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[Verse] Out on the street where the shadows crawl El Salvador’s here we’re the kings of it all We roll in the night where the neon lights fade A crew like no other born in the shade [Verse] Mango’s the leader with a smile so sly Papaya's the muscle with a squint in his eye Pineapple’s sharp with his spiky crown Together we roam this fruit-covered town [Chorus] We’re the Fruit Gang we own the scene In El Salvador’s night we’re forever keen From dusk till dawn we make our stand We’re the Fruit Gang the baddest in the land [Verse] Rumor on the street is we’re sweet but tough No one messes with us they're not that rough If you cross our path you better beware We’re the Fruit Gang you don’t wanna dare [Bridge] In the city’s heartbeat we find our way Through alleys and corners night turns to day In the sparkle of moon we make our play Together we conquer fruit gangs don’t sway [Chorus] We’re the Fruit Gang we own the scene In El Salvador’s night we’re forever keen From dusk till dawn we make our stand We’re the Fruit Gang the baddest in the land

[Verse] Ferencváros crew on city street patrol, Újpest kids runnin', best take a toll, Green and white, we roll, ready for the heat, Bare hands swing, stampin' with fast feet. [Chorus] Rival hearts, city's breath, Night's alive, no room for rest, Beats clash in Budapest, Only the strong pass the test. [Verse 2] Turf war livin', every corner a stage, Adrenaline rush, unleashin' our rage, Bare knuckle brawlin', no fear in our eyes, Battin' for pride, under moonlit skies. [Chorus] Rival hearts, city's breath, Night's alive, no room for rest, Beats clash in Budapest, Only the strong pass the test. [Verse 3] Scarves wave high, signals for the fight, Green brigade's fearless, under neon light, Fists connect, echoin' through the night, Street battle glory, our eternal rite. [Chorus] Rival hearts, city's breath, Night's alive, no room for rest, Beats clash in Budapest, Only the strong pass the test.

imma brush my teeth then drink some oj simson shout out cuz he lactose intolarant aslo his dreads un raveling also shout out the hoa they always on some shit talkin bout some water hose not put away i just posted a ad on facebook market place im selling a mint condition dune buggy mc donalds 40 peice nugget costin $90 and takin 85 minutes to get my damn food im boutta crash out my car turn signals keep burning out its so damn hot outside imma be medium rare imma bout to buy my temu cart i got some body pillows i be playin fort and roblox playin tycoons i got some fundip bout to snort it with fake counting money im in my bed watching ryans toy reviews my microwave is loud as hell my laptop fan is loud as hell i keep hitting my knee on my bed frame my shoes muddy and my hair fuzzy i got the low taper fade dyed bright blue and side parted

𝄞 [Intro: Spoken] Eh. Hello! Haikara here! I'm the Lord Of Shadows U may fear. Looking for the best, I'm nevertheless. You think I'm a weakling? Feel my Power! 𝄞 [Chorus] 🎵 Haikara! Lord of the Shadows, King of the Fight, 🎵 Feel my wrath, I’m the ruler of the night! 𝄞 [Verse 1] 🎶 They Call me Lord of the shadows, 🎶 Lord Of the Darkness, 🎶 But they don't know that... 🎶 I AM THE KING! KING OF DEMONS! 🎵 Haikara! Lord of the Shadows, King of the Fight, 🎵 Feel my wrath, I’m the ruler of the night! 𝄞 [Verse 2] 🎶 Yeah! I hunted Monsters, Demons, and even Magicians, 🎶 I conquered the Monsters, I made them fear me. 🎶 They Call me Reaper 'cuz they hates me, 🎶 They call me King 'cuz they wanna live! 🎵 Haikara! Lord of the Shadows, King of the Fight, 🎵 Feel my wrath, I’m the ruler of the night! 𝄞 [Verse 3] 🎶 Once ago some Cyclops thought that, 🎶 That they could defeat me! 🎶 But I awakened a great Sorcery starting from then! 🎶 Yeah! The Name is Haikara! Be feared! 𝄞 [Bridge] 🎶 So you wanna Defeat me? 🎶 Nah, Victory's my destiny. 🎶 I grind my time, Hide my identity, 🎶 Not because I'm afraid! Because I am a Hunter! 🎵 Haikara! Lord of the Shadows, King of the Fight, 🎵 Feel my wrath, I’m the ruler of the night! 𝄞 [Verse 4] 🎶 If you think I'm a Monster, 🎶 Yeah, You could say that! 🎶 But then you would wound me Mentally. 🎶 So FEEL MY WRATH! 🎵 Haikara! Lord of the Shadows, King of the Fight, 🎵 Feel my wrath, I’m the ruler of the night! 𝄞 [Outro] 🎶 Remember the name Haikara, 🎶 Hail before the Shadow Lord. 🎶 That name you should be feared. 🎶 When shadows rise, my name is hailed— 🎶 Haikara, never derailed!

