tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241309862012-02-12T13:24:02.343-08:00Tin mast pra jad kuch kar dikhana chaunde ne te duniyan waalyan nu saavdhaan ho jaana chaida hai Is blog te twaanu asi hor te kuch grantee nai de sakde par ae vaada juroor karde han ki ik sau das percant entirtainmant milegi twaanu, te o vi ghar bhaithe bhaitheSanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-18047814147438465682008-05-04T17:01:00.000-07:002008-05-04T17:04:13.402-07:00

I ve moved on to a seperate address,friends and fam,u can check out all new rhymes athttp://whoisrainman.blogspot.com/-rainman(aka stan)

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-50804604996013961542008-03-19T00:23:00.000-07:002008-12-10T05:09:19.063-08:00

Down there it doesn't feel so great,but thats how it goes,call it my fate.Did it for honour,glory,my country state,Now behind bushes,whats the point to contemplate?Dirt on my shoulder,anger on my face,Cuz Im a soldier,thats how i gotta behave.Till my last breath,down till my grave,Brave,U think I may be,but thats where u failed.U think my country moves me,while Im in the field?U've never been

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-27216148766193048592008-03-16T23:42:00.000-07:002008-12-10T05:09:19.288-08:00

Its not about result or the last bell sound,Its how many times u got up that counts.If u can still get up after ten rounds,and look in the eyes of all men around,all the numerous times when u've been tossed,U still stand up and not show pain that it caused,Pause for a moment,and the world stopped,stilled.No words from the crowd in the hall all filled.Times frozen,but u've walked out,Its like u up

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-20602189750368495452007-06-27T20:54:00.000-07:002008-12-10T05:09:19.389-08:00

Empty roads...Tempting doorsthey tempt me more,Did things which couldn't think 2 attempt beforebut i payed my dues ..locked up in doorsNonsensic chores..are done till death *im bored*frenzic uproars is what i really craved for...but FUCK.. my hands are tied... my feet are chainedI cry out but no mortal here to hear my painI stare at the emptiness surrounding me10 years I know but now its

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-21169373677169218942007-04-19T07:58:00.000-07:002008-12-10T05:09:19.699-08:00

this 4 u homies appreciate all things uve did for mecant pay u back 4 that ,ever....And when Time calls u gotta gono 1 knows ,what God has in storeeven if God's against u,I am by ur sidetill then homies,WE ALL RIDESidharth ,my oldest friend,a true jigga2gether we thugged,learned how 2 press the trigganigga,we deeper than,real brothers ever couldwe gangstas till we left life in the hood 4

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-56690521988142767652007-04-02T08:00:00.000-07:002007-04-02T08:02:10.981-07:00

explicit audio content>headphones advisable

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-67473691900033839002007-04-02T07:53:00.000-07:002007-04-02T08:00:15.447-07:00

explicit audio content >headphones advisible

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-64262449206923762852007-02-10T06:07:00.000-08:002008-12-10T05:09:20.040-08:00

Hope i can complete this ,before my LAST DAYS end..Here it goes~My mind races and pacesfaces forgotten now re-surfacesAll present here ,gone tomorrow to places,no tracesMy last days here r wastedthe pain i cant replace it but face iti am filling the last of my history book pagesStage is set for my exitFew friendship still exists ,few promises still persistsbut i m twisted by life and my

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1167493948778090412006-12-30T07:45:00.000-08:002006-12-30T07:53:19.453-08:00

OFFICIALLY THE LAST WORKING DAY ...SCRIBBLERS DAY ..A VIDEO PRESENTATIONyahan twanu sade praavan da dance vi dekhan nu milegaApoorv te Aseem te chaa gaye siSanket te Chitransh se to dancing lessons lene chahiyeAnother guy in the beginning (Varun Khetarpal)shows wat-not-to-do-on-dance-floorEMBARRASSING ..neways njoy video

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1166119051366721892006-12-14T08:58:00.000-08:002006-12-14T09:57:31.996-08:00

