Hello good morning Ladies and gentleman and children of all ages.
Please welcome, from Mumbai, India - Citimall!
Introducing Midnght Swami, A$AP ALLAH, Don Cody, Mad Prophit, Soham, Skinny Moses, CA Johnny Jain, and me The Stage
Ek ek track par mein ata aur kano ko sunata shabdo ka takat (Haan)
Aur kaunsa bantai he woh jo lata har ek beat par flow jo lagta hai ghaatak (Brrrr)
Citimall sirf banate hai banger kya laga kaise pahuche hai hum yaha tak
Faltu log nikle pehli fursat mein, Hindustani mein Bhau jaise Vikas Fatak
Aanke khol, samne hai saath commander
Raat mein hamla karne wale chamkadar
Rap game ka Vader, hahakar machakar
Inn bacchho ko bolunga I am your father
Swami hai naam mera sunke tu dar
Shots pauche mere direct to the sar
Rap game chhod Bantai sambhal apna ghar
Beechme aakar track ka maine kiya murder
Spit fire like an arsonist, so I'm lit
And if you think I'm narcissistic, I kid
Rhymes sophisticated, dissect
Yeah I got a-ce-ne, inspect
Unmoderated, just graduated
Held back, now I'm emancipated
Delivery weak but I compensate it
With bars on bars keep it saturated
The people that I idolised made me pray to idols
My dad, grandma, rabbi made me read the Bible
Mexico released and now I'm feeling like the narcos
Hit y'all with these Esco-BARs, feeling like I'm Pablo
Had a bar-mitzvah, yamaka, celebrate Hanukkah
Since I was circumcised, never believed in God
Hardened like metapod, pardon my metaphors
I've Spitting BARS ever since my BAR-mitzvah
Surrounded by foul lines
My thoughts hold me back up as I skip past these land mines
Something you can't crime
My pillages fuck up a village up real fine
Dark souled like that Henny
Fast man Obafemi
Serve it up Denny's, I break out the Patek
Fuck a stick shift, go automatic (Skrr Skrr)
Motivated I be movin' like a motherfuckin' spear
Passing over haters while I enter god tier
Finishin' the mission, stuck inside a prism
Splitting up light like I'm Melo not Near
Break it up, spread it out
Calling up bitches don't bring up a doubt
Six foot catch call it a trout
Passin' out hickeys, call me a girl scout
Now I be
Punching suckers
Pretty fuckers
Out the lockdown
See sunshine become Stevie Wonder
Your side hoes want me under
Rhymes like thunder
Raining hundos thank god I bought a raincoat
Call my clique with the gat we're getting payloads
For the love of art not for the bling pesos
Citimall are amateur don't let em say so
Prophit make em buck back to the real world, ay
Musical genius come up like Camden
Flow so precise nothing more to examine
Fucking em barren and causing a famine
Cooking up curry like I'm a Sri Lankan
Mopped off the floor like you're phytoplankton
Armed up with barrels on barrels on barrels
Alcoholic, I'm consuming the gallons
Run up the field when I enter the madam