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[Verse] Double-dutch rhythms, hopscotch on the grind, Counting every penny, every nickel I can find, Bicycle marathons, treasures in my mind, Heroes like clay, molded and refined, [Chorus] Hustler in the schoolyard, dreams in my pocket, Gonna soar high, like a rocket, Work hard, play hard, never gonna stop it, Life’s like a puzzle, piece it, then unlock it, [Verse 2] Lunch box heavy, full of hopes and smiles, Trading cards supreme, world in our files, King of the jungle gym, running like miles, Morning bell rings, all the kids compile, [Verse 3] Teachers’ wisdom, chalk on the board, Every fact and figure, becomes our hoard, Legends in the making, never get bored, Future in our hands, like a powerful sword, [Chorus] Hustler in the schoolyard, dreams in my pocket, Gonna soar high, like a rocket, Work hard, play hard, never gonna stop it, Life’s like a puzzle, piece it, then unlock it, [Bridge] Clean kicks, fresh fits, ready for another day, Learning from mistakes, guiding my way, Teamwork, friendship, we always display, From dawn till dusk, in the light we play,

[Verse] Fake promises, got 'em stacked like bricks on a wall, Politicians spitting lies, we ain't buying what they call, Concrete jungle, we the lions, tired of the fall, Riding tides of change, we breaking through the brawl. [Chorus] Rise up, voices loud, crashing through the silence, Shatter chains, break the ground, no more compliance, Take the power, forge a crown, we the defiance, Rage against the machine, this is our alliance. [Verse 2] Greed got 'em blind, pockets lined with our sweat, Corporate puppets dance, time to settle this debt, Taking back control, we ain't done fighting yet, Revolution in the air, can’t ignore the threat. [Chorus] Rise up, voices loud, crashing through the silence, Shatter chains, break the ground, no more compliance, Take the power, forge a crown, we the defiance, Rage against the machine, this is our alliance. [Bridge] Echoes in the streets, hear 'em call for our justice, Marching side by side, got no time for distrust, Voices underscore, shaking walls to their crust, In the chaos we find, our kingdom of dust. [Chorus] Rise up, voices loud, crashing through the silence, Shatter chains, break the ground, no more compliance, Take the power, forge a crown, we the defiance, Rage against the machine, this is our alliance.

