BRING US UP | ZAIN IRFAN FT. ABDULLAH HAMEED

Song: Bring Us Up Artists: Zain Irfan ft. Abdullah Hameed Guitars: Asad Hayat Composer: Ziboy Zahid Dancers: Zahid, Arsalan & Rehan Produced by: M.Asad Hayat's Productions Directed by: Zahid & Arsalan Filmed by: Danish Yaseen Post: Zain & Zahid Zain Irfan: fb.com/ZainIrfanOfficial Abdullah Hameed: fb.com/AbeeHameed25 Asad Hayat: fb.com/masadhayatsproductions Ziboy Zahid: fb.com/ZiboyZahid INTRO Ok, so this track here goes out to all the higher ups dedicated from all the little underground performers, well, atleast from me, I'll polietly ask u richees to BRING US UP! Enough will the bullshit, we deserve some space too! Come on, We'll make u proud, I promise, but, till then, the hate goes on... VERSE Here I start up with my life but soon authority's granted then I find people talking deep shit about me feels like being reprimanded and abhorrent is the stuff with which I had been getting rewarded but flared up still I stand whether it's I'm who you tend to abolish then They keep asking me how I keep up to keeping up a straight kept face-it's part of the game as I'm raised up hard with shooting out far like I'm Jason from behind the back, eyes closed, (tracks racked), I'll give you my bars embrace em n all the bars that i hv raised are starting to make me sound graced and amazing We killing it, knock knocking em, filling shit not stoppin sticking it in but not stocking, flipping em in but not floping not the first to cover for startings, and by now haters would be down jocking cause we lyrically lit, spiritually fit/(we spit), harshness as sparkles, won't back on bit of sparkings. CHORUS Andhera hai chaaya, hame hain ku roka, ye raste hain khoey, na manzilo ko paaya. VERSE As I go in SuperNova, gonna hover , over em blowers thinkin' I'm a show off Showing my show cause I'm a lyrical explorer, let me get known, n I'll see u in my own verse Bring up a gift or a claim against me, upwrap it n take it out to show us So that i can put my heavy metal weapon into ur soul breaking out ur soldiers As I pack in a mac in the back of my bag with a track for em battle n crackin the whack cause they acting like Jacking the dad of the pack till i smash em n drag em , I'm strong with the facts for the fatass looking all up for a moment to stab my spit to look tough, grab a shovel to back in ur shit to the truck, as i'm dope n I'm blast-in tricks to the front, I'm lovin it cz u hope of seeing my written spit as ambigious but shit u just want em beats and skirts (as) u'hv hooked on us with this or worse, it's dope prof, slut Call me hideous (but) i deserve some trust for the words i burst for the hits i curse i kick n I'm kurt, heck u desperse....hell ur ridiculous. CHORUS Savera hai phir hona, Hame bhi hai ab uthna, raasto ko ab hai bana na, hai manzilo ko paana. VERSE People had been underestimating, absurds even baiting n I don't feel like hesitating from the pain-n I Just observe waiting until I take-em in the days-inn, deep bake-em in different ways-n beef em with grief n call em perfectly done steak grilled. So, Call me Zealous Admant, Iterative or a Nostalgic-prick or describe me in any event, something that a bit of more tragetic look at the pride n evil smile, cri-ti-cism got us crashing in see people are now in bit of conditions, maybe Live CS is more strategic SOLO CHORUS Andhera hai chaaya, hame hain ku roka, ye raste hain khoey, na manzilo ko paaya. (Bring Us Up)