Ho lyrics

Ho!

Gallan naal kade rutbe nahi bande, Mehnat naal bande ne mukaam vakhre, Na kise di rees, na kise di nakal, Apni hi chaal te asool vakhre.

Status is never made by talk, unique achievements are made by hard work. Not following anyone, not imitating anyone, my own unique style and principles.

Pind ton shehar tak goonjdi awaaz, Na kise da darr, na kise di mohtaaj, Naam yaad rakhi, gall chhoti jehi ae, Mirza di duniya da andaaz vakhra ae!

My voice echoes from village to city, no fear of anyone, not dependent on anyone. Remember the name, it's a small thing, Mirza's world has a unique style!

\[Verse 1 – Heavy Punjabi Rap | 0:25–1:05\]

[Verse 1 – Heavy Punjabi Rap | 0:25–1:05]

Pagg sir uchchi, te chaal nawabi, Gallan vich zor, te soch kharabi, Jebaan ch mehnat, akhaan ch khwaab, Apne hi dum te banaya jawaab.

Turban high on the head, and a royal gait, strength in words, and sharp thinking. Hard work in pockets, dreams in eyes, created my own answer on my own strength.

Na kise di chaap, na kise da sahaara, Apne hi dam utte chamkeya sitaara, Jihde kal tak karde si gallan hazaar, Ajj oh vi puchhde ne kiven ae karobaar.

No one's influence, no one's support, my star shone on my own strength. Those who used to talk a thousand things yesterday, today even they ask how business is.

Na chehre te nakli, na lafzan ch mithaas, Jinni ae aukaat, ohni rakhde aan aas, Kamm saade boldae, na lod izhaar di, Mirza di taur ae vakhri sansaar di.

No fake on the face, no sweetness in words, we keep as much hope as our worth. Our work speaks for itself, no need for declaration, Mirza's style is unique in the world.

Shehar diyan galliyan ch charcha ae khaas, Jithe vi jaayiye, ban jaave itihaas, Na rutbe di bhukh, na shoharat da rog, Apni hi duniya, apne hi lok.

There's a special discussion in the city streets, wherever we go, it becomes history. No hunger for status, no disease of fame, our own world, our own people.

\[Pre-Chorus | 1:05–1:20\]

[Pre-Chorus | 1:05–1:20]

Na taaj di lorh, na takht di udeek, Apni hi manzil, apni hi leek, Jinna nu lagda ae aukha mukaam, Ohna nu dassiye mehnat da naam!

No need for a crown, no wait for a throne, my own destination, my own path. To those who find the goal difficult, we tell them the name of hard work!

\[Chorus – Explosive Beat Drop | 1:20–1:55\]

[Chorus – Explosive Beat Drop | 1:20–1:55]

Raj apna, taur apni, Vakhri hi sarkaar apni, Mirza naa, te shaan vakhri, Aap banayi pehchaan apni!

Our own rule, our own style, our own unique government. Mirza's name, and unique glory, we made our own identity!

Ho raj apna, taur apni, Pagg apni, shaan apni, Na kise kolon mangeya rutba, Aap banayi pachhaan apni!

Oh, our own rule, our own style, our own turban, our own glory. Didn't ask for status from anyone, made our own identity!

Duniya vekhdi ae chaal apni, Vakhri ae misaal apni, Jithe vi vajjdi awaaz saadi, Othe hundi ae gall apni!

The world watches our walk, our example is unique. Wherever our voice rings out, our word is final!

\[Verse 2 – Aggressive Rap | 1:55–2:35\]

[Verse 2 – Aggressive Rap | 1:55–2:35]

Gaddi di chamak naal bande ni bande, Asli ne oh jihde zubaan utte khande, Kise de darbaar ch haazri ni laayi, Apni hi duniya di duniya banayi.

People are not made by the shine of a car, real ones are those whose words are sharp. Never attended anyone's court, created my own world.

Na jhoothe waade, na nakli jeet, Apne hi asool te apni hi reet, Jihde vich dum ae oh kamm karke dikhave, Jehda sirf bolda ae oh bol ke mukk jaave.

No false promises, no fake victories, my own principles and my own traditions. Whoever has guts, let them show it by working, whoever just talks, let them finish by talking.

Pindaan di mitti da rang ae nirala, Pagg da ae maan te taur ae jamaala, Gaddi de sheeshe te kaale ne rang, Naal khad'de yaar, te vajjde ne dang.

The color of the village soil is unique, the turban is pride and the style is beautiful. The car windows are tinted black, friends stand by, and the beats drop.

Na notean da raula, na gehne di gall, Apni hi mehnat da chalda ae mull, Jihda vi mukaam, ohde pichhe ae zor, Apne hi dam utte kholya ae dor.

No fuss about notes, no talk of jewelry, the value of my own hard work runs. Whatever the achievement, there's strength behind it, opened the door on my own strength.

\[Chorus – Heavy Dhol + Bass | 2:35–3:05\]

[Chorus – Heavy Dhol + Bass | 2:35–3:05]

Raj apna, taur apni, Vakhri hi sarkaar apni, Mirza naa, te shaan vakhri, Aap banayi pehchaan apni!

Our own rule, our own style, our own unique government. Mirza's name, and unique glory, we made our own identity!

Ho raj apna, taur apni, Pagg apni, shaan apni, Na kise kolon mangeya rutba, Aap banayi pachhaan apni!

Oh, our own rule, our own style, our own turban, our own glory. Didn't ask for status from anyone, made our own identity!

\[Verse 3 – Double-Time Rap | 3:05–3:50\]

[Verse 3 – Double-Time Rap | 3:05–3:50]

Na din ginne, na raat g

Neither counted days, nor nights