Swervin

To be honest I think it’s crazy how some of you can’t see the vision Seems to me your creative sense has been held captive Behind bars of what others envision You need to be taught a lesson So your possessed perception can no longer pay attention and look outside these bounds now compel and listen I can say that I’m in the midst of progression No box finna be my playground I can say my pride is as big as my possessions Awoken in a high degree Acknowledged and Accepted High beams on to see the line clear Are you getting the big picture? Come here, grab the lense Are you seeing any clearer? That faulty sense of self claim Is deeply denied within the soul What kind of determination keeps you going For you it’s beyond unknown

To be honest I think it’s crazy how some of you can’t see the vision Seems to me your creative sense has been held captive Behind bars of what others envision You need to be taught a lesson So your possessed perception can no longer pay attention and look outside these bounds now compel and listen I can say that I’m in the midst of progression No box finna be my playground I can say my pride is as big as my possessions Awoken in a high degree Acknowledged and Accepted High beams on to see the line clear Are you getting the big picture? Come here, grab the lense Are you seeing any clearer? That faulty sense of self claim Is deeply denied within the soul What kind of determination keeps you going For you it’s beyond unknown

Meeexico, la concha de su madre, al fin la copa es nuestra, que chinguen a su madre, lloraban los ingleses, temblaban los franceses, y los argentinos… se quieren matar. Nos decían que nunca íbamos a llegar, que en octavos nos iban a bajar, pero aquí estamos, de pie como siempre, con huevos, con sangre, con furia en la frente. Brasil se cagó, Alemania comió, a España la hicimos mierda, y en la final… Italia corrió, México es campeón del mundo, hijos de puta, respétenlo. Meeexico, la concha de su madre, al fin la copa es nuestra, que chinguen a su madre, lloraban los ingleses, temblaban los franceses, y los argentinos… se quieren matar. Desde el barrio hasta el Azteca, desde Tepito hasta Monterrey, somos la banda más loca, la que deja todo por verlos ganar. No importa si llueve, no importa si truena, con chelas, con humo, con fiesta y peleas, México grita, la hinchada se prende, y ahora el mundo nos ve como reyes. ¡Vamo’, vamo’, vamo’, México! ¡Vamo’, vamo’, vamo’, cabrón! ¡Que esta banda nunca abandona! ¡Y que el mundo chupe un montón! Meeexico, la concha de su madre, al fin la copa es nuestra, que chinguen a su madre, lloraban los ingleses, temblaban los franceses, y los argentinos… se quieren matar.

(Verse 1) They said I wouldn’t make it, now they wish they never lied, I was hustling in silence, but they left me in the tide, Now I’m climbing up the ladder, and I’m leaving them behind, All the times they tried to break me, man, it’s clear they’re blind. I’ve been fighting with my demons, every day I’m on the grind, But they’d rather see me broken, they don’t care about my mind, So I’m spitting fire, burning bridges, burning all the lies, Taking all their doubts and flipping them to something that survives. (Chorus) I’m done with all the fakes, yeah, I’m cutting all the ties, You’re out here spreading hate, I’m out here chasing life. No more playing nice, I’m done with all the lies, I’ve been looking at the sky, but it’s time to realize— I’ll never stop, I’ll never drop, this anger’s my drive. (Verse 2) They said I’d never get it, but they didn’t see my fight, Had to carve a path alone, now I’m shining in the night, Yeah, I’m breaking down the barriers, tearing up the fright, You can’t touch me with your hate, I’m just a spark, I’m alight. I’ve been battling the system, battling my own mind, But now I’m learning how to live, instead of letting time slide, Anger’s turning into power, no more sitting at the side, I’m ready to take over, man, no more running from the tide. (Chorus) I’m done with all the fakes, yeah, I’m cutting all the ties, You’re out here spreading hate, I’m out here chasing life. No more playing nice, I’m done with all the lies, I’ve been looking at the sky, but it’s time to realize— I’ll never stop, I’ll never drop, this anger’s my drive. (Bridge) And if you think I’m falling, you don’t know me at all, I’ll rise higher than you ever thought, watch me stand tall. This fire inside is everything I’ve got, The anger’s fuel for what I’ve fought, no way I’ll ever stop. (Outro) I’m done being silent, you won’t see me back down, The anger’s my armor, it’s how I claim this crown. So here’s to the fight, here’s to the sound, I’m taking what’s mine, I’ll never drown.

