El Rey de Cuatro

(Toronto se nikla... Mumbai se guzra...

Abu Dhabi mein tikka...

Aur Mexico mein... raj karta hoon.) (Me llamo El Rey...

Pero meri maa mujhe kehti thi...

'Beta, tu toh raja hai.')

{low piano, desert wind,

static}

Brampton di galli, sadi pehli university,

Dad di taxi ch,

main sikheya cruelty. Punjabi munda,

par dil vich thanda,

Jehde sochde main soft,

ohna di zubaan banda.

Scarborough toh Rexdale, main janda si har nook,

Ohna dinan ch main sikheya,

kehde bande ne hook.

Mere chacha ne ditti si,

pehli .38,

Kehnda 'rakh yaad, jadon waqt aave,

taan dikh fateh.' Canadian passport,

par dil Punjab da,

Ohna nu

pata nai si, main keda kaum da.

Hun jadon main step kar da,

RCMP vi notice, Kehnde 'oh banda legal,

par usdi life suspicious.' Mumbai airport,

24 hour layover, Wapas aaya apne pind,

jihde vich main rover.

Dadar station, local train di bheed,

Mainu laggeya si, meri zameen,

meri deed. Bandra vich meeting,

koi nai jaanda naam,

Bas kehnde 'oh banda aaya,

Canada toh, bada kaam.' Marine Lines te walk,

samundar de kol,

Mainu laggeya si, meri duniya,

meri control. Ohna dinan ch deal bani,

Mumbai toh Dubai, Kehnde 'tu young ae,

par tera vision bada high.' Main hass ke keha,

'main taan bas shuruat kar raha,

Jehda mere naal judda,

ohda kal bann raha.' El Rey!

El Rey! El Rey de Cuatro!

Toronto, Bombay, Abu Dhabi,

Mexico! El Rey! El Rey!

El Rey de Cuatro!

Koi nai mera muqabla,

koi nai mera dushman jo!

Dollar, dirham, peso, rupee,

Mere account ch bas numbers ne.

Jehde sochde main khatam,

Ohna nu pata nai,

main shuru hoya ne!

{brass hits}

Desert vich aaya, 45 degree heat,

Sheikh ne personally aake,

kiteya si greet. Gold-plated Glock,

gift vich ditti,

Kehnda 'tu sadda mehmaan,

tu sadda

city.' Burj Khalifa

de

neeche, deal sign hoi,

Billions di baat, par koi paper nai hoi.

Mere yaar ne keha,

'tu pagal hai, proof nai,' Main keha 'meri zubaan,

meri dastakhat, bas yahi nai.' Yas Island te party,

par main nai peeta,

Mere dimaag ch bas plan,

kivein aage jeeta.

Kehnde 'tu Sikh hai,

tu nai peenda,' Main keha 'meri clarity,

meri sab toh waddi cheez peenda.'

Sinaloa de khetan ch,

main aake bas gaya,

Jehde cartel ch rehnde,

ohna nu main dass gaya.

Me llamo El Rey,

par mera asli naam alag,

Jehde puche mera past,

ohna da future barbaad.

Culiacán de gallian ch,

main janda nange pair,

Par mere naal hamesha,

do bande Glock te tyaar.

Guadalajara te Mazatlán, dono jagah mera naa,

DEA vi jaandi ae,

par koi nai fadh sakda paa.

Mere ghar ch tequila,

par main nai chakda,

Mere ghar ch gold,

par main nai rakhda.

Main rakhda bas ek cheez — meri word,

Jehda mera word toh peeche hatte,

ohda hisaab turd.

(Piano fades. Desert wind returns.

Single gun cock. Silence.)

{gunshot, silence}