Raftaar’s “Real Shit,” featuring Karma, appears on the album Hard Drive Vol 2. The track, with lyrics by Raftaar and composition by Sez On The Beat, opens by positioning Raftaar as an “old school” artist observing the “new school.” He immediately establishes a tone of critical evaluation.
Released: November 16, 2024
Real Shit
Karma | Raftaar • From “Hard Drive Vol 2”
Hard Drive Vol 2’s Real Shit Lyrics Translation
The verses question the authenticity of other artists, pointing out their borrowed culture and weak writing. Raftaar targets what he sees as manufactured personas, claiming they have “a lot of acts, but no facts.” He contrasts this by admitting his own flaws but states he never compromised his music.
Ye Hai New School Main XxxThis is the new school, and I’m here to wreck it
Sez On The Beat BoySez on the beat, boy
Aur Tera Bhai Old School RaftaarAnd your bro is old school Raftaar
Putting In The WorkPutting in the work
Kicking Up The DirtKicking up the dirt
Feelings Karun HurtI hurt feelings
Kabhi Swerve Kabhi SkrrttSometimes I swerve, sometimes I skrrtt
Uzi Karti Hai RevertThe Uzi replies back
Prrrraahh Red AlertPrrrraahh, red alert
Karun Cripple Gira BloodI cripple them, blood spills
Now I Need A Navi ShirtNow I need a Navi shirt
Brodie Kuch Bhi Keh Do FancyBro, call it whatever fancy name you want
Yahan Na Koi Gang CheezThere’s no gang stuff here
Sabhi Rapron Ki FamilyIt’s all one big family of rappers
Yahan 90 Percent PanzisBut 90 percent here are softies
Ye Launde Karte Hain KainchiThese boys are always running their mouths
Embarrassed Inki Behan JiTheir own sisters are embarrassed of them
Mutthi Se Cheeno GanjaSnatch the weed from their fists
Aur Bhejo Banaras Ganges YoooAnd send them to the ‘Ganges’ in ‘Banaras’, yo
My Homies Killas GorillasMy homies are killers, gorillas
Thick Baby Lagti GlorillaA thick girl looking like GloRilla
Foreign Mein Ghoome ForeignersRoaming with foreigners in foreign lands
I’M Like YoooI’m like, yo
Garmi Mein Mota ChinchillaWearing a thick chinchilla coat in the heat
Chhota Antilia Sa VillaA villa like a small ‘Antilia’
Gaadi Na Poora KaafilaNot just a car, a whole convoy
Abey Bahut Hain Acts But Facts NahinHey, they have a lot of acts, but no facts
Kabhi Number Se Milta Kyun Tax NahinWhy doesn’t their tax match their numbers?
Inke Brackets Mein Bante Hain Racks NahinThey aren’t making racks in their tax brackets
Inka Credit Bhi Hota Hai Max NahinAnd their credit doesn’t max out either
Ye Toh Bholi Hai Duniya Jo Behak GayiIt’s just an innocent world that got led astray
N Words Par Gang Mein Blacks NahinUsing N-words, but there are no Black people in their gang
Inki Boli Mein Koi Syntax NahinThere’s no syntax in their speech
Fugazi Scam Ye Cactus Jack NahinIt’s a fugazi scam, not Cactus Jack
Ye Toh Lifestyle Hai BroThis is a lifestyle, bro
I Be Dripping New ReligionI be dripping New Religion
Aur Dior Ka GaloreAnd Dior galore
Tu Kyun Hostile Hai BroWhy are you so hostile, bro?
Ye Toh Good Life Hai BroThis is the good life, bro
Jo Tu Sum Up Kare Comeup MeraIf you sum up my come-up
Kyun Na Karun ShowWhy shouldn’t I show it off?
Main Aaya Hood Life Se BroI came from the hood life, bro
Hmmm Baat Theek Baat CheetHmmm, okay, let’s talk straight
Kaalo Wali Kyun ReWhy the gangster persona?
Teri Baby Ki Fitrat BhiAnd your girl’s nature
Chaabi Taale Wali KyunWhy’s it so manipulative?
Garmi Mein Jacket DaaliWearing a jacket in the heat
Usme Bhi Manali Wali BooAnd it stinks of ‘Manali’ weed
Be Teri Shakal SooratHey, your face
Mere Future Saalon Wali KyunWhy does it look like my future years?