STATUTORY WARNING :Any Resemblance to any teacher living/dead or teaching inDPS RKP is purely co-incidental and fictitiousand for the students ...I hardly care.Here are the highlights of todays class party we hadSome ppl decided to skip party fer "study" reasons..Bhattu and Nikita's absence was feltneways here r d pics...some teachers in action,some gossiping on phone in class....baki apan log

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1162043540717138762006-10-28T06:48:00.000-07:002006-11-01T09:23:42.763-08:00

Welcome To the Happy Family Show::Intro::Bless you.Back in the hood, the Blessed 2Stan n Proff. 2 of the best few.Out to arrest you...Or just opress you."So Spit started but where's the Flow?? U seen the title? u guys need to grow.."Bro, just open the can n let the air goYo, sit tight n enjoy Happy Family Show::Verse1::Enter the school and observe the beauti-"fools"U r lesbian? or a faggot?

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1159592589785320872006-09-29T21:56:00.000-07:002006-09-29T22:03:09.800-07:00

I ‘ve grown up being hated outcasted and shadeddiscriminated every time I failed itlaid it ,waited formy payment but no one paid itI’ve been stated the facts isolated from my packI've been traded and rated crapcops paraded & raided my phones tapcritics say my raps outdated ,just go n never come backall criticism, I faced it, my fate ,I made itmy level ,raised it ,the pain ,I tastedmaybe a lil

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1155927107552279392006-09-04T08:22:00.000-07:002006-09-04T08:24:13.596-07:00

Kid switches on the televisionHis vision blinded by nothing but terrorismHe’s scared but nobody’s here to kiss emIsn’t it strange, he cries out in vain, but nobody listens.U know when the reel stops the real begins ,when the feel stops the fear beginsWhen your town is down with last blastsAnd u can still hear the sound of the past blastsAnd u can do nothing but put arm around your loved onesAnd

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1155926484302925952006-08-18T11:24:00.000-07:002006-08-18T12:55:15.310-07:00

Calling out to all homies and my niggasSick of bitchy blogs, fake ppl and usual jigga,"I love PDB," says some bumper stickerWe have arrived nothing gets this biggerNow we've comeU gotta keep up the pimp, sonAt any instance u can dream about Paris Hilton or Jessica SimpsonU bring some Chinese and try these dim sums ,sing some song and get laid onU can lose but u may win someStan gets out of his

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1155561521287942512006-08-14T06:11:00.000-07:002006-08-14T06:19:48.456-07:00

Who the hell is here..OH here comes PDBPunjabi rap de badshey just out of the sea,After us is channel V and some Mtvwe r out with Priyanka and we r relli busyWe follow no crowd,eat no Sushi,Eat dhabe wich Dal makhani te tandoori roti,We talk to a girl, heyhere comes some controversy,Wats the point , i dont see.Boys from the hood nahi jande sanu hale vi,Dude, dont touch that girl .teri hai woh

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1154612251588525982006-08-03T06:31:00.000-07:002006-08-03T12:19:29.323-07:00

My life out to uStan..yours onlyA normal kid on the blockinto cricket hip hop and footballhe dint talk much but kinda rockedlocked up in his room designing his rhymes,passing his time..for him love was just another gamehe met this girl ..and nuthing was the samehe was there playing the same gameNow it had a new meaningmy life was starting from the beginningeverything was goin fine ,we were

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1152556420594540122006-07-10T11:22:00.000-07:002006-07-10T11:35:11.890-07:00

A white boy, unknown, unshaven, underage,A lone rappin sage, alone on the stage,It was a battle he could not help but wage,He's diallin his own no. but the line is engaged.But he stayed, prayed, made arrangements to get laid,Such a wanna-be-nigga as he was portrayed,On the snowin streets he lay stranded,Wherever he landed, returned empty-handed,From a small town, got a break in the big city,And

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1150819579713187832006-06-20T08:54:00.000-07:002006-06-20T09:12:55.383-07:00

Bohemia vs Eminemout on 8 July 2006 . Midnight

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1150455447916581862006-06-16T03:49:00.000-07:002006-06-18T02:43:23.033-07:00

