Sun re duniya, CG se awaaz aayi,
Gali-gali struggle, par soch hamesha bhai.
Na shortcut chahiye, na fake wali hype,
Apne dum pe khade, that’s CG type.
Sun re duniya, CG se awaaz aayi,
Mitti se uthe, par nazar aasman bhai.
Jo bhi bole peeche, unko bol bye-bye,
Apna time aayega, likh ke le bhai.
Chhattisgarh ka launda, seedha dil se rap,
Na English ka gyaan, par sach ka hai map.
Gali ke kone se mic tak ka safar,
Kal tak koi nahi, aaj sabko khabar.
Cycle pe sapne, jeb mein nahi cash,
Par bhookh thi badi, isliye kiya clash.
Log bole “chhod de, ismein kuch nahi,”
Par maa ke chehre ne bola “tu hi sahi.”
Na label ka phone, na setting ka game,
Bas kalam aur dard, wahi mera flame.
Jo hasta tha kal tak, aaj sunta hai gaana,
Time ka ye rule hai, sabko hai maana.
Sun re duniya, CG se awaaz aayi…
Yahan talent hai raw, par scene hai slow,
Fir bhi hum chale aage, steady, no show.
Na Mumbai ka road, na Dilli ka fame,
Par CG ke launde bhi kam nahi same.
Apni boli, apni mitti, apna swag,
Na copy-paste flow, na borrowed tag.
Jo bole “tu local,” haan local hi sahi,
Par local hi kal global banega bhai.
Dost kam asli, baaki sab crowd,
Mushkil mein jo saath, wahi family proud.
Na nasha, na gundagardi ka flex,
Bas mehnat ka nasha, success ka next.
Raat-raat bhar likha, aansu gire page pe,
Sapna bada tha, isliye neend kam stage pe.
Aaj bhi wahi hoon, bas soch thodi badi,
Kal jo tha majboori, aaj wahi zidd bani.
Jo bole “tu kaun?” bol CG ka naam,
Underground king, bina taaj bina daam.
Na beef chahiye, na faltu ka shot,
Par limit cross ki, toh seedha headshot.
Apni kahani likhi, kisi aur ka nahi,
Isliye dard asli, isliye feel sahi.
Mic mera hathiyaar, sach mera shield,
Fake log jalte, jab real ko milti yield.
CG se nikla rap, ye sirf shuruaat hai,
Jo samjha nahi abhi, uske liye baat hai.
Independent soch, independent raah,
Mukesh wala vibe, par CG ki chaap.