Bee Bop

[Intro] Plugged in, no chill, deep dive through the thrill, Neon lights on the dash, pills stacked in a stash. Zone out, no doubt, beacons flash in the drought, Fast lane, mainframe, lost code, no name. [Verse] Drip drop, wrist watch, ice cold through the block, Ego hit the jackpot, mind spins, get rocked. Tsunami wave, pressure build, doors creak, chains spill, Digital haze, mind maze, trippin', never no phase. [Bridge] Lost sight, insight, shadows dance in the night, Program re-write, glitch hard, pixel bite. Binary scream, what's real ain't what it seem, Reality slips, loose grip, glitch in the dream. [Chorus] Trippin' in the Matrix, neon soul contagious, Speed through the ages, lost on digital pages. Coded in the ether, dark webs be the preacher, Eyes wide shut, don’t need a gatekeeper. [Verse 2] Tunnel mode, overload, visions blur, unfold, Snake oil, slick soil, cannonball to the spoil. Hologram, no shame, masked up, play the game, Hard wire to the desire, lifeline in the fire. [Outro] Rise up, take flight, break free in the night, Lost souls, new roles, endless code ignites. Unleashed from the screen, static hums in between, Cracked code, no road, trippin' into the unseen.

[Verse] Shadows creep, streets so deep, Neon lights flicker, secrets we keep, Blood moon rises, hearts mesmerize, Whispers in the breeze, truth in disguise. [Verse 2] Lies we tell, like coins in the well, Feel the bass thump, under dark spell, Eyes wide shut, but see it all clear, Game we play, dare you to interfere. [Chorus] Hold tight, nights on fire, No sleep, heartbeats aspire, Lost in the rhythm, lost in desire, Dancing with the dark, spirits higher. [Verse] Step on the pavement, echoes of sin, Smirks from the shadows, devilish grin, Mind in a haze, can't tell who’s friend, Smoke in the air, till the bitter end. [Bridge] Flames that flicker, burn the night, Catch a glimpse, of that fleeting sight, Heartbeat sync with the pulsing light, Edge of chaos, delight and fright. [Chorus] Hold tight, nights on fire, No sleep, heartbeats aspire, Lost in the rhythm, lost in desire, Dancing with the dark, spirits higher.

[Verse] Steady stride I’m on the chase Got my dreams sprinting no time to waste Haters talk but they can't taste Victory sweet it’s got no aftertaste [Verse 2] City lights they shine so bright Crushing doubts like a boss in the night Got no weaknesses just that might Rising high to a brand new height [Chorus] Welcome to my game come and play it right We own the night our future's bright No rules to follow just feel that light In my world it's all about the fight [Verse 3] Every dawn brings a fresh try Setbacks just fuel my sky-high Got no chains I just fly I’m the hero in my own eye [Verse 4] On this road I’m taking a drive Swerve through life just to feel alive Got my crew thrive and survive In this beat we come alive [Chorus] Welcome to my game come and play it right We own the night our future's bright No rules to follow just feel that light In my world it's all about the fight

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(Slow, melancholic piano intro, building to trap drums) (Verse 1) Streetlights hummin’ a sad song tonight, Same old tune since the day I was born, Hoodie up, head low, just another late flight, Got no place special, feeling so worn. Used to think I was destined for the glitter and gold, Flashy whips, platinum chains, all that shallow shine, My dreams were painted neon, stories to be told, Now, just phone screen glow, memories intertwine. They called me ‘Young Ace’ back in the days, Cocky, yeah, I owned that for the record, World, a poker table, thought I had winning ways, Royal flush in hand, I never checked it. Cut school, wrong crowd, chasing easy gain, Tangled in the web, same one caught my brother, Lured by the game, addicted to the pain, Felt like a king, but just a pawn like another. Didn’t see consequences, storm clouds gathering high, Thought the rules didn’t apply, a foolish kid's boast, Blinded by the lights, empty promises, I’d buy, Didn't see the cost, the path I was gonna coast. Then came the night that changed my fate, Not glory, not triumph, just cold steel and a slam, Echo of my mistakes, beyond the prison gate, Silence deafening, versus all the lies I am. Volume turned down, on the hustle that was me, Left with the low hum, of the guilt I'd amassed, Time was slow torture, showing what I could be, Stripped of the swagger, the facade, the past. Self reflection started, out of desperation, A desperate try, to find my path from the edge, 'Ace' is gone, shame and regret, its creation, A painful reminder, of the stories I now pledge. (Beat shifts) (Verse 2) Hindsight's twenty-twenty, yeah, they speak truth, Red flags everywhere, I willingly walked through, Grandma's whispers, friend's worried youth, Momma's eyes, that disappointment grew. Told myself, “Just for now,” a temporary stay, That ‘little while’ became a mountain of the past, Loyalty, meant blindly following the way, A suicide pact, the die forever cast. Real loyalty is holding brothers accountable, Pushing them upward, not dragging them back down, Twisted brotherhood, is a lie, and the uncountable, Years lost in the darkness, wearin’ that heavy crown. I see the same young boys, caught in the same bind, Hurts deep, wishing I could set them free, Tell 'em, there's more, than the fix, the beef, the blind, Power chase, that’s not the path to be. Words won't reach 'em till they hit their own low, Lonely road to redemption, you walk it alone, Odd jobs, food on the table, gotta make it grow, Keep my head above the water, a seed that’s sown. No glamour, no fame, just sweat and honest work, Earning back trust, a slow, painful endeavor, Wouldn't trade it for the past, the shallow smirk, This path is real, this path is mine, forever. (Beat picks up) (Verse 3) This ain’t no sob story, not about pity's call, Messed up bad, yeah, I own that disgrace, But I ain’t staying down, I'm standing up tall, Learning, growing, rebuilding, gaining pace. Small apartment, worn-out guitar, notebo

