(Intro) [Ae ank honi chahide hai Bhai mein Guru Gobind Singh Sahib da singh haan Main nahin jane-khane de pairii digda Jehda Paatshah da paatshah, Satguru Gobind Singh Sahib da puttar hove Ude'ch aakad kyun naa hove!!!] I'm a son of a sardar! Mere vich vee taan koi maan hai na Main Guru Gobind Singh Sahib da singh haan I'm a son of a sardar! Land of five rivers gives birth to these live ninjas They didn't want us to survive but we ride ninja I represent the punjabi pride for life ninja For the khalsa we fight and die ninja, my ninja! Strap kirpans to the side we catch flight Praying to waheguru before the sunrise Sacrifices made by these singhs won't be forgotten I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them Pay homage to the gurus and the khalsa My forefathers were martyrs and maharajas Real shaheeds that died for you and me The plight of the sikhs is alive not deceased Its inside of me Tati tavi te bae gaye Guruji hak di khaatir Misaal mil nahin sakdi koi inha de baraabar Desh ghulaam hi rehna si je hondi na hind di chaadar Qurbaani dende na je Guru Tegh Bahadur ------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm a son of a sardar! Me and my ninjas, we all got tiger in us That punjabi code language, and ain't no deciphering us Haarna is more dangerous to hype ones as us I known to cause as much anguish as us When i pick up the mic and buzz! ------------------------------------------------------------------- Jehdi gal main karn lageya, inho aewain naa jaaneyo Kise ton na luke ehe tussi vi Pahchaaneyo Shahidiyaan den di reet inhaan ton chali Singh Soorme paunde-ne tirfalli Jor na sahaaran, kise ton kade naa haaran Sheesh taleez te rakh ke, jaan desh te vaaran Sach di jaan, pag inha di shaan Sidak di Khaan, Seene vich taan Roop de kateele, Gabru chhail-chhabeele Samundar de lehraan vangu tha-tha maaran joshiley Jabaan de mithe, dil de sache Aaraadh de inha de bhaage mere veeran nu rab hath de ke rakhe Khoon doleya te bani Punjab di dharti Jallian wala bagh de vich taan hadh hi karti Khuhi haje vi othon di gavaahi bhardi Soorya Udham Singh ne London jaake taan tabaahi hii karti I'm a son of a sardar and a sardarni My people are into farming no man can harm me We got our own army, the khalsa Thats what we call the sarkar of the maharaja, Daswe Paathshah Guru gobind singh ji, is the king of me And the ring of sikhs, its our responsibility To keep the memory of the legendary ten Gs alive Like guru nanak stopping the rock at panja sahib And the chaar sahibzade that lost their lives And the panj pyaare that were ready to die Or the 40 mukte, that sacrificed The story of these saints brings tears to my eyes I'm a son of a sardar Got a khanda hanging from the mirror of my car Yellin that jaikara like bole so nihal And if my people hear me holla sat sri akal I'm a son of a sardar