“वायरल बनाना है” (Viral Banana Hai) [इंट्रो] सुन भाई, चलो कुछ नया करते, जो दिल से निकले, वो सबको जोड़ते। बीट भारी, लिरिक्स शॉट्स जैसे गोली, ये मेरा गेम, अब मैं हूं कहानी। [वर्स 1] हाथ में माइक, सपना बड़ा, सड़कों पे पैदा, आसमान मेरा। शब्दों से खेलूं, सच को दिखाऊं, ये फेक वाली दुनिया को शीशा दिखाऊं। “वायरल बनाना है”, सोच बड़ी मेरी, गांव से शहर तक गूंजे आवाज मेरी। टिकटॉक, इंस्टा, हर जगह छा जाऊं, मेरी बीट सुन, सब नाचने को आ जाएं। (हुक) वायरल बनाना है, गेम चेंज करना है, जो सोया है, उसे जगाना है। बीट पे चढ़, सबको झुमाना है, सपनों को अपने अब सच बनाना है। [वर्स 2] दुनिया बोले, तू नहीं कर पाएगा, मैं कहूं, देख भाई, वक्त दिखाएगा। बीट मेरी बूम, लिरिक्स मेरी फायर, सोशल मीडिया पे छा जाए मेरा हर वायर। “फॉलो करो” नहीं, मैं दिल जीत लूंगा, जो सुन ले मेरा गाना, वो रीप्ले पे घूमेंगा। सच्चाई का टैग, ये रैप पे सवार, हर लाइन मेरी, लगे जैसे हथियार। (हुक) वायरल बनाना है, गेम चेंज करना है, जो सोया है, उसे जगाना है। बीट पे चढ़, सबको झुमाना है, सपनों को अपने अब सच बनाना है। [ब्रिज] भाई-भाई करते सब, पर पीठ पीछे वार, मैं सीधा चलता, मेरे दिल में प्यार। फेक वाली चीजों से मैं दूर ही रहता, सच की आवाज हूं, मेरा हक ये कहता। मेरी पेन की स्याही में आग बसी है, बीट पे मेरी क्रांति की तस्वीर खिंची है। हर गली, हर चौक में, मेरा नाम हो, लोग कहें, “यार, यही तो असली काम हो!” [आउट्रो] अब बीट खतम, पर कहानी शुरू है, जो सुनेगा ये रैप, वो बोलेगा, “मूड है!” “वायरल बनाना है” मेरा इरादा है, हर दिल, हर प्लेटफॉर्म मेरा वादा है।

“बाईस का खेल” (Bais Ka Khel) [इंट्रो] ये कहानी मेरी, तेरी, हर एक की है, बाईस की उम्र, जब हौसले थके, पर जिंदा ख्वाब है। बेस गहरी, बीट भारी, ये जिंदगी का गेम है, सुन मेरी जुबानी। [वर्स 1] सड़कें काली, रास्ते वीरान, ख्वाबों का शहर, पर जेब में तानाशाह। सुबह से रात तक बस दौड़ता मैं, मंजिल पास नहीं, फिर भी ठहरता कहाँ। दुश्मन ये हालात, पर मैं भी जिद्दी, दिल में आग लिए, बनूं अपनी विधि। हां, हर कदम पे चोट है, पर गिर के उठना ही असली जोश है। (हुक) ये बाईस का खेल है, लड़ाई हर रोज़, दिल में जोश, पर दिमाग में सोच। बेगैरत हालात, पर मैं न हार मानूं, सपने जिंदा हैं, मैं उन्हें पहचान दूं। [वर्स 2] आस-पास नकली रिश्तों का शोर, हक़ीक़त में खड़े कुछ गिने-चुने लोग। तन्हाई में मिलता खुद से सुकून, मेरा दर्द ही अब बना मेरा जूनून। सिस्टम से लड़ना, खुद से भी जंग, छोटे शहर का लड़का, बड़े सपनों के संग। माइक पकड़े हाथ, बेस बनती मेरी ताकत, हर लाइन में छिपा मेरा दर्द और हिम्मत। (हुक) ये बाईस का खेल है, लड़ाई हर रोज़, दिल में जोश, पर दिमाग में सोच। बेगैरत हालात, पर मैं न हार मानूं, सपने जिंदा हैं, मैं उन्हें पहचान दूं। [ब्रिज] सपने मेरे हैं, पर ये दुनिया के खिलाफ, सोचते हैं सब, मैं कैसे करूं इनको साफ़। हाथों में कलम, बीट पे कहानी, मेरे शब्द हैं मेरे हथियार, सुन मेरी बानी। खुद की पहचान खुद बनानी पड़ेगी, जो पसीना बहे, वही कहानी जलेगी। ये जिंदगी का बीट, और मैं हूं रैपर, चाहे दुनिया रुक जाए, मैं बनूं क्लैपर। [आउट्रो] ये खेल है जिंदगी, मैं खिलाड़ी हूं इसमें, हार नहीं मानूंगा, जब तक सांस है सीने। बाईस का ये दौर है, पर आगे मैं देखूंगा, ज़िंदगी के इस गाने में, जीत अपनी लिखूंगा।