It’S That Real Shit Abey Nahin HaiHey, that’s not the real stuff
Bitch Am The Only OneLook, I’m the only one
Tere Jaise Kai Hain BehnchdThere are many like you, you punk
Why You Hating Ye Bhi Sahi HaiIt’s fine that you’re hating
Seedhi Hindi Mein Gaali DeCurse me out in plain Hindi
Yahi Toh Mujhe Chahiye Tu Yahi HaiThat’s what I want, that’s who you are
Real Shit Abey Nahin HaiHey, that’s not the real stuff
Bitch Am The Only OneLook, I’m the only one
Tere Jaise Kai Hain BehnchdThere are many like you, you punk
Why You Hating Ye Bhi Sahi HaiIt’s fine that you’re hating
Seedhi Hindi Mein Gaali DeCurse me out in plain Hindi
Yahi Toh Mujhe Chahiye Tu Yahi HaiThat’s what I want, that’s who you are
Kabhi Main Shayar HoonSometimes I’m a poet
Kabhi Main PiruSometimes I’m a ‘Piru’
Bandi Ke Gale Pe Milta HoonYou’ll find me on a girl’s neck
Main Vampire HoonI’m a vampire
Gyro Se Fire HoonI spit fire like a gyrojet
Dairon Se Baahar HoonI’m outside of all the circles
Main Aisa Kyun Hoon Jaisa JoWhy am I like this? Because whatever I am
Woh Muh Pe Zaahir HoonI show it on my face
Rafi Main Falsafi KaviLike ‘Rafi’, I’m a philosopher-poet
Likhoon Main HaikuI write haikus
Main Din Mein Dinkar MunshiBy day, I’m like the poets ‘Dinkar’ or ‘Munshi’
Raat Baba Tahir HoonBy night, I’m the mystic ‘Baba Tahir’
Fck Evil Constant In The SceneForget evil, I’m a constant in the scene
Helsing Se Maahir HoonI’m more skilled than ‘Helsing’
Main Jab Chaahun Retire HoonI can retire whenever I want
Beta Main Millionaire HoonSon, I’m a millionaire
Bhawein Industry Ko Pinaak Chadh RahiEven though the industry is getting high on its own hype
Himmat Badh Rahi HaiTheir courage is growing
Show Pe Linein Lag Rahi HainThere are lines for the shows
Aur Do Mahine Linein Kat Rahi HainAnd in two months, those lines will be gone
Baby Baba Main Nahin MaantaBaby, I don’t believe in gurus
Woh Psy Pe Baj Rahi HaiShe’s just vibing to psy-trance
Aur Jo Bhi Psycho Pagli HaiAnd any girl who’s a little wild
Woh Seedha Bhai Mein Batri HaiEnds up getting tangled up with the whole crew
Ye Mauj Nahin Maut Wali Afratafri HaiThis isn’t fun, it’s a deadly chaos
Tere Wali Ki Chali NaYour girl didn’t listen to you
Tu Bali Ka Bakra HaiAnd you’re the scapegoat
Uski Sangat Hai KharaabHis company is bad
Jiski Rangat Badli HaiThe one whose colors have changed
Aur Bandi Baazi Bina HaamiAnd chasing girls without their consent
Hoti Jabar Jabri HaiIs just forcing yourself on them
Maine Street Se DekhaWhat I saw on the street
Seekha Toh Beat Pe LikhaI learned, and then wrote it on the beat
Woh Milli Weak Pe BikaHe sold out for a million in a week
Tu Mujhe Bheekh Na DikhaDon’t you show me your charity
Main Tera Future Par TujheI am your future, but you
Mera Ateet Na DikhaNever saw my past
Mujhe Baap Ka Na SaayaI never felt a father’s protection
Kabhi Peeth Pe DikhaStanding at my back
Ahankaar Wali AagThe fire of ego
Bane Jeet Ki ChitaBecomes the funeral pyre of victory
Tu Ye Victim MentalityYou need to erase this ritual
Wali Reet MitaOf a victim mentality
Jo Tu Soche Itne SaalonIf you’re wondering how, after all these years
Kaise Hoon Main TikaI’ve managed to survive
Ek Hi Kami SattebaaziMy only flaw is gambling
Par Gaanon Mein Na BikaBut I never sold out in my songs
It’S That Real Shit Abey Nahin HaiHey, that’s not the real stuff
Bitch Am The Only OneLook, I’m the only one
Tere Jaise Kai Hain BehnchdThere are many like you, you punk
Why You Hating Ye Bhi Sahi HaiIt’s fine that you’re hating
Seedhi Hindi Mein Gaali DeCurse me out in plain Hindi
Yahi Toh Mujhe Chahiye Tu Yahi HaiThat’s what I want, that’s who you are
Real Shit Abey Nahin HaiHey, that’s not the real stuff
Bitch Am The Only OneLook, I’m the only one
Tere Jaise Kai Hain BehnchdThere are many like you, you punk
Why You Hating Ye Bhi Sahi HaiIt’s fine that you’re hating
Seedhi Hindi Mein Gaali DeCurse me out in plain Hindi
Yahi Toh Mujhe Chahiye Tu Yahi HaiThat’s what I want, that’s who you are
Sahi Galat New School Old SchoolRight, wrong, new school, old school
Ye Sab Chhod DoLeave all of that behind
Zubaan Ki Ladai MeinIn a battle of words
Khayaalon Ka Katal Na ChunoDon’t choose to murder ideas
Jisne Jo Dekha Woh LikhoWhoever saw something, should write it
Jisne Jo Chaaha Woh SunoWhoever wants something, should listen to it
Real Shit Music Video
The song presents a sharp critique of the Desi Hip-Hop industry’s current state. Raftaar draws a clear line between his earned experience and what he identifies as fraudulent hype. The meaning of Raftaar’s ‘Real Shit’ lyrics comes from this defense of artistic integrity over empty posturing.