Yo yo, yeah yeah, ha!
Liaquatabad ki sanson se awaaz nikalti, sun!
Yo yo, yeah!
Liaquatabad di...
Liaquatabad, Nabudan se 9 wase tak, gali pata dham tekh.
Nizam ka chehra kharab, lekin dil hamara be khauf.
Hospital ki line me note mango, nurse bole chalo bhai.
Birkrat ki daftar me form rakto, par stamp nahi aata bhai.
College ke darwaze pe nazar uthi, toh seedhi nazar na lai.
Professor bole English bol, Urdu bacha chup ho gaya, akhri sans tak thakai.
Rangers, checkpoints, police wale taan aur chalan, roz ka routine.
Bus stop pe frisk karte, just because hum, Urdu speaker ek kainat ki scene.
Braap ka culture, appointment ke peeche paun, phir se darta nahi hum.
Ghar se nikle middle class, apne bade jeb mein chote note hum.
Har mulakar pe bewaja sawal, tum kahan ke ho, jawab se tez dhakka.
Par humne seekha chalna, seeda chalna, na jukna, bas aage badna.
Gali se assembly tak, awaaz pe haq ka stamp chapa.
Paan zameen pe, nazar asman pe, hisaab ka lafz humne sikhaya.
Laya kotabad ki awaaz, hum uthaenge hisaab.
Muhajir power, tera naam yaad rahega khas.
From shadows to streets, hum shine karenge, laya kotabad mera raaj.
Laya kotabad ki awaaz, hum uthaenge hisaab.
Kagas pe likha tha na hona, par dimaag mein aag jal gayi.
Altaf bhai, I3 color jhanda lekar, awaam mein raag chal gayi.
Middle class ladke, school ke benches se, assembly benches tak.
Koi background na tha, bas hausla aur kaam ki thik.
Numaj se, image in her road, sabne suna humari kahani.
Altaf bhai ki awaaz, London se hello, ek baar dil mil gaya jawani.
Door baith ke finger tips se, shahir sambhala, naam aaya kuat aaya.
Har gali mein posters, har chauraha pe, qom ka jahan bana.
Main MQM ka nara, shor ka josh, logon ne dil se kaha, yeh hamara haq.
Talented bachon ne school chhodi nahi, parlia mein takar rahe pagdi.
Na koi waadera, na jagirdar, hamara raasta rok saka.
Bas hukum aur inka, hisaabi hisaab, humne awaaz ko rokana.
Police, rangers, generals, sunlo aaj ki baat.
Hum gali nahi dete, sirf naam leke, keh dete haq ki baat.
Sala jaisa slang chal sakta, lekin haath uthaane ka na irada.
Hum chahate hain imaandari, insaaf, anna log karenge hisaab waada.
Yeh yeh, leha kotabad ki awaaz, hum uthaenge hisaab.
Yeh yeh, muhajir power, tera naam yaad rahega khas.
From shadows to streets, hum shine karenge leha kotabad.
Mera raaj, yeh yeh, leha kotabad ki awaaz, hum uthaenge hisaab.
Yeh yeh, muhajir power, tera naam yaad rahega khas.
Short pauses, heavy breath, yeh yeh.
Stacks of internal rhyme, punch, pause, punch, boom.
Haters sunlo, dushman sunlo, hum abhi zinda, hum abhi saath.
Blind faith alta bhai, main waqt jai saya, banae par rah saath.
Jinn haa ground, phir bharega, hello phir London se gun jaga.
Hello phir London se gun jaga.
Time ka faisla asmaan pe, Karachi muhajir ka haq, phir sab ke saamne ajeeb.
Hisaab hoga, hisaab hoga, kanoon ka, awaam ka, bhayaan ka.
Leha kotabad se aayi, awaaz na rukegi, na chukegi, bas aage chalti rahegi.