Mandem Broke His Back. He Thinks He's Slick Sliding On Bricks AY YEAH AY YEAH He Moaning like An Orgasm. He is Really Bricked He Says it Hurts But He's Getting Bummed In Class By Men. When he Get's Told what to do he listen's Like A Good Boy.

Ugly Duckling You think you’re fly, but you’re anchored in quicksand, Mirror, mirror, where’s the beauty you planned? Made of broken dreams and patched up seams, Got a face that could shatter a thousand beams. You strut like a peacock with feathers all frayed, But let’s be honest, girl, your parade’s a charade. Throwing shade while you wallow in the dirt, Even a blind man would say it’s too much work. You’re like a bad picture, no filter can save, Caught in the chaos, you’re a lost little waif, I’m a lion roaring, while you’re just a sheep, Thought you could take a bite, but you’re in too deep. Catching glances? Nah, you’re fading in the light, In the land of the pretty, you’re a ghost in the night, Got the personality of a damp cardboard box, You’re the punchline, babe, I’m untying the locks. So here’s your wake-up call, in this battle I’m the queen, You thought you had swagger? Girl, you don’t know what I mean. Take a look in the mirror and face the raw truth, Beauty's more than a mask; it’s something you lose.

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Verse 1: I'm just a shadow in the night, tryna find my way, Caught between the dreams I’ve had and what they say, I’m the puzzle piece lost, but still tryna fit, Walking through this world like I don’t even exist. I’m a flame that’s flickering, need someone to hold, A story untold, in the silence, I unfold. Chasing the love I’ve never seen, but always wanted, Living like a ghost, feeling haunted but undaunted. Chorus: I wish I was loved, yeah, just a simple plea, A heart to call my own, someone to set me free. I’m the echo in the silence, waiting for the sound, Someone to lift me up, and never let me down. Verse 2: I’m a book full of pages, still waiting to be read, But every chapter’s empty, every word’s misled. I keep running in circles, can't find a way out, But I’m holding onto hope, with no room for doubt. I’m like a beat without a rhythm, trying to find my flow, But without a melody, it’s hard to let it go. I’m looking for the love that can fill up the space, To light up my life, and brighten my place. Chorus: I wish I was loved, yeah, just a simple plea, A heart to call my own, someone to set me free. I’m the echo in the silence, waiting for the sound, Someone to lift me up, and never let me down. Bridge: So I keep grinding, rising, hoping for the day, When the right person comes, and they hear me say, "I’m more than the struggle, more than the fight, I just need someone to hold me tight." Outro: I wish I was loved, that’s my only truth, But I’ll keep searching, even in my youth. One day I’ll find it, someone who sees, The person I am, who brings me peace.

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Yo, det startede med Keynes, en mand med vision, Han sagde, staten skal styre, når økonomien går i pension. Efterspørgslen er nøglen, brug penge, når det kniber, Investér i jobs og vækst, det er det, der driver. Multiplikatoren kører, pengene ruller tilbage, Når vi skaber beskæftigelse, står samfundet stærkt på sin sag. Krisen i 30’erne lærte os en ting, Staten skal træde til, når økonomien spring’. Refræn Keynesianer eller monetarist? Hvem har ret? Hvem har mistet gnist? Statsstyring eller markedets magt? Hvem bygger fremtiden? Hvem står vagt? Yo, så kom Friedman, han sagde, "Stop spillet! Markedet regulerer sig selv – chill lidt." Inflation er fjenden, styr pengepolitikken, Centralbanken styrer festen, det er logikken. Sæt skatten ned, lad markedet blomstre, For meget stat? Det får væksten til at tordne. Neoliberale siger, friheden er alt, For meget regulering gør økonomien kold og fald. Keynesianer eller monetarist? Hvem har ret? Hvem har mistet gnist? Statsstyring eller markedets magt? Hvem bygger fremtiden? Hvem står vagt? Keynes siger: “Brug budgettet, når krisen den rammer!” Friedman svarer: “Nej, det skaber inflationens flammer!” Keynesianerne vil investere i folkets forbrug, Mens monetarister holder styr på pengestrøm og lugt. Staten mod marked, det er kampen, vi ser, Hvem løser krisen bedst? Hvem tager gear? Er det statens hånd eller markedets kraft? Svaret afhænger af, hvem der har magt. Fuck walz, weber, silas og lars Der ikk nogen af dem der har bars De alle bøsser med dårlige fades De får den i røven, gir’ hinanden AIDS