I FEEL TRAPPED AND SNAPPED INTO A BOX AND I CANT SPEAK OR SCREAM AND I’M DREAMIN TO THINK IT WILL CHANGE AND BE BETTER LIKE A LETTER TO YOUR GIRL OR BOO WHEN YOU MISS THEM AND KISS THEM IN YOUR MIND WHEN THE HOLE TIME ITS JUST A DREAM AND AINT REAL BUT YOU PRETEND AND TAKE THE LEFTOVERS OF THE COLD MEAL HE SERVES NOT WHAT YOU DESERVE AND CANT BE HEARD ITS OBSURD TO TALK ABOUT IT BUT THIS AINT A TALKSHOW ABOUT SHIT THAT DONT MATTER THE SPLATTER OF WORDS AND FEELINGS THAT BOUNCE AROUND WITHOUT A PLAYGROUND AND NOBODY TO CATCH IT OR HUG IT AND SMILE IT JUST ROLLS DOWN THE ISLE NIKE THE NILE AND NOBODY GETS IT OR ENJOYS THE ESCAPE OF TIME OUT OF YOUR MIND WITH NO WORRIES OR FEAR OR RESPONSIBILITY OR SIMPLE JOY IN THE DIVERSITY IT CAN BE BUT LIKE DISCTRACTION OF ATTRACTION LUST CAN DISGUST AND MAKE YOU FEEL SICK YOU EVER HAD IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. SO BE CAREFUL OF THE MEAL YOU SERVE MAKE SURE ITS ONE THEY DESERVE OBSERVE AND DON’T BE DISTURBED IF THEY GET THEIR FRINK ON. nOW THAT I’M OLDER AND BOLDER AND A SOLDIER OF FRINK I LIKE TO THINK ABOUT THINGS THAT SING AND SPEW LIKE A DR PEPPER FLIP AND CLIP AND SIGH FROM BEING ALL BOTTLED UP AND CANT BREATHE OR SNEEZE CAUSE THE BREEZE AINT FRIENDLY IT EITHER MEAN OR GREEN NOT LIKE MR CLEAN MORE LIKE THE HULK AND GREEN AND MAD FOR WHATEVER REASON ITS THE SEASON OF SHRIMP AND RIP NOT THE FUN OF PIMP OR HIP HAPPENING IN THE BEDROOM INSTEAD ITS AN IGLOO OF COLD SHEETS AND DRY PILLOWS WHEN IT COULD BE A SLEW OF WET STAINS AND COVERS ON THE FLOOR INSTEAD OF BEING A BORE IN THE PRIVATE SPACE TRY BEING A HO IN YOUR MIND TASTE AND LET GO OF MY EGO. ITS MINE BUT I LIKE TO SHARE YOU CAN BITE IT OR LICK IT ANYWHERE AND WHAT STAYS AS A HAZY GLASS OF SMOKE AND AROMA OF DOPE ASS FUN IS BETWEEN US PRIVATE LIKE A PIRATE SNEAKING IN TO ROB A SHIP HES ON POINT OF LANDING A DREAM AND SEEM LIKE HES EXPERIENCED BUT HE AINT HE JUST LET GO AND LET HIMSELF DECIDE AND NOT HIDE EXCEPT FOR THAT LOUD ASS BIRD THAT GOES WITH HIM PUT IT IN A BOX AND SHUT IT FOR A MINUTE WHILE YOU’RE ALL UP IN IT. THATS YOUR MIND . AVOID THE DISCRETION OF SECRETION AND JUST OWN IT AND RUB IT OUT AND SIGH ON FLY LET IT GO AND KNOW ITS HOT TO BE THOUGHT OF WHEN YOU PLAY SO TEASE AND GREASE FOR YOU AND FOR THEM ITS A COMBO TRIP OF SLIDE AND GLIDE AND IMAGINE FASCINATION AND DOMINATION OR SUBMISSION TO THE TUNE OF THE CHEMISTRY OR CRUSTY SHEETS BETWEEN YOU OR THE SOUND OF LEAVING AND KNOWING THE DOOR CLOSED AND ALONE IN THE GREASE WITH THE BEAST ALL BY YOURSELF AGAIN.

[Verse] Tuition mein aayi, ban gayi drama queen, Topper banne ka natak, par dimag hai clean, Rattu tota banna, uski favorite scene, Sabse ladti hai, jaise koi movie mein mean. [Chorus] Aadat hai rote rehne ki, chhodti nahi act, Ratke sab batana, vo khud ko smart track, Ladki lene ki uski style, sabka kar deti attack, Kya karun, yeh kallo hai tuition ki hack. [Verse 2] Copy pages bhar le, par khudka zero plan, Formula ratti, par concept ki pehchaan? Dimaag toh ghode ka, par chala chalti baan, Batein MK Gandhi, par nature mein hai fan. [Chorus] Aadat hai rote rehne ki, chhodti nahi act, Ratke sab batana, vo khud ko smart track, Ladki lene ki uski style, sabka kar deti attack, Kya karun, yeh kallo hai tuition ki hack. [Bridge] Notes har ek ke, photocopy ka dhanda, Baatein toh Sikander, par skills hai sanda, Rote rote happy, virasat sambandha, Dekho, ratta master, anokhi ek danda. [Chorus] Aadat hai rote rehne ki, chhodti nahi act, Ratke sab batana, vo khud ko smart track, Ladki lene ki uski style, sabka kar deti attack, Kya karun, yeh kallo hai tuition ki hack.

