Prashun Feat. Jana Barros and Pratik
Hurt You
Written by Prashun, Pratik & Jana Barros
Produced by Shubhankar
Original Song
Produced by Scott Storch
Performed by Busta Rhymes and Eminem
Jana Barros (verse 1)
You know, then everyone crave my flow, from here to Parnu, respected get arrested
Flippin’ this Busta shit regarded, cause now my respect is not for free
Oh now what's up with who, oh boo hoo, I said what I said
I fit, then refit, smoke the refeer, smoke the ganja poperee
Dick i blow, only one, fuckit (that can ever come)
Ill mentally, my refill, real supreme suh-suh-suh-skill
Give me some, i reinvent, you g-g-gonna get
My m-m-m-made b-b-b-bitches shift, precisely, re-choir-ing this
From Prashun to you, seems like yuh fin tuh, come close
Whose words yuh fin tuh, butt fuck, syllable, authentic, my respect dude
Hallucagenic, origin, my doubt creeps inside of my pen, and they mouths shut
I still cut, widAY, mixtape rap preview
See i feel yuh, high on, spice-son, spies is splicing your sing-a long song man
(whatever record you) retard
Were talking about got you this far
Go nicki on this with, big dicks like you un fit
If you hear this hightech, kinda serious, ev-er-y- one heard me swear
Pratik (verse 2)
I'm an Eminem fan, I follow Li’l Wayne, Jay Z, 2pac and beguiled by 50 cent too
But listen to me, senior! I might be a follower but originality is in my blood as a virtue
So don’t give me no shit, ‘cause I take no shit, and if you cross your line Ill pen you in my darklist
And when I start scribbling, I can degenerate you, burn you knock you down, or make you a brand new you
See rap has the potency to pull you in, make you believe, make you psyched, make you fierce, make you weak and make you strong
Make you mad, make you sad, make you haul, make you follow, make you lead, make you bleed, make you king, make you pawn
See not your aptitude, will determine your altitude, but it’s our attitude, doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong
So when you feel how you feel, and don’t want to feel what you feel, the best drug is to plug in a rap song
Chorus (Prashun. Pratik, Shubhankar):
Here and now, with your dreams realized, would you still go ahead and choose more time to do
So don’t fall when it’s time to arise, no one else can heal your wounds, you are on your own but with me if you ever screw .
I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you!
Prashun (verse 3):
Listen to me, my friend. I'm not gonna repeat again
You better try to understand. Try not to get confused
Mimicking Eminem or dissing like 50 cent
Will never get you anything. You will never make it through
Start from the beginning and spit it all right till the end
And mix it up with sickening beats and some bass too
Lyrics! Yeah, it's a thing. Without, in it, there is no game
Try fancying but you won't win. We all know that it's true
Get into the groove and set a mood to let a two by two
Or four by four a move by you and make it all your own
Beg you not to screw my better tune I set for you by June
In the year two-oh-one-two, so that you get better known
Admit it that you cannot fit a single syllable in beat
Until you got your stomach sick. You find yourself alone
That is it. You’re mad and it can get yourself paralytic
Your flow sucks. It’s your bad and this ‘cause of the path you chose
(Pratik)
Now rap is a thing which is not a thing for all, //fuck rock fuck trance and jazz fuck you too
Out of a million heads, ul see a small bunch of made men , //and that bunch is the punch of rappers knocking your head through
See its like when you go the park, you see a zillion monkeys, // and donkeys and birds but real beasts are few
So when you hear me roaring through my guts, you better beware, //cz ill penetrate your skin, brain, heart and your soul will skew
(Prashun)
Who you gotta be, you ought to feel it rather deep and start to
Sing along the beat and by the way, it's not too hard
Do you wanna kill the drama been so long and feels like karma
Going all wrong till the time I lay down all my cards
By letting all the toxin out your body. That's enough
And everybody start to cough and spit it like some old retards
But nothing's gonna stop me till I conquer the impossible
The longer we think on this one, we'll end back to the start
Chorus(Prashun, Pratik, Shubahnkar):
Here and now, with your dreams realized, would you still go ahead and choose more time to do
So dont fall when its time to arise, no one else can heal your wounds, you are on your own but with me if you ever screw .
I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you!
