School Summer

[Intro – English – Hip Hop – Male Lead] Sweat drips on melted vinyl as the needle scratches groove, Smoke stings the humid air while heavy subwoofers move. Fuck your weak-ass radio, we break the motherfucking meter, Old school summer heat turns every bastard to a believer. [Verse 1 – Part 1: Drill – Arabic – Contrasting Character Voice] Kuss emmak ya ibn el sharmuta, drill slide across the street, Hada el summer biddo damm, blood pumping to the beat. Kolhom kalab chasing paper while we bring authentic heat, Rukhas w harami, step aside, you choke on your defeat. Sikkina bil daftari, spitting venom on the mic, Enta khara, nothing bitch, we strike like lightning strike. Fuck your fake-ass crew, we rep the real summer Vibes, Shakhsiya qawiya, we survive among the killer Vibes. [Verse 1 – Part 2: Rap – Hindi – Call-and-Response Group Vocals] Madarchod bhatke yahan, rap flow spit kare aag, Kaan khol ke sun le gandu, bagh yahan se bagh. Sadak pe nanga naach, hum chillayein bina dar, Chutiya awaam dekhe phat gaya inka sar. Har kutta bhonke idhar, hum toh todte hain mic, Bhenchod back off, this is pure dynamic strike. Old school rap ka jalwa, feel the gutter Vibes, Dilli se leke London, we run these street Vibes. [Hook – English & Hindi – Trap – Layered Ensemble Harmonies] Fuck that petty bullshit, we just live for raw Vibes, Trap bass blowing speakers, scream out wild Vibes. Chutiye jalte hain jab aate hain yeh Vibes, Middle fingers up high, chasing heavy summer Vibes. Stacking up the dirty cash, soaking in the Vibes, Gutter-mouth shit talking, drowning in the Vibes. Bhenchod party never stops with these sick Vibes, Nobody can fuck around with our golden Vibes. [Verse 2 – Part 1: R&B – Urdu – Female Lead] Smooth R&B ka nasha, par zubaan hamari gandi, Haramzade aashiqon ki band bajayi poori dandi. Kameenay tere waade the sab jhooth aur bakwaas, Teri aukaat nahi thi jo tu aana chahe paas. Bitch step back, my sexy voice still cuts you deep, Bewaqoof kuttay cry alone before you go to sleep. Old school summer velvet brings the sultry killer Vibes, R&B rhythm drips with wicked, heartless Vibes. [Verse 2 – Part 2: Bhangra – Hindi – Male Lead] Dhol vajda road te, bhenchod nacho saare yaar, Kaan faad desi dholak, bhadwon pe chadhi khaar. Gandu saare side hato, aayi mardon ki toli, Seene pe daag denge seedhi aag wali goli. Oye chak de phatte, beat drops sick and loud, Shit gets bloody crazy moving through the drunken crowd. Bhangra rhythm shakes the floor with thunderous summer Vibes, Balle balle motherfuckers, soak in Punjabi Vibes. [Hook – English & Hindi – Trap – Layered Ensemble Harmonies] Fuck that petty bullshit, we just live for raw Vibes, Trap bass blowing speakers, scream out wild Vibes. Chutiye jalte hain jab aate hain yeh Vibes, Middle fingers up high, chasing heavy summer Vibes. Stacking up the dirty cash, soaking in the Vibes, Gutter-mouth shit talking, drowning in the Vibes. Bhenchod party never stops with these sick Vibes, Nobody can fuck around with our golden Vibes. [Bridge – Urdu & English – Drum & Bass – Spoken Delivery] Drum & Bass pacing fast, dil dhadke be-hisaab, Haramkhor duniya saari, sabka chheena khwaab. One-seventy BPM, breakneck fucking speed, Randi rona band karo, pure adrenaline we bleed. Nasha chadhe sar pe, tear the club apart tonight, Kutton ki tarah bhago, vanishing into the night. Fast breakbeats pumping out the darkest summer Vibes, Drum & Bass velocity demands the wildest Vibes. [Verse 3 – Part 1: Pop – Arabic – Female Lead] Yalla ya habibi, don't piss me off today, Pop synth glowing bright while filthy haters decay. Sharmuta crying loud because we steal the fucking show, Inta zibil, useless trash, pack your shit and go. Dancing on the tables, catch this summer pop groove, Pop perfection hitting hard to make the filthy crowd move. [Verse 3 – Part 2: Afrobeats – English & Hindi – Contrasting Character Voice] Afrobeats groove swinging, log waist whine slow, Kamina dost bole chal, let the good liquor flow. Madarchod heat rising right beneath the summer sun, Shaking sweaty asses till the wicked night is done. Bounce to the African percussion, pure island heat, Vibes everywhere we go, stomping up the filthy street. [Hook – English & Hindi – All-Style Blend – Layered Ensemble Harmonies] Fuck that petty bullshit, we just live for raw Vibes, Trap bass blowing speakers, scream out wild Vibes. Chutiye jalte hain jab aate hain yeh Vibes, Middle fingers up high, chasing heavy summer Vibes. Stacking up the dirty cash, soaking in the Vibes, Gutter-mouth shit talking, drowning in the Vibes. Bhenchod party never stops with these sick Vibes, Nobody can fuck around with our golden Vibes. [Hook – English & Hindi – All-Style Blend – Layered Ensemble Harmonies] Fuck that petty bullshit, we just live f