Desi Rap Scene

In Indian hip-hop, only a few songs capture raw emotion and fearless self-expression, and one of the tops on this list is”Namaste” by Seedhe Maut. Known for their razor-sharp writing and unfiltered social commentary, the duo (Encore ABJ and Calm) delivers a hard-hitting anthem that goes beyond typical industry narratives. The Seedhe Maut lyrics in “Namastute” dive deep into the emotional cost of staying authentic, the disillusionment with the music industry’s superficiality, and the celebration of individuality against all odds. 

Produced by Calm, the track uses clever wordplay, bold metaphors, and unapologetic energy to showcase why Seedhe Maut’s lyrics stand out as a voice of resilience and truth in modern hip-hop. “Namastute” is a declaration of survival, transformation, and the unapologetic pursuit of artistic integrity.

Breakdown of Namastute Line By Line

Encore’s Verse

“Kalam jale, dard dukhe”

My pen burns and the pain hurts.

The act of writing is painful, symbolizing the emotional toll of expressing one’s truth and struggles.

“Marham bane aashvaasan, andhvishwasi bharam toote”

My words heal like a balm, shattering the illusions of blind faith.

The artist’s lyrics are meant to heal and challenge false beliefs, urging listeners to question and reject superstition.

“Sabhi jhooke, aur shraddha se bole Seedhe Maut namastute”

Everyone bows down and, with reverence, says, “Seedhe Maut, Namastute.”

This line is both a salute to their own identity and a demand for respect, turning the act of greeting into a powerful statement of self-worth.

“Karam jale, nastik de tera bhai darshan, banadu aastik”

My actions burn; the atheist seeks a vision. Can I become a believer?

A reflection on the struggle between skepticism and faith, questioning if personal experience can convert disbelief into belief.

“Hu mai nahi devta kadachit, kholu muu jab sab bole aya rakshas”

I am not a god, perhaps; when I speak, everyone calls me a demon.

Rejecting both deification and demonization, the artist refuses to be boxed into societal labels.

“Hu mai nai nahi plastic, sunu bas pac”

I’m not fake, just listen to my real side.

A declaration of authenticity, contrasting themselves with those who are superficial or insincere.

“Sick rappero ko du mai prep talk, vo fir bhi toxic, fir bhi noxious”

I give sick rappers a pep talk, but they remain toxic and harmful.

A critique of the negative and toxic mindset prevalent in the music industry despite efforts to uplift others.

“Di TED talk, vo dekhe TikTok bas”

I gave a TED talk, but they just watch TikTok.

A commentary on the lack of depth and substance in popular culture, where meaningful messages are ignored in favor of fleeting trends.

“Mera kya, mai club me baitha kara ra moshpit”

What about me? I’m in the club, causing a moshpit.

Portraying himself as an agent of chaos and energy, standing out in a crowd.

“Launde bane chaal baaz, tera bhai Karl Marx, Prophet dekhe nahi profit”

Guys become cunning. Your brother is like Karl Marx, a prophet who doesn’t care for profit.

Aligning with revolutionary thought and integrity, valuing ideals over material gain.

“Gira, bana dhoomketu, chodi prithvi, padhara moon pe hu”

I Fell, became a comet, left Earth, and now I’m on the moon.

Describes a meteoric rise after setbacks, symbolizing ambition and transcendence.

“To chale mera shani alag, du mai tujhe hafta, shanidan, chote baat meri maan”

My Saturn is different. I’ll give you a week, little one, so listen to me.

References astrology and fate, asserting uniqueness and offering guidance.

“Shakal se tu shanichar hai, rakhta jo money mann me, marta vo mann hi mann hai”

You look like Saturn, hoarding money in your mind, dying inside.

Criticizes those obsessed with wealth, suggesting internal emptiness.

“Aankhe teri nam hi nam hai, dil ka tu dhani kam hai”

Your eyes are always moist, and your heart is not generous.

A commentary on emotional vulnerability and lack of generosity.

“Rakhe nahi jaate khushiyo pe daam, mu pe saare lovey dovey, sachi baatein kabhi kabhi nahi”

Happiness can’t be bought; everyone acts lovey-dovey but rarely speaks the truth.

Exposes the superficiality and dishonesty in social interactions.

“Koi nahi, bolu kya mai jiski hai mati mari, mari maine jhakk hai nahi, kiya kaam kheecha sara paisa sala pakad ke girebaan”

No one cares. Should I talk about my downfall? I haven’t died yet, but all my money was snatched from me.

