Critics Lyrics Translation – Baawe Era | Ab 17 | Seedhe Maut

Ab 17 and Seedhe Maut lead the track ‘CRITICS’ from the album BAAWE ERA. Abhijay Negi, Ankit Bhandari, and Siddhant Sharma write the lyrics, while they and Hurricane compose the music. The track delivers a sharp critique of critics.

Critics Lyrics Translation - Baawe Era | Ab 17 | Seedhe Maut
Released: October 24, 2025

CRITICS

Ab 17 | Seedhe Maut • From “BAAWE ERA”

Lyricist
Abhijay Negi, Ankit Bhandari, Siddhant Sharma
Composer
Abhijay Negi, Ankit Bhandari, Siddhant Sharma, Hurricane

What is the meaning of CRITICS Lyrics from BAAWE ERA?

The songwriters address critics with direct lines. They ask, ‘Silence calls my name, what’s that feeling?’ They mention an iPhone shiesty and a camera starting fire, showing the invasion of privacy.

Time for time vo kare bleedTime after time they’re bleeding,
Dvaa ki kami mera rog poorana meanLack of medicine, my old illness is mean,
I Phone shiesty gaane banre well i mean itiPhone shiesty, making songs, well I mean it,
Silence naam pookare mera whats that feelingSilence calls my name, what’s that feeling?
Kabhi naam batare h galat mera mujhe pade kyu farak criticsSometimes they get my name wrong, why should I care about critics?
Kabhi maa mar rhi h reddit pe bundo ki saare din critics criticsSometimes these punks’ moms are dying on Reddit, all day critics, critics,
CRITICS CRITICSCRITICS, CRITICS,
Vo flaton mai rehne wala kehra menaceThat guy living in flats is calling me a menace.
CRITICS CRITICSCRITICS, CRITICS,
Buss gaano mai dena chahra thodi detailJust want to give some detail in the songs,
Khichaav h banana prr gaano ki leakageNeed to create a pull, but the songs are leaking,
Hop karu pehle naa gaano mai delayI jump in first, no delay in the songs.
Hop karu pehle naa bundon ki feelingI jump in first, no feeling for these punks,
Camera on kare firing im villanCamera’s on, starting the fire, I’m the villain,
Milaavat h samaan mai main kru buss scene alright its criticsThere’s stuff mixed in the supply, I just run the scene, alright, it’s critics,
Sambhalu mai kisse vo kare na feel alright lessgetitWho should I handle? They don’t feel it, alright, let’s get it.
Subah dekhe baawe toh pehle se theekSaw them in the morning, brother, they were better than before,
Theekane ka naam mut lo feeling h vohiDon’t mention the hideout, the feeling’s the same,
Calling my demon vo demon h freakCalling my demon, that demon’s a freak,
Thodi mohobbat h usse prr b#tchGot a little love for her, but b#tch.
KhuuKhuu,
Khoobi poorani h baaki sab theekThe old talent remains, everything else is fine,
Stamina baaki toh kare vo dealStamina’s left, so they’re making deals,
Mere seene mai likhi hui gaane ki feelThe vibe of the song is written in my chest.
Cinema chalra aakhaon mai mere mai dekhunga usse buss bigCinema’s playing in my eyes, I’ll only see it big,
Jaise bhen bhgaara hu gahr se bundo ki kare vo mujhe yuu treatLike I’m running away with their sisters, that’s how these punks treat me,
I love my money buss lago littI love my money, just stay lit,
Thodi si rahat de baawe i m inGive me a little relief, brother, I’m in.
Mulaakat adhuri deewaro ke binThe meeting’s incomplete without walls,
Cup mera colorful karu na flinchMy cup’s colorful, I don’t flinch,
Sath mere OG aut bhavi aut trimOGs are with me, along with the future and the trim,
Time for time vo kare bleedTime after time they’re bleeding.
Dvaa ki kami mera rog poorana meanLack of medicine, my old illness is mean,
I Phone shiesty gaane banre well i mean itiPhone shiesty, making songs, well I mean it,
Silence naam pookare mera whats that feelingSilence calls my name, what’s that feeling?
Kabhi naam batare h galat mera mujhe pade kyu farak criticsSometimes they get my name wrong, why should I care about critics?
Kabhi maa mar rhi h reddit pe bundo ki saare din critics criticsSometimes these punks’ moms are dying on Reddit, all day critics, critics.
Fk the criticsF#ck the critics,
Ye hai submissive i admitt itThey’re submissive, I admit it.
Ye hai jh#antu i get itThese guys are pathetic, I get it
Aadhe bot se i bet itHalf of ’em act like bots, I bet it
Aadhe jobless on redditHalf are jobless on Reddit
Embedded hai hater im fedupHatred’s embedded in them, I’m fed up
Ye snitch bande geedad they literally FED-upThese snitching cowards are literally FED-up
Ye jeere heinz-sight me they cannot ketchupThey’re living in hindsight, they can’t catch up
Hum nahi hai for masses we here to mess upWe aren’t for the masses, we’re here to mess things up
Bande lage bina mujhse baat kyu kilasWhy do these guys get so annoyed without even talking to me
CM2 se haigi mere haath me chivasI’ve had Chivas in my hand since CM2
Ch#tiyo ke saath hai khada if you aint with usYou’re standing with idiots if you aren’t with us
Kilas ni beta use kehete hai jealousIt’s not just annoyance, kid, it’s called being jealous
CriticsCritics
Ye Silencer kalam pe silent kare saare criticsThis silencer on my pen shuts up all the critics
I’m winning I did it aur half These bitches don’t get it abhi tak im fed upI’m winning, I did it, and half these people don’t get it yet, I’m fed up
inn beato ka peetu to leak hoti paymentWhen I crush these beats, the payments start leaking out
Yakeenan yakeen haiI’m certain, I’m sure
Inn Cheetoh se seekho kuch jeetoge jeevan me yakeen hai yakeen haiLearn something from these winners, you’ll win in life, I’m certain, I’m certain
Band hoke peeche deewaro ke keyboard pe likho to theek hai to theek haiIt’s fine if you’re writing on a keyboard locked behind walls
Par kandhe pe katta wo rakhe kisike jo ander se b#tch haiBut he’s a coward inside, holding a gun to someone else’s shoulder
Jab chucho pe soraha hu to farak ni padhe koi bole kya chahiye ni opinionWhen I’m resting easy, I don’t care what anyone says, I don’t need an opinion
Paiso pe bikte opinions tabhi sab l#nn pe baje mere criticsOpinions are sold for money, that’s why all my critics can buzz off
Time for time vo kare bleedThey bleed time for time
Dvaa ki kami mera rog poorana meanLack of medicine, my old sickness is mean
I Phone shiesty gaane banre well i mean itMaking songs on an iPhone, masked up, well I mean it
Silence naam pookare mera whats that feelingSilence calls my name, what’s that feeling?
Kabhi naam batare h galat mera mujhe pade kyu farak criticsSometimes they get my name wrong, why should I care about critics
Kabhi maa mar rhi h reddit pe bundo ki saare din critics criticsSometimes these fools are just seeking attention on Reddit all day, critics, critics

CRITICS Music Video

The artists deliver a sharp performance. The track is intense, and the translation of ‘CRITICS’ lyrics describes the artists’ disregard for critics.