to  lecturesÂ
Proxy marking backbenchers-Â
Would bunk and go to the beachÂ
The tides of Mumbai were swaying eachÂ
Would listen to English songs right at schoolÂ
바카라Mockingbird바카라 on loop ever since he first heard!
Rhyming became his hobbyÂ
A friend gave him a CD copyÂ
It had songs of 바카라Snoop바카라 and 바카라Eazy바카라
He started diving into their tides
There was an immensity inside of him
A suppressed spark had to turn into fireÂ
In the afternoon, he바카라d go to the cyber cafĂ©Â
Fighters from 바카라Call of Duty바카라 game- sitting and playing thereÂ
He바카라d log into Orkut in writer mode
He posted rhymes on the scraps like a loaded sniper!Â
Then he heard 바카라Tupac바카라s바카라 바카라Changes바카라Â
Got shivers listening to 바카라Brenda got a baby바카라 by him
Got so inspired, inked 바카라Pac바카라s바카라 tattoo!Â
Muslim family! Had to be taboo-ed!Â
Mom asked why would you ink!
Neither your namaz nor Wudu would be accepted
But my duas have now been accepted!Â
Khuda바카라s blessing, why must the soul hide?
If you are happy, So am I!Â
Doing or without itÂ
A fragrance in the airÂ
I also want not to hurt anyone!Â
New paths I must chooseÂ
And hand as pen and feet as ghunghroo!Â
Lost in artistry
Whatever can be heard from the heart,Â
I take that tune!
Now every day he바카라d practiceÂ
Learned rap skills from gangsta rapÂ
Learned slang and hand signsÂ
Baggy pants, pull up, WestsideÂ
Reversed cap and 바카라Thug Life바카라
Street Smart does freestyleÂ
Understood the meaning of every songÂ
And now only the lyrics would 바카라hit바카라 him!Â
Hook-Â
Times changed, journeys changedÂ
And the caravan kept on movingÂ
The tussles of good and badÂ
He kept changing nonetheless! Â
Times changed, journeys changedÂ
And the caravan kept on movingÂ
The tussles of good and badÂ
He kept changing nonetheless!Â
Verse 3-Â
When he turned 22Â
His times too changedÂ
Aamir wasn바카라t studying science anymore, uh!Â
Aamir just had to rhyme, uh!Â
He'd stay out all night, uh!Â
He바카라d fulfil all his might, uh!Â
When not everyone was a rapper-
Then he found in Mumbai- his homies! Â
바카라Aamir바카라 then became 바카라Young A바카라Â
 Attening Cyphers on Sundays with his homiesÂ
Tracks would play in his earsÂ
And he 바카라d also see people fall and die over the railway tracks of Mumbai.
From Virar Local to ChurchgateÂ
Cypher would go on for four or more hoursÂ
Night darkened and then it rainedÂ
Low acedemic marks didn바카라t mean an empty brainÂ
Learned rap and streets were now his collegeÂ
First performance lined up in a Hukkah BarÂ
On the mic, this time he was confidentÂ
His hands wouldn바카라t shiver, he was dominantÂ
Heard 바카라Bone Thugs바카라 and became 바카라Skin-n-Bone바카라.
Would go to recording booths, to find his toneÂ
He didn바카라t want to study anymore,Â
now his dreams were differentÂ
He started to work in a call centre to keep up with his music expenditures
Hip-hop brought new knowledgeÂ
He바카라d be balling in a gameÂ
Hip-hop was the only savior Â
And then he became 바카라Â
from 바카라Skin-n-Bone바카라 to 바카라Shaikhspeare바카라
Graduation was a new beginningÂ
Responsibility, doing shifts 9 to 5Â
But he still never left rap
Rap music was his first loveÂ
He didn바카라t lose focus!Â
Revolutionary his vocals!Â
Wanted to create something togetherÂ
So in Bombay, became (Local) Lokal!Â
From NSP to then BBCÂ
From 바카라Gully Boy바카라 to Tv ScreenÂ
Real life in a magazineÂ
Celebrating with his whole team!Â
But friends from college weren바카라t together anymoreÂ
They lost their lives before 30Â
Life gave no choicesÂ
Lost them but didn바카라t lose faithÂ
Quarrels at home so he wouldn바카라t sleepÂ
but he never cursed his fateÂ
lost in rap, never thought muchÂ
the coin that runs, couldn바카라t be counterfeitÂ
Mistakes unknowinglyÂ
He learned from each of themÂ
Those who nourish misconceptionsÂ
Would keep his distance from them! Â
From the village to the city, he is a real hustlerÂ
wherever everyone forgot, he found purposeÂ
channelling through rapÂ
fighting battles with circumstances- this battle rapperÂ
When breathing is music, then how could he leave it? Â
The universe stands by every corner so
 good times or not, he didn바카라t stopÂ
There바카라s a new morning after every dark nightÂ
He바카라d say it in his own words
What he바카라d learnt, had to recount those things
Everyone바카라s stories are written
But he writes his story 바카라 himself!Â
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Shaikhspeare, Bihar
(바카라Shaikhspeare바카라 aka 바카라Shaikh 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.)
