Zayn Malik

Shoutout to ma Ambala fam, diabetes fam, yeah

Oy, even hipsters ain't safe

You gotta be careful what part of your face's shaved

They say why is Rizy chattin' about race

Why he breathin' bout air just like Hari K. say

My flow like a pony tail, so when I spit on a skinhead he becomes a Hare Krishna

Keep up with your feet or get them blisters

Like you're on the Tawaf by the Kaaba, that's the mission

Yo, call the feds, call the papers, my youth's gone missing

He's gone Iraq, he gone to Syria, he didn't listen

You got your mom in tears in Sajda Quran kissing

The politicians at the mic all bayaan giving

I pray for my nephew, I pray you're not antagonized by all the hating and news and the shit they sanitize

Look Zayn Malik's got more than eighty virgins on him

There's more than one direction to get to paradise

I'm in the galaxy far away

Rizy take his hand, usually write just one bar a day

Fresh back on the boat, I'm like the brown Marcus Garvey

Chat to Persian girls like Cafe

Lickory, I'm like hickory dickory, got them gyals on my brown stick like it's licorice

Yo, yo, yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, hello, hello, hello, hello, no, no, no, no

Yo, I'm bumpin' Andre: hey ya, hey ya

Now I'm bumpin' chal chaaya chaaya they thuga thuga thuga thaaya thaaya

Now I'm bumpin' Hema: now playa playa

I am a beautiful hawk, I have big wings

I want a big house, I want big rings

I am an idiot, I want big things

Akbar Jahangir, I like big kings

I do my thing, they want to make me a prisoner

You out of place like a brown Hare Krishna

Shouts out my sister, I miss her

Shouts out your sister, I kiss her

I am a radiator, I am a toaster, I am a college dorm room poster

I am a cool guy, I'm good at rapping, get on the beat, murk it and then ask what happened