Peelo Lyrics - Bread & Barrels Of Water - Outlandish

[Chorus] 

Peelo 

Gutter ka pani peelo 

Kabhi na kabhi to peelo 

Me hoon hero tu hai zero 

[Rapverse1 (Waqas)] 

Don't even go there kid you know I'm out of your damn reach 

Your talk is cheap at least I practice what I teach 

And when all systems fail you return to the beats 

But got nothing to say, the chosen one for defeat 

And I spot you in the crowd while I flash in the spotlight 

How you wish you could be more like me and bust over beats tight 

And reach out to these kids 'cause when I speak you know they listen 

I paid the king a visit now he delivers pizza in prison 

You said I was bizarre don't watch stars mob floors 

You see I was hardcore if you gave me less I made it more 

But fuck that one love baby let's hit for that cheddar 

Basically we the same I just make it look better 

[Chorus] 

[Rapverse2 (Lenny)] 

Toma del arroyo de los celos, perros 

Te lo digo en la lengua de mi amigo, peelo 

Te duele toda rima que yo escribo, y sigo 

Siendo en estos montes yo el mero, mero 

Hijo de la gran p*** 

Un momento, respeto a la madre tuya 

Porque eres tu quien es la puta 

Pobrecito toma mi rima y mis contratos 

Quieres estar en mis zapatos 

En la supuesta rampa de la fama 

No vendas la carne antes mata la vaca 

No estas listo nino 

Para una guerra verbal 

Es a mi al que siempre te van a comparar 

[Translation:] 

Drink of the rivulet of jealousy, dogs 

Now I'll say it in his native tongue, peelo 

You hurting by every single rhyme I write, and I keep 

Been in this countryside the fucking one 

Son of a b**** 

Hold it!! Respect to your mama 

Coz it is you who's the bitch 

Poor little thing, here you have my rhyme and my contracts 

You want to be in my shoes 

In the so-called spotlight 

You know you can't sell the meat before killing the cow 

You ain't ready kid 

To a verbal war 

It will always be me who you gonna be compare to 

[Chorus] 

[Rapverse3 (Isam)] 

You claim that I'm a mammas boy 

'cause I don't smoke or drink alcohol 

She claims that I'm criminal like last weeks thief at the mall 

Some say I don't sound like hip hop suppose to sound 

Ain't got no L.A, N.Y, Dirty South type of sound 

That's what I'm trying say 

I was born and raised here 

Let the Source Magazine cross the sea and represent here 

Tell them how we felt the day Pac got shot 

While they were screaming pour some liquor 

We prayed all night in the mosque 

Tell them how best "pop of the year" is "rap of the year" 

Fuck being nominated 6 times give me "rock the year" 

Ask Jay-B, he'll tell ya, no stormy weather 

Not even the ugliest typhoon could ruin this set up 

I was laughing, TZZZ!!! All the way to the bank 

Changed the whole game based on a pop album prank 

Hell next year for the fun of it 

We do it again, again and again 

2000 and 3, 4, 10