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मैं भारत हूँ, मेरी पहचान, सदियों से जिंदा, अडिग मेरी जान। सपनों की धरती, वीरों की भूमि, पर अपनों ने ही मुझे तोड़ा हर क्षण। (Pre-Chorus) बिकते अख़बार, झूठी कहानियाँ, सच को दबाती ये मजबूरियां। कोई यहाँ राजा, कोई फ़कीर, पर हर कोई बेचता है तक़दीर। (Chorus – Hook 🎶) मैं भारत हूँ, मैं माटी की सदा हूँ, झूठ की आंधी में सच की जलती लौ हूँ। मैं भारत हूँ, मुझे गिरने न दो, मैं भारत हूँ, मुझे बिकने न दो! (Verse 2) राजनीति के रंग हैं गहरे काले, वादों की चादर में हैं कितने छाले। कुर्सी की भूख में सब खो गया, जनता का सपना भी सो गया। (Bridge – Emotional Shift 🎵) कानून की आँखें बंद पड़ी, सड़कों पे रौंदी गई उम्मीदें। माँ गंगा रोए, नदियाँ सिसकें, क्यों बहाए जहर हमारी तक़दीरें? (Chorus – Hook 🎶) मैं भारत हूँ, मैं मिट्टी की गूंज हूँ, सच के नगाड़े की पहली धुन हूँ। मैं भारत हूँ, मुझे तोड़ने न दो, मैं भारत हूँ, मुझे रोने न दो! (Outro – Hopeful Ending 🎵🔥) पर अब भी ज़िंदा हूँ, हर नई सोच में, सच की मशाल लिए हर युवा जोश में। बदलेंगे कल को, मिटाएँगे कालिख, फिर से चमकेगा, मेरा हिंदुस्तान!

**Asylum Chronicles: Streets of Fire** Yo, yo, I'm back in the booth, ain’t no need for introduction, They call it Asylum RP, it’s the real-life eruption, Where the Bloods bang red, Yakuza slicing through the night, Ballers rollin’ deep, lost in the fight for the right. Grove Street Families, stayin’ strong in the block, Vagos on the corner, keepin’ watch, tick-tock, Lost MC ridin’ hard, like they own the whole scene, Vikings marchin’ in, killin’ it like kings and queens. Yo, the Cartel’s movin’ weight, they don’t play it discreet, Every heist a test, gotta be quick on your feet, EMS, they rush in, tryin’ to save the day, While the PD rollin’ deep, takin' lives in their sway. Chorus: In this asylum, the shadows creep, Where the gangsters lurk and the secrets keep, Roll the dice, make a move, no retreat, In these streets of fire, hear the heartbeat. Life’s a gamble, stakes high like a dream, Civilians caught up in this never-ending scheme, They hustle, they struggle, just to find a way out, But the sirens keep blarin’, turnin' whispers to shouts. In the alleys, we rise, yeah, we dance with the night, Every corner, every block, it’s a lyrical fight, From heists to the grind, man, we all play our roles, In the chaos of life, we’re just searchin’ for souls. Chorus: In this asylum, the shadows creep, Where the gangsters lurk and the secrets keep, Roll the dice, make a move, no retreat, In these streets of fire, hear the heartbeat. I got scars to prove it, this life ain't for the weak, In a world built on chaos, it’s the truth that we speak, From the highs to the lows, we all take a stand, In this Asylum we call home, forever we demand. So listen up, kid, take a lesson from the code, In the streets, in the dark, carry the load, With the blood, sweat, and tears, we keep climbing higher, In this Asylum RP, we’re the flames of the fire. Yeah, Asylum Chronicles, can you feel the heat? With every verse I spit, I’m owning this beat, Through the laughter and the pain, we’ll find a way, In this concrete jungle, we’re livin’ for today.

