exigency

"Il faut... il faut... vite... mur..." Couplet 1: Yo, dans le monde des granulats, y'a un type qui nous mène la vie dure Un consultant, un pro de la chienne, qui nous fait tourner en bourrique Il balance ses "il faut" comme des cailloux dans une bétonnière "Il faut aller vite", "on va droit dans le mur", c'est sa litanie Du sable, du gravier, du tout-venant, du stérile, il veut tout et tout de suite Mais son stress, il nous le transmet, et ça crée des tensions, c'est pas du gâteau ! Refrain: Consultant, consultant, toujours à nous mettre la pression Avec tes phrases toutes faites, t'es une vraie obsession "Il faut", "vite", "mur", c'est ton refrain préféré T'as pas l'air de comprendre, qu'on a besoin de respirer ! Couplet 2: Il parle de "problèmes", de "catastrophes", il aime bien dramatiser Il nous met les uns contre les autres, c'est sa spécialité "C'est énorme", "c'est catastrophique", il exagère à mort Il oublie qu'on est une équipe, et qu'on a besoin de s'apporter Pont: On bosse dans le BTP, c'est pas de la tarte Mais avec toi, c'est encore plus dur à avaler Tes méthodes, tes phrases, ça nous use les nerfs On aurait préféré un collègue, plutôt qu'un perturbateur Refrain: Consultant, consultant, toujours à nous mettre la pression Avec tes phrases toutes faites, t'es une vraie obsession "Il faut", "vite", "mur", c'est ton refrain préféré T'as pas l'air de comprendre, qu'on a besoin de respirer ! Outro: Scratch : "Enorme... catastrophique... pas le choix..."

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(Verse 1) Yo, Ziv, comin' up short—literally, though, Barely see you in the crowd, bro, where’d you go? You’re tiny like your game, your presence is whack, Step up to me, you’ll get crushed on this track. And what’s that smell? Oh, that must be you, Rollin’ through the block like a garbage crew. Deodorant’s a thing, man, give it a shot, You reek so bad, plants in your path just rot. (Chorus) Ziv, you’re small, you stink, no doubt, The air clears up when you step out. Short fuse, no style, it’s all a mess, This diss right here just laid you to rest. (Verse 2) Ziv’s so short, he can’t reach the bar, Even when I set it low, he’s stuck where he are. Smellin’ like a skunk, bro, what’s the deal? Your hygiene’s a myth; it’s barely real. Small stature, but your ego’s big, Walkin’ around like you own the gig. Nah, Ziv, you’re just a passing breeze, But the stink you leave? That’s a disease. (Bridge) Man, Ziv, it’s time for a change, A shower, a scrub—yeah, rearrange. Can’t mask the stench, can’t grow the height, But maybe, just maybe, you’ll fix it tonight. (Chorus) Ziv, you’re small, you stink, no doubt, The air clears up when you step out. Short fuse, no style, it’s all a mess, This diss right here just laid you to rest. (Outro) So, Ziv, take notes, learn from the best, This game ain’t yours—consider it a test. Short, smelly, and lost, that’s your lane, This diss just sealed your hall of shame. Mic dropped. 🎤

Yo, Haze, step back, you ain't ready for this, Short stack with glasses? Man, you’re easy to diss. Bald head shining like a beacon of defeat, Soundin’ like a kid when you try to bring the heat. What’s the deal, Haze? Your vibe’s all wrong, Voice cracks hittin’ every word in your song. Lookin’ like a librarian, lost in the game, You’re a placeholder here, I’m the one with the name. (Chorus) Haze, you’re short, you’re weak, can’t compete, Bald dome, tiny tone—take a seat. Step to the mic? Nah, you’re out of your league, I’m droppin’ bars; you’re droppin’ fatigue. (Verse 2) Haze, you’re see-through, like your name implies, No presence, no power—just empty tries. Your voice sounds prepubescent, like a cartoon, While I’m droppin’ bombs, you’re stuck hummin’ tunes. Think you’re smart? Those glasses don’t help, Still can’t see the L you’re takin’ for yourself. Bald and small, yeah, a rough combination, I’m takin’ you down, no hesitation. (Bridge) Man, Haze, you’re a lightweight fight, No height, no bite, just wrong in the light. This ain’t your lane; better switch your route, Before I end this game with a single shout. (Chorus) Haze, you’re short, you’re weak, can’t compete, Bald dome, tiny tone—take a seat. Step to the mic? Nah, you’re out of your league, I’m droppin’ bars; you’re droppin’ fatigue. (Outro) Haze, this diss is your final call, Little voice, no hair, and you’re way too small. Fade to the back; your time is done, This track just proved who’s number one. Mic dropped. 🎤