As promised earlier here s presenting the new face of MSNPunjab da MSN ...........specially for uALSO a blast from the past (below)Though the pic says it all ..but i would like to add that this pic was clicked when we went to Sitlakhet. we had helluva time there . a well knit group (!)keep tuned fer some more interestin shit comin up shortly.......;)

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1149105817803360752006-05-31T11:26:00.000-07:002006-05-31T13:03:37.820-07:00

Kin kameenon de haath wich de di hai command,Phir 15 saal baad mar rahe ho sadde future di gaand.Nunhe munhon di jaan kar di hai nilaam,Aur kis kis ki karoge saalon neend haraam.12vin fail sale kar rahen hain hum pe elaan,Bhen de takke khud kar rahein hain AC bunglow mein aaram.Mein teri jaati nahi janna chahta yaar,Kyun kar rahe ho salon iss desh de tukde hazaar.Ghusa do arjun singh de bund wich

Prof unclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02198279535634820717noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1147893893418603622006-05-17T12:02:00.000-07:002006-05-17T12:24:53.433-07:00

humne socha sala zamana badal gayaab apna bhi india develop ho gayahumme kya pata tha abhi bhi salagandhi ke time ka lathi charge ho jaygabachon se lekar,vade vade doctron ko bhi mara jaygapandu arjun singh itna budha ho gaya use abhi tak akal nahi ayi haibhaiya, usse koi batao kitni buri usne apnigaand marwaai haisale arjun singh twaada bhiab time aa gaya haiaaj saade haathon,ya kal khud apehi

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1147776977341544272006-05-16T03:49:00.000-07:002006-05-16T03:56:17.350-07:00

Praavan da blog has just signed a deal with HOTMAIL ,in which they will bring out a new face of hotmail just for PDB and for the whole of punjab community .The deal had been secured late tonight after endless hours of meeting through the internet.Great efforts have been put by Proffessor and Assassin in making this dream come true.Hope you will keep tuned into PDB to watch the new face of

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1147687846617175202006-05-15T03:04:00.000-07:002006-06-02T13:44:18.173-07:00

JAI HIND

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1147376934336285842006-05-11T11:14:00.000-07:002006-05-11T13:03:17.360-07:00

Sab wondering ki kitthe gaye band waale,Oye pyar mein sanke bhatak rahein hai sale.Ek haath mein sutta, ek haath mein lota hai, [jo samajhna hai samajhlo] Oye sadde liye har din Valentine’s day hota hai.Saddi love life pe to disc brake lag gaye hain yaar,Shalini bhi gayi kar dil ke tukre hazaar.Gandjuli se zyada mukesh appealin lagda hai,Ab to dhami ke

Prof unclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02198279535634820717noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1145898207930666842006-04-24T09:50:00.001-07:002006-04-24T10:03:52.756-07:00

there r some of the things I relli hate about EVERYONE1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time....Dude I know where my watch is , where the hell is yours?Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?Dumb man!!2.People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel

Sanchit Mahajannoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1144178264240790742006-04-04T12:08:00.001-07:002006-04-04T12:17:44.253-07:00

Mainu to ni aanda punjabi da ek bhi word,Assi to bas honde gilli dande de expert,That is why main punjabi mein ni gal karne vaala,Tighten ur undies, and enter my paathshaala.sab gal kiye ja rahein hai ki post ni aari,saala post de pressure mein maine do din se nahin maari,Par ab aaya hoon har pandu ka karne hisaab,Is country da puttar, aur Bohemia ka baap.In short, prof uncle has come back from

Prof unclehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02198279535634820717noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24130986.post-1142431525207033212006-03-15T06:05:00.000-08:002006-03-15T11:14:37.640-08:00

mere pyaare praavan te unaade pabiyan nu Stan da satsriyakaalthodi der wich shurru hon wala haiPRAAVAN DA BLOGjidde wich honge mere naal pra ASSASSIN>>>>>>>>>>>>keep tunedtwadate sirf twadaSTAN

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