"It’s lonely at the top, huh? When you built the whole house on lies. No foundation, no bricks, no spine. This the eulogy, this the wake… Welcome to your funeral, Aubrey." You talk like a boss, but you read from a script, No ink in your pen, but your pockets still thick. Quentin gave you lines, you ain't edit a bit, Now you flexin’ like the goat? Man, get off that trip. Boy, your image too clean, gotta hide the dirt, No scars, no wounds, where’s the pain in your verse? I bled for this, every bar I spit, You let the label dress you up and hand you hits. All that money in the bank, but you bankrupt still, A rented legacy, no classic feel. You play the long game, tryna dodge the real, But I see through the smoke, I know what’s concealed. No pen, no pain, no truth, no gain, Platinum plaques but your soul still stained. Top spot but you lost in the game, Charts can’t measure when the streets don’t bang. Numbers don’t lie, but they don’t mean much, When the art ain't real and the love ain't trust. Singing to the women just to dodge that smoke, How you rap like a wolf but you move like a ghost? Every album sound the same, ain't no range in your aim, Take the same old flow, put a new name, Boy, you industry-built, not a king in this reign, A prince with a crown that was bought, not gained. A popstar’s heart with a rapper’s disguise, You dance ‘round the truth while you monetize lies. I see through the Act, I ain't talkin' no play, You the main character in the fakest parade. No pen, no pain, no truth, no gain, Platinum plaques but your soul still stained. Top spot but you lost in the game, Charts can’t measure when the streets don’t bang. Meek aired you out, you just laughed on cue, Pusha pulled your card, had you callin' your crew. A son in the dark, till the light exposed, Man, the truth hit hard when the mask unfolds. You run from the real, boy, stay in your lane, You got shooters online, I got shooters with aim. You play the victim, then switch up the frame, It’s a game to you, but to us it’s your grave. You duckin’ that smoke, you scared of the fade, You buy your respect, but the debt ain't paid. Your name in the books, but your soul ain't saved, This the last supper—now bow to your grave. "I hear the whispers, the crying, the doubt… This what happens when you build your house on the sand. No pen, no pain, no legacy… no more."

Rylan, Rylan, so quik to agree, He's got no opinions, just echoes to see. He borrows thoughts like a library book, And claims them as his own, with a crooked hook! His mind's a mirror, reflecting what's said, No original ideas, just a borrowed thread. He's a parrot of opinions, squawking with glee, But when asked to think deep, he's as dry as can be! So here's to Rylan, the king of the band, A follower of thoughts, never taking a stand. May his echoes be loud, and his opinions be bright, But until he thinks for himself, he'll just be a copycat in flight!

Listen Doc, can we talk? I’ve got a lot on my mind. Got a minute? Your next patient? Oh, no doc, he’s fine. Look, I’ll make it quick, as long as you don’t mind. You’ve got a whole five minutes before you’re running behind. Looking in the mirror scares me, I can’t feel my soul, I’m empty. Can you lose your soul? Is that possible? Help me out here, Doc, I’m losing control. It’s like my identity dissolved, Up and left me with jack. That’s why I came to you, You’ll help me find my way back. I wasn’t always in such a bad place, Genetics, that’s who to blame. It was a matter of time, Doc, But it’d always end just the same. I miss the old me, remember her? She’s gone, I don’t know how, Yeah she left in a hurry. When was that? A year ago now. I wish she were here, cause, She’d know just what to do But she’s not here, is she Doc? So I guess we’re both screwed. But you can fix me, right? Of course you can! Give it to me straight Doc, what’s the game plan? A trial drug? Tell me, Doc, have any test users died? Seventy-one? Man, I don’t know Doc, luck’s really not on my side. Is that what this is? You want to admit me to some bed? Lose the condescending tone you use to mess with my head. You’re just some self-righteous shrink who thinks he’s my savior, But I’m not some fucking checklist of textbook behaviors Yes, Doc, I’m aware you’re an expert in mental health, No, Doc, I’ve never harmed others or myself. Maybe I don’t have your fancy degrees, Your silver-spoon, Harvard-grad P.H.D.s Geniuses don’t exactly come from my family tree, And I’m just a crazy bitch who calls it like she sees. But if you pull your head from your ass, I think you’ll agree. The reverse-psychology shit you pull won’t work on me. I know I’m insane, you diagnosed me months ago! Your notes? I’ve gotta place to stick ‘em, you won’t like it tho.