It’s December 12th, she’s turning seventeen A girl full of dreams, but caught in between The books on her desk and the world in her head Trying to balance the life she’s been led With the smiles that she gives, so bright and so wide Hiding the tears that she can’t seem to hide Her parents don’t see, she’s doing her best But the weight on her heart is too much for her chest She’s got that charm, the way she lights up the room But inside, she’s fading, consumed by the gloom She’s trying to make everyone proud, every day But on her birthday, the world just turns away Oh, she’s trying to fly, but the sky’s so high Dreams of the future, but she’s asking why She wants to be perfect, to make them all proud But in all of the noise, she’s lost in the crowd She loves her friends, but she needs them to stay To support her heart, to help light the way Her parents, they care, but they don’t always see The girl she’s becoming, the one she wants to be She wants to be more than just books and grades A life of balance, where her dreams don’t fade Extracurriculars call, but time slips away She’s trying to shine, but she’s caught in the fray Her parents, they’re cool, they mean well, it’s true But sometimes their love feels too far from view She’s an only child, learning to stand on her own Finding strength in the silence, in being alone She’s learned to be strong, but she’s fragile inside She doesn’t need anyone, but she needs them by her side She knows she’s enough, but it’s hard to believe When the world’s expectations make her grieve She’ll find her own way, in her own time And learn to be happy, just as she shines Oh, she's holding it all, but she’s losing her grip Trying to please, but it’s making her slip Wants to be happy, but the world says "no" The harder she tries, the more she lets go Her heart is a puzzle, pieces scattered and torn On her 17th birthday, she feels so alone But she’s chasing a dream, that’s not hers to keep Fighting for smiles, but she’s falling so deep The studies pile up, like mountains so tall She’s giving it all, but it’s never enough for them all Her parents, they’re angry, don’t understand She’s drowning in deadlines, but she had plans To make them all proud, to show she’s the best But her heart’s breaking, and she’s lost in the quest She wears a mask, hides the pain in her eyes But inside she's screaming, she’s ready to cry She wants to be perfect, she wants to fit in But all she’s left with is a storm within What if she let go? What if she just breathed? What if happiness was something she could achieve? Without the weight of the world on her back Without the pressure to always stay on track Maybe then she'd see, she's enough as she is She doesn’t need to be perfect to feel bliss On her 17th birthday, she’ll learn to let go She’s more than her grades, more than what they know She’ll find her own happiness, no matter the cost And find that the girl inside is never truly lost.

(Verse 1) Dharti hai humari maa, isse mat rulana, Pedh katoge toh saansein kahan se laana? Plastic se nadiyan ho rahi hai gandi, Bachane ka waqt hai, na bano ab andhi. Har boond bachao, yeh paani hai anmol, Kal ki duniya ke liye yeh sabse bada goal. Chalo uth jao, kuch kadam uthao, Dharti ko bachane ka vaada nibhayo. (Chorus) Hawa ko saaf rakh, dhuaan mat phailana, Bhavishya bachane ka waada hai nibhana. Urja bachao, solar apnao, Har chhota kadam bada asar dikhayega. (Bridge) Milke banayenge duniya ko green, Koshish se aayegi naye sapno ki scene. Registan na bane humare yeh shehar, Aaj hi sambhalo, tabhi hoga sunder pehar. (Outro) Sab saath aao, awaaz uthao, Dharti ko bachane ki kasam dilwao. Yeh ghar hai humara, pyaar se sajana, Kal ka suraj hasega, bas yeh dikhana.

Yo, Shatgi, better step aside, Tryna roll with me, but you can't ride. Think you're a boss, but you're just too slow, Out of breath, man, after one flow. They call you heavyweight, but it’s not in the ring, More like heavyweight in the burger king. Stackin' up plates like you’re buildin’ a tower, Out here, I’m flexin’, you’re losin’ power. (Chorus) Shatgi, can’t keep the pace, Chasin’ your dreams, but you lost the race. Big man, small moves, that’s your brand, Step to me, bro? You don’t understand. (Verse 2) You’re rollin’ up like a boulder downhill, But when it comes to rap, you ain’t got the skill. Bars so light, they could float in the breeze, While your steps shake the ground like tectonic seas. You’re snackin’ on rhymes like they’re fries on a tray, But you’ll never taste victory today. Big presence? Nah, just a big excuse, While I drop hits, you just reproduce. (Bridge) Shatgi, it ain’t about the size you bring, It’s the heart and the fire, the passion to sting. But you’re all talk, no spark, no shine, Stick to the buffet; this mic is mine. (Chorus) Shatgi, can’t keep the pace, Chasin’ your dreams, but you lost the race. Big man, small moves, that’s your brand, Step to me, bro? You don’t understand. (Outro) So take a seat, Shatgi, grab a snack, This mic’s for pros; there’s no turnin’ back. Big man energy? Nah, just a flop, I’m the one runnin’ this—straight to the top. Mic dropped. 🎤

Late nights feeling heartbroken, Thoughts on my mind that will never be spoken, Walk outside and show no emotion but deep inside I feel my heart exploding, from all the pain, Try to detain because no one knows my pain, Try to restrain from all the pain but when Im alone i cant stop the tears from rolling, When you ask how Im doin i say alright but my deep depression only moving to new heights, Long nights having long fights feel like I’m losing my mind, Hope you never have to know what it feels like to know your not loved by anyone around you, But whatever the pain is i got you, Hope your getting this message is this is my only therapy session , Im tryna sing but really just venting I hope you understand and and it feels less pressured, I hope you never get filled with aggression, I hope you always embrace perfection I hope you don’t have to ever look back and regret it, As this is end and I’m happy for getting this out to perfection .

