Dholfire Anthem

(dhol,

808,

strings) Female rapper:

Mumbai.

Beat pe. Sun.

Name on the flyer,

face in the light They want the hook,

I brought the fight Hindi in my mouth,

English on the blade I don’t borrow heat,

I bring my own flame Dhol in the chest,

afro in the sway

808 under every word I say You talk slick,

I talk seedha, no chase Main hoon yahan,

you just taking up space City don’t sleep,

neither do I Sweat on the gold,

smoke in the sky If you came to test,

stand on the line I don’t fold pretty.

I don’t rewind.

Sherni, sherni, mat ruk Beat pe,

beat pe, bol abhi sun Aag hai,

aag hai, naam hai mera Duniya dekhe,

main nahin darr Sherni,

step, don’t stall Afro in the waist,

Bollywood in the call Rukna nahi,

rukna nahi This is my night,

this is my city

They liked me quiet,

I liked me loud Stage too small,

I still took the crowd Saree in the photo,

boots on the floor Pretty’s a tool,

it ain’t the core

You want a chorus,

I want the throne Hindi cutting through a Western tone Strings go

high, drums go low

I say it once,

I don’t say it slow

Meri baat, meri raat,

meri beat If you miss the pocket,

stay in your seat No soft landing,

no second take

I came to bite,

not to decorate.

Aaj raat, no mercy in the kick Dil thokta,

that’s the Bollywood in it

Afro roll, then the snare come back I don’t share the mic,

I don’t share the track Sun lo.

Sun lo.

Phir se.

Phir se. Sherni in the building.

Clear it.

Sherni, sherni,

mat ruk Beat pe,

beat pe, bol abhi sun Aag hai,

aag hai, naam hai mera Duniya dekhe,

main nahin darr Rukna nahi

Main hoon

Sherni

(dhol and 808)

Sherni…