Main teri maut bankar aaya hoon ... aur teri maut atal hai

Har pal, har roz khoon bahega yahan ... aur tab tak behta rahega ... jab tak yeh zameen inke rakht se laal nahi ho jaati

Yeh khel teri zindagi ka aakhri khel hoga ... aakhri khel

Pasina bahane se kai achcha hai khoon bahao ... apna nahi doosro ka

Zindagi aur maut ka faisla toh uparwaale ki kalam se hua karta hai ... aap jaise rayeeso ki bandook se nahi

Hum shor nahi karte ... seedha shikaar karte hai

Usne kaha ek goli ki keemat hum desiyon ki jaan se kayi zyada hai ... toh phir yeh goli apna moolya kaise kamayegi ... tumhari bandook se nikalkar jab yeh seedha kisi angrez ki chaati ko challi karegi ... uske dil se takrayegi ... aur yeh aag ugalti goli uske khoon mein nahayegi ... tab

Osama ko pakadne ke liye mulk, mazhab, maal aur military lag jaati hai ... ask the neighbouring country ... magar ek General Dyer ko maarne ke liye sirf ek Hindustani jigra aur yeh desi tamancha hi kaafi hai ... ask the world

Pindari ka haath ... haath nahi loha hota hai

Bhagwan ne mujhe is liye zinda rakha ... ke main tumhare maut ke parwaane par dastakhaz kar sakun

Aadmi ko maarne se pehle ... uski sooch ko maarna zaroori hai

Fauji ka ek haath pada na ... toh che foot ka aadmi dedh foot ka hokar reh jaata hai

Aap mantri hai ... thik se rahoge toh salute karoonga ... thik se nahi rahoge toh shoot kar doonga

Mard ke bachche aurat ke daaman se nahi ... sher ke panjo se khela karte hai

Hamari tarakki ke raaste mein joh bhi aayega uski zubaan band karni hogi ... rupaiyon se nahin toh goli se

Ek baar maarna shuru karta hoon ... toh maar hi deta hoon

Rukjao ... kanoon ko apne haath mein mat lo

Haathi, ghode, top, talwarein, fauj toh teri saari hai ... par zanjeer mein jakda raja mera ab bhi sab pe bhaari hai

Abhe dukaan pe itni goli maarunga hagega toh dhuaan niklega ... woh bhi ruk-ruk ke

Brother to my left, brother to my right ... together we stand, together we fight