**Verse 1:** Yo, listen up, I got a message for the so-called king Kendrick Lamar, the fake conscious rapper, always singin' About black empowerment, but he's just a puppet on strings Dancin' for the industry, makin' hits that don't mean a thing He thinks he's deep, but he's just a superficial fake Talkin' 'bout Compton, but he ain't never been in the stake **Chorus:** Kendrick Lamar, you're a joke, a fake to the game Think you're above the law, but you're just playin' by their claim You're not the voice of the people, you're just a mouthpiece for sale Makin' music that reinforces the status quo, what a fail **Verse 2:** From "Good Kid" to "DAMN.", he's been on a decline Makin' songs that sound like they were written by an algorithm and a rhyme He's lost his edge, his flow is whack, his message is stale Just another industry plant, tryin' to make a sale And don't even get me started on his live shows Just him standin' there, lookin' like a constipated hoe **Chorus:** Kendrick Lamar, you're a joke, a fake to the game Think you're above the law, but you're just playin' by their claim You're not the voice of the people, you're just a mouthpiece for sale Makin' music that reinforces the status quo, what a fail **Verse 3:** Kendrick Lamar, you're a bitch ass trick Think you're above the game, but you're just a flicker of sick You can keep your Grammy's and your critical acclaim I'll take authenticity over your fabricated fame You can keep rapping about racism and oppression too But until you take action and put your money where your mouth is boo **Outro:** You're just another capitalist piggybacking off black pain Tryna profit from our struggle while we still remain in chains

Here's a diss rap song: **Title:** "The King is a Joke" **Verse 1:** Yo, listen up, I got a message for the so-called king Kendrick Lamar, the fake conscious rapper, always singin' About black empowerment, but he's just a puppet on strings Dancin' for the industry, makin' hits that don't mean a thing He thinks he's deep, but he's just a superficial fake Talkin' 'bout Compton, but he ain't never been in the stake **Chorus:** Kendrick Lamar, you're a joke, a fake to the game Think you're above the law, but you're just playin' by their claim You're not the voice of the people, you're just a mouthpiece for sale Makin' music that reinforces the status quo, what a fail **Verse 2:** From "Good Kid" to "DAMN.", he's been on a decline Makin' songs that sound like they were written by an algorithm and a rhyme He's lost his edge, his flow is whack, his message is stale Just another industry plant, tryin' to make a sale And don't even get me started on his live shows Just him standin' there, lookin' like a constipated hoe **Chorus:** Kendrick Lamar, you're a joke, a fake to the game Think you're above the law, but you're just playin' by their claim You're not the voice of the people, you're just a mouthpiece for sale Makin' music that reinforces the status quo, what a fail **Verse 3:** Kendrick Lamar, you're a bitch ass trick Think you're above the game, but you're just a flicker of sick You can keep your Grammy's and your critical acclaim I'll take authenticity over your fabricated fame You can keep rapping about racism and oppression too But until you take action and put your money where your mouth is boo **Outro:** You're just another capitalist piggybacking off black pain Tryna profit from our struggle while we still remain in chains

Cómo el malo del partido Solo me colocaste Yo con Tigo quería todo Y yo creyendo que lo arruine Que era igual que to' los hombres Lo repetidas cada vez Y yo creyendo en tus palabras Te seguía la corriente Dijiste que yo era el indicado, pero todo era mentira. Solo otro peón en tu juego Tu jugaste con mi risa no lo puedo negar un amor que se volvió amargo y un corazón que cayó al mar Pensé que lo teníamos todo, Y me quedé sin nada mas pero solo me engañaste Me dejaste en la oscuridad, con un corazón ahora entre lágrimas y maldad Muy roto lo dejaste no me vengas A buscar Si me llegue a enamorar Y ahora lo que hago Es pensarte y no llorar Lo que no puedo es odiarte Por qué te llegue a amar Pero que puedo hacer levantarme Y caminar Solo darte apoyo y que No te vayan a traicionar Pero cuando lo hagan No me vengas a buscar Porque lo que perdiste No lo podrás encontrar Tus palabras fueron dulce veneno, un abrazo mortal Susurraste secretos Y no hacía más que escuchar, Pensé que tenía tu corazón, pero era sólo un espectáculo Me engañaste sin razón Me dices que te use Y en mis prioridades yo te puse No lo digas corazón La venganza es lo más dulce Y de ti yo me reire Cuando te des cuenta De el lugar donde el te puso Que te quizo de su Juguete que cuando el Quiera darle uso Me pusiste en un estrangulamiento, no puedo escapar del dolor. Lo quería todo contigo, pero mi ego me cego Pensé que lo había arruinado, como todos los demás, un estribillo familiar Pero te tomaste tu tiempo y yo fundido en un cuento Todas tus palabras solo se las Llevo el viento El fuego que teníamos, las llamas que solían arder. Pero ahora me quedan cenizas y una lección que aprender. Ahora me queda recoger los pedazos y verlos irse Por qué lo que sentía por ti Me vale verga lo perdiste Todas tus promesas se fueron al carajo No importa lo que me digas Ni aunque vengas rogando Yo solo te diré Te llevo la que te trajo