Villarreal on the game, Burroni got the flame, We expose the system, remember our names! They told you buy, buy, buy Now your money’s all gone, Working nine to five Just to barely hold on. They printing that cash while you breaking your ass Working all night, don't see day-light Trapped in the game, at the end, you wont like." Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Ray-ban on their eyes. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Money in their arms, money in their hands. We all want to buy, but not not all want to act right. government wants our cash, now I’m in the ash They, promised us wealth, but inflation destroyed our health The leaders are planning they're making the rules, They promised relief but they knew they would fail, Rich people get the money while we're treated like fools. Raise the rates, force that spend, Then blame inflation when it doesn't end. Another bailout but no checks in the mail. They pushing the markets they playing the game, They winning the money we were stuck in shame. They print that money they tell you to spend Buy, own, show it off Happiness is granted, it is all you need A hollow joy, a broken mind, the only thing your missing is the latest phone. Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Ray-ban on their eyes. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Money in their arms, money in their hands. We all want to buy, but not not all want to act right. government wants our cash, now I’m in the ash They, promised us wealth, but inflation destroyed our health

Tu falou foi do Cartier Mais não sabe que o Cartier te amassa no beat Seja trap seja rap as tuas rimas só me aquece Tu tá pior que o tempo de acréscimos Espero só o dia que tu venha aqui Vou te fazer sumir Tu vai ver oq significa abrir E não é abril Tu apanhou e ficou vazio Não fala de trap nem rap Pq tu nem sabe oq é Ciao em Italiano O Cartier te destrói nessa base E tua mina acha isso insano Ei im Fly Sono sempre in para Aspetto solo il mio ft con marra Voglio stare bene ma anche fare del bene Ora fammi spazio che sto per decolare Attento boy che sto per arrivare Sto pensando al mio cane Si mi fa ancora male Non so più come farmi aiutare E mi fanno sbagliare Tu falou foi do Cartier Mais não sabe que o Cartier te amassa no beat Seja trap seja rap as tuas rimas só me aquece Tu tá pior que o tempo de acréscimos Espero só o dia que tu venha aqui Vou te fazer sumir Tu vai ver oq significa abrir E não é abril Tu apanhou e ficou vazio Não fala de trap nem rap Pq tu nem sabe oq é Ciao em Italiano O Cartier te destrói nessa base E tua mina acha isso insano

(Verse 1) Load it up, press the start, Sounds like thunder, broke apart. Spinnin’ slow, then it stops, What’s this error? Man, I’m lost! (Pre-Chorus) Suds lock, unbalanced load, Shakin’ walls, ‘bout to explode! Ain’t no cycle, ain’t no spin, Guess it’s time to rage again! (Chorus) **F*** this washer, throw it out,** **Kicking, screaming, twist and shout!** **Unbalanced? I don’t care,** **This junk machine is past repair!** (Verse 2) Too much soap, flood the floor, Neighbors knockin’ at my door. Tub is slappin’, bearings fried, Ain’t no fix, this thing just died! (Pre-Chorus) Suds lock, unbalanced load, Shakin’ walls, ‘bout to explode! Ain’t no cycle, ain’t no spin, Guess it’s time to rage again! (Chorus) **F*** this washer, throw it out,** **Kicking, screaming, twist and shout!** **Unbalanced? I don’t care,** **This junk machine is past repair!** (Bridge) Tilt it back, drop it down, Let it bounce right off the ground! Drum is loose, wires fried, Guess this washer just complied! (Outro) Ain’t no cycle, ain't no beep, Ain’t no washer left to keep. Ain’t no spin, ain’t no drain, Guess I’ll never wash again!

Look—fuck bein’ broke, rather choke on a shell, Bury me deep ‘fore I rot in this hell. Livin’ off crumbs, ain't a goddamn option, So I’m cockin’ this Glock, leave ‘em red like a toxin. Came from the sewer where the rats run laps, Where the fiends sell dreams just to relapse fast. Law don’t exist when your stomach’s on E, Put the piece to his teeth, make ‘em talk with the heat. See, I ain’t got patience, I ain't got time, All I got’s rage and a fucked-up mind. Pull up on fate like “run me my shit,” Got blood in my eyes and a blade on my hip. Fuck a favor, I ain’t askin’ for help, I’ma make ‘em all pay, let ‘em bask in the shells. This ain't no sob story—this is war, If money’s the motive, then open that door!

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