Reflects on personal setbacks and financial exploitation.

“Deke bae ko izzat hua beizzat, kase khud ke pech bina koi pechkas”

I gave respect to my girl, got disrespected, and accused others without self-reflection.

Highlights the irony of relationships and the tendency to judge others without introspection.

“Flyer pe MGK saath, kiya lace up, yaha pe launde bas fly, hum way up”

I had MGK on the flyer, laced up; the boys here are just flying high; we’re way up.

References collaboration and ambition, emphasizing their rise above the rest.

“Jana hai jisko jae jaani, don’t wait up”

Whoever wants to leave, let them go, don’t wait up.

An assertion of independence and self-reliance.

“Ulte paau bhagate ye saare jaise pret sab, chale ye haath fookta kalam kash pe kash, nashe ka pesha hai mera, ye hai meri peshkash”

They run backward like ghosts, hands moving, pen after pen; intoxication is my profession; this is my offering.

He describes a relentless work ethic and creative output, likening his craft to an addiction.

Calm’s Verse

“ABJ bola tu ghussa thook abhi, To bola me shaant hoke whoo sa (Psych)”

ABJ says, “Spit that anger,” and Calm pretends to chill — only to unleash a storm. Classic Calm — laidback but lethal.

“Naam sunke fat’ti Yakuza, Haan nikle sabka jaloos aaj”

People hear the name and panic like it’s Yakuza. Calm compares their reputation to a global crime syndicate — feared, respected, undeniable.

“Ye ghiske bann jayenge dhool aaj, Hunt ho jaaye bas jal jaayega choolah”

Today’s hype boys will burn out and turn to dust. Once the hunt begins, all hell breaks loose.

“Michelin star chef Khanna, nuska dunga curry ka rukja”

He’s got the recipe — just wait. Like Vikas Khanna in the kitchen, Calm’s bars are gourmet. Art meets technique.

“Yahan launde lage hue scheme mein, Humein bhi aata tareeka tuccha”

These kids are always plotting. Calm could do that, too, but it’s beneath him.

“Bichaare khush hain fodd ke phoonk bomb, Yaha pe ladi ka guccha”

Others pop one firecracker. Seedhe Maut drops bundles. Bigger scale, louder impact.

“Kuch saanp hain, kareebi baatein, Jalebi, humse, jale bhi saath hain”

Snakes talk sweet and stay close. Wordplay galore — jalebi (twisted), jale (jealous). Even haters stick around.

“Bole par, chahte bhala ni, Unse zyada vafaadaar gully ka kutta”

People smile but don’t mean well. Even the street dog’s more loyal.

“Wo na kaate dekh ke dum hilaata, Inpe ek hi feeki trick hai zero kaata”

Dogs wag their tails; these fakes just recycle weak tricks: tired tactics, no real bite.

“Jo bole, ‘Rap se paise kaise laayega?’ Mere joote mehenge unke rent se zyada”

To those who doubt rap as a career — Calm’s shoes cost more than their rent. Success speaks.

“Ye chupe khaata, baap ka pension aadha, Hai ni tension aata inhe pen chabaana”

He eats in secret, still living off Dad’s pension — not real stress, just chewing pens. Pretend hustle.

“Khaali the bas hum dono thi lagi…”

It was just Encore and Calm in the trenches. No one else gets to claim their throne now.

“Tera clout mera lund pe (Laude!)”

Your clout? Worthless. Direct and dirty, Calm doesn’t hold back.

“Ye ball ke naam pe daale bas bhatta”

They front like ballers, but it’s just hush money. Fake flexors are everywhere.

“Tera bhai janam se Seedhe Maut cheat code maarliya ratta”

He was born with the SM blueprint in his veins. No learning curve is needed — just destiny.

“Ye noobde, ye whack log, bas chale chaba jaau kaccha”

These amateurs? He’ll eat them raw. Cold and confident.

“Ab jisko lalkaarna (Senpai!), humein to aajao kaksha”

If you wanna challenge him, enroll in class first. Bow to your teacher — Senpai’s here.

Final Bars

“Namastute” is a manifesto. Seedhe Maut talks openly about their struggles, the fake side of the music industry, and what it means to stay true to yourself. Encore brings emotion and pain, while Calm adds power and confidence. Together, they call out the lies, celebrate realness, and show why they’re different from the rest. In a world full of noise and show-offs, “Namastute” stands out as honest, bold, and unforgettable.