Mommy said, *"Sanja, can you do my son dirty?"* Didn’t even ask me, now that’s kinda hurtin’ I woke up fresh, feelin’ real fly But little did I know, man, today I’d cry I went in town, rockin’ blue coral Feelin’ like a king, man, life was normal Stepped in the shop, heard the clippers hummin’ Looked at my barber, knew trouble was comin’ Oh no, oh no, she did me wrong! Took my style, now my hair is gone I said, *"Mom, why you do me like that?"* Now I gotta rock this uneven patch Sanja smiled, said, *"Kid, take a seat"* I tried to protest, but I faced defeat The clippers buzzed, my fate was sealed Now my fresh fade? Man, it disappeared! I looked in the mirror, wanted to scream My hair was my pride, now it’s just a dream Mom stood there smilin’, sayin’, *"You look so clean!"* But deep inside, I just wanted to leave Oh no, oh no, she did me wrong! Took my style, now my hair is gone I said, *"Mom, why you do me like that?"* Now I gotta rock this uneven patch Now I wear a hat, tryna hide the shame Told my barber, *"Sanja, you’re to blame!"* But deep down I know, it wasn’t just fate Mom did me dirty, now I gotta wait…

Brr, haha Luise Luise Dilan Hasta La Muerte, Franki Uah ¿Qué tengo que hacer Pa' que tú me desbloquie? Franki, dime qué tengo que hacer He said, "Ardida" Tú ere' una ardia Y tú ere' ardidita Franki, no te vaya' Desbloqueame-eh Tú ere' una ardida Y tú ere' ardidita Franki, no te vaya' Ardidin-eh-eh Oh oh oh oh Sé que me extraña' Oh oh oh oh Tú en mi cama Franki, tú ere' mala Tú en mi cama Franki, no te vaya' desbloqueame-eh, uah ¿Qué tengo que hacer Pa' que tú me desbloquees? Franki, ¿dime qué tengo que hacer Pa' que tú me desbloquies? Uah ¿Qué tengo que hacer (bebé) Pa' que tú me desbloquie? (bebé) franki, ¿dime qué tengo que hacer (que hacer) Pa' que tú desbloquie? (ardidin) Yo voy con lo' diablo' pa' allá Ven con tus amigas pa' acá Rebota esas nalga' pa' acá Y nos vamo' y nos comemo' allá (allá) Yo voy con los diablo pa' allá, pa' allá (ardida) Baby, ven con tus amigas pa' acá, pa' acá (ardida) Rebota esas nalga' pa' atrá', pa' atrá' (pa' allá) Y nos vamo' y nos comemo' allá (allá) Baby, tú ere' mala Tú en mi cama Franki, no te vayas Devórame-eh, uah Tú ere' una ardida Y tú ere' mala franki, no te vaya' desbloqueame-eh Oh oh oh oh (beibifrank) Bebiendo baila Oh oh oh oh ardida en mi cama Dos mil, Louboutin los tacone' (tacone') Ella se emborracha y en cuatro se pone (se pone) Y siempre me pide que no la traicione (jaja) Y siempre lo hacemo', pero sin condone', eh-eh Y se me trepa encima Y 'tá to' moja'o el clima Y con la perla yo voy pa' encima (uah) Y me dice, "qué rico tú me lastimas", uah Sudando y bailándome (eh-eh) Caliente y tocándome (eh-eh) Y ella no para de beber (beber) Y adentro 'e ti yo vo' a enloquecer Tú ere' una ardida Y tú ere' mala franki, no te vaya' ardida-ah franki, tú ere' mala Tú en mi cama franki, no te vaya' Devórame-eh (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) puta Hasta La Muerte, Franki Puta Hasta La Muerte, Franki Uah Mera, dime luise, lo' Intocable', lo' Illuminati Brr, Dilan Uah, uah ardidita ardi-ardidita