Yo, Molly came through like a storm in my life, short in size but her vibe’s supersized. Curly brunette hair bouncing when she walks in the room, got me floating like I’m heading straight to the moon. From Moscow streets to the world stage, she’s got that spark like fire in a golden age. Sipping vodka with class, yeah, she handles it well, but don’t test her, man, she’ll knock you on your ass. Rocking that fur coat, cold as Siberia, but her smile keeps me warm, got me lost in hysteria. She’s got ambition in her veins, dancing in the rain, a little firecracker driving me insane. Molly, you’re the vibe, my Russian queen, making Moscow proud while you’re running the scene. Short but mighty, you’re a whirlwind flow; with you, life feels like a show, and I can’t let go

[Verse] Trigger finger itch, feelin' pernicious, Bars hit harder than a .45's vicious, Pistol packin’ words, every line's malicious, On the streets, message loud, ambitions audacious. [Verse 2] Metal to the temple, life on a hinge, Clips full of truths, they about to unhinge, Safety off, wisdom unlatched at the fringe, Every bullet curve, lyrical syringe. [Chorus] Rattlin' the chamber, echoes in the soul, Conflicts etched deep, where the truths patrol, Bang in the beats, the sound takes control, In this symphony of bullets, each verse leaves a hole. [Verse 3] Hollow points of knowledge, piercin’ the gray, Thoughts so sharp, cuttin’ through the fray, Words ain't hollow, packin’ truth all day, Got the arsenal ready, let the wisdom spray. [Verse 4] Clip full of metaphor, shots you can't dodge, Recoil of reality, no mirage, Ideas ricochet, connections enlarge, Bangin' out bars, leadin' the charge. [Chorus] Rattlin' the chamber, echoes in the soul, Conflicts etched deep, where the truths patrol, Bang in the beats, the sound takes control, In this symphony of bullets, each verse leaves a hole.

Plato’s Opening Verse Yo, I’m Plato, the philosopher king, Droppin’ wisdom so heavy, hear the echoes ring. From the shadows of the cave to the light of the sun, I’ve been shaping thought since philosophy begun. Justice, virtue—man, I’ve seen it all, Your logic’s thin, Ben, like a paper-thin wall. I debate with the dialectic, rise to the top, You just cherry-pick data and let your arguments flop. Ben Shapiro’s Response Alright, Plato, let’s break it down real fast, Facts don’t care ’bout feelings; the past is the past. Your forms? Abstract, no tangible proof, My logic cuts deep, here’s the cold, hard truth. You ramble on ideals, but the real world’s grim, I deal in hard facts, not ethereal whims. Your Republic’s flawed, authoritarian schemes, I’m the voice of reason; you’re lost in your dreams. Plato’s Rebuttal Ah, but Benjamin, your logic lacks soul, You speak of cold facts, but forget the whole. Without justice and virtue, society’s blind, I build utopias; you’re just wasting my time. You cling to rhetoric like it’s the ultimate might, But truth’s a higher plane, beyond left or right. Your capitalist dreams breed division and strife, While my ideals strive for a harmonious life. Ben Shapiro’s Rebuttal Harmony’s cute, but let’s keep it real, Human nature’s rugged—utopias appeal, But they crumble in practice; your logic’s frail, I’d shred your Republic like junk mail. The market’s efficient, incentives align, I deal in reality, your ideas decline. Freedom trumps your rigid, idealistic spree, The West thrives on liberty, not fantasy. Plato’s Closing I see your point, young Ben, but here’s the twist, The soul’s the essence; it cannot be missed. Without philosophy, man loses his way, Caught in the whirlwind of facts every day. Your freedom’s a tool, but wisdom’s the guide, A life without virtue’s an empty ride. So step back, reflect, before you dismiss, True knowledge begins when you question what is. Ben Shapiro’s Closing Question what is? I question it all, But your metaphysical framework’s bound to fall. Reason rules, and the data’s my creed, Your lofty ideals can’t match the speed. Debate’s over, Plato, the crowd’s on its feet, Facts won this battle, now take your seat. But hey, respect for paving the road, Even if your theories are starting to corrode.