[Hook] Hate, hate, we will always hate, We will never wait, we are always late. Hate, hate, hate, we won’t open the gate, We are in phase eight, eight, hate, hate, hate. [Verse 1] Step to the scene, got the world irate, No time for love, it’s a toxic state. Fuel in my veins, I’m a fire, no bait, Burn it all down, yeah, it’s phase eight. You are so fake, fake, can’t relate, Talking all big, but we highkey ate. No cap in my game, just a raw debate, Living in the shadows where the real ones create. [Hook] Hate, hate, we will always hate, We will never wait, we are always late. Hate, hate, hate, we won’t open the gate, We are in phase eight, eight, hate, hate, hate. [Verse 2] Hate’s my armor, my shield, my sword, Language of the broken, can’t be ignored. Pain in my chest, yeah, my heart’s discord, But the hate keeps me moving, my silent reward. You are so fake, fake, I see your fate, Flipping the script while I dominate. We stacking our wins, yeah, we highkey ate, Locked in phase eight, this is checkmate. [Bridge] Hate’s a cycle, a locked-up chain, But it keeps me numb to the searing pain. Locked in a cage, but I’ll entertain, Phase eight’s my home, my domain of disdain. [Hook] Hate, hate, we will always hate, We will never wait, we are always late. Hate, hate, hate, we won’t open the gate, We are in phase eight, eight, hate, hate, hate. [Outro] Phase eight, no escape, just resonate, Hate’s the anthem, the endless state. You are so fake, fake, but it’s checkmate, Hate, hate, till we disintegrate.

Pardon Byku nie ma to tamto Patrz mi na oczy nie saldo Zobacz w nich ile przeszedłem, droga długa jak Phantom (długa jak Phantom) Pardon Byku nie ma to tamto Patrz mi na oczy nie saldo Wiem jak smakuje sukces, wiem jak spada się na dno (spada się na dno) Pardon Byku nie ma to tamto Patrz mi na oczy nie saldo Zobacz w nich ile przeszedłem, droga długa jak Phantom (długa jak Phantom) Pardon Byku nie ma to tamto Patrz mi na oczy nie saldo Wiem jak smakuje sukces, wiem jak spada się na dno (spada się na dno) [Louis] Znowu jest fifty-fifty, piszczała bieda a piszczy pik-pik Oni coś mówią że kapie im w dziób-dziób a to ja nie zostawiam suchej nitki, na nich Na metkach Milan i Paris, złote zegarki i nerwy ze stali Nie było wyjścia, wjechałem z drzwiami Nowe ścieżki, stara droga, byłem w piździe jak Casanova Teraz robi sobie dala-dala, co? dala-dala, byle z dala od was Cały na biało jak Santorini, kiedyś czarne konie teraz Lamborgini Biorę małą czarną albo małą w mini, Rude łamią prawo, potem łamią SIM-y Nie zapomnę nigdy skąd podążam, no i dokąd Nie ważne jest to gdzie jeździsz tylko z kim i po co? Przejdźmy do historii, skoro przeszliśmy to bagno, Nie wiem co napisze jutro, podpisuje się In Blanco

(Verse 1) Yeah, we in the zone, water flows like a river, Cash rules everything, but a drink makes me shiver, Ice cold, got the bottle, pop the cap, feel the pressure, Hydration on my mind, it’s a liquid treasure. (Chorus) Drip or drown, gotta hold my crown, Water on my wrist, see it shine when I frown, H2O on the beat, watch me drown out the sound, Life’s a wave, ride it up, can’t let me down. (Verse 2) Got the waves in my veins, like the ocean, I’m deep, Splashin’ in the game, ain’t no time for no sleep, Sip it slow, let it flow, got the grind on repeat, From the gutter to the clouds, makin’ moves, not defeat. (Bridge) Rain or shine, I stay drippin’, never slowin’ my grind, Lookin' for a well, but I’m findin' gold mine, Surfing through the struggles, tides rise, can’t rewind, Water to my hustle, keep it pure, keep it fine. (Chorus) Drip or drown, gotta hold my crown, Water on my wrist, see it shine when I frown, H2O on the beat, watch me drown out the sound, Life’s a wave, ride it up, can’t let me down. (Outro) So raise your glass, toast to the ones who stay thirsty, In the game full of sharks, best believe, they don’t hurt me, Water in my soul, like a fountain, I’m sturdy, Drip or drown, livin’ life, it’s a journey.