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........................ ......................... ........................... Zindagi ma hazaro jan Aadhe bhand , baaki luuund (yeah) Ye bande saare kaam ke ni ye naam ke saage Mera naam sunte he inki gaaandee fatteee ............... Ye rupees ke peeche bane puppies Ye khono ke risto ko bhula ke bane sage Mere saamne aathe he mujhe gale Lage Mere peet me ghopa khangar inki zindagi kardu banjar Ye khuda se ni ye khudi he se darre Inki zindagi hai kali bole aksar karma is a bitch bolu aksar aksar aksar aksar Kaale panne gore akshar bole aksar bs kr bs kr Log bane ajgar ajgar piche pade aksar ajgar Chakku chura bhago bach kr bhagun aksar aksar aksar Kaale panne gore akshar bole aksar bas kr bas kr Ye aage bante ek peeche bante 5 saamne aate he karte nanga nach Ye property ke naam property ke daam property se kaam ye property hai jaam Mera dil h sakth Mere pe ni h wakt Iski batte zaher ma tha du kher Ye bane shakuni tera bhai to kr$na hai Aise log mere dil ko ni bhate hai pata ni karna hi kya chate hai inke mu pe to chante hai Inke kaale karam Inhein kha le bharam Ye kare na sharam

Talha mera yaar hai, kaun hai Talha? Pura Pakistan jaanta, Karachi ki galiyon ka chirag hai woh Akela raha tha, magar hausla tha uska buland Aaj pura Pakistan uske saath hai, uska naam hai chamakta hua aftab Talha mera yaar hai, doston ka sardar hai Jo bhi usko jaanta, uska deewana ho jaata hai India se lekar Pakistan, uska naam goonjta hai Talha mera yaar hai, sabka pyaar hai Jab bhi stage pe aata, log hosh kho baithe Baaton mein woh shaitaan, lekin dil ka hai saaf Gane uske sunkar, log hote hain deewane "Who's Talha?" poochho, sab kehte hain "legend hai woh bhai" Talha mera yaar hai, doston ka sardar hai Jo bhi usko jaanta, uska deewana ho jaata hai India se lekar Pakistan, uska naam goonjta hai Talha mera yaar hai, sabka pyaar hai Karachi ki galiyon se nikla, aaj duniya ko rulata hai Apne lafzon se, apne geeton se, sabko sikhata hai "Apne bado se poochho," kehta hai woh har baar Jinke tum gaane gaate ho, woh jaante hain Talha ko pyaar se Talha mera yaar hai, sabka pyaar hai Puri duniya mein uska naam, har dil mein uska ghar hai Talha mera yaar hai, sabka pyaar hai...

**Title: "Queer Theory" (A Pride Parody of "Wesley's Theory")** **Verse 1** *(Smooth, jazzy intro with a funky bassline)* Yeah, Uncle Sam ain’t here—it’s Auntie Divine, Whisperin’, “Baby, let’s paint the town in rainbow lines. You’re out the closet, now the world’s your runway, But watch your back, they’ll love your flair then price-gouge your parade.” They say, “Be proud! Wave that flag up high!” Then sell your tears as merch, cash in on your cry. Pride Month discounts, but where’s the reparations? They tokenize your rage, then gentrify your nations. **Chorus** *(Soulful harmonies)* Welcome to the party, where the margins got receipts, We’re loud, we’re legion, dancing in the streets. But when the glitter settles, who’s left to pay the cost? They want our rhythm, not the roots—don’t let your pride get lost. **Verse 2** *(Beat drops, faster flow)* Stonewall’s ghosts in my Docs, voguing through the flames, They tried to box us out, but we rewrote the game. Ballroom royalty, duckwalks on the cash, Coded language flipped—now “queer”’s a battle pass. Landlords hike the rent when rainbows hit the block, But we’re the architects—sashay, renovate the plot. They banned our books, but honey, we’re the shelves, Our love’s a protest song we’ll never sing to themselves. **Bridge** *(Haunting synth, spoken-word cadence)* Auntie Divine leans in, lips glossed like revolution: “They’ll drape you in their flags, then demand your absolution. But we’re the seeds that bloom in concrete, roots deep as pain, The system’s scared of joy—so dance in the hurricane.” **Outro** *(Uplifting choir, triumphant horns)* We’re the sons of Sylvia, the daughters of Marsha’s flame, Every scar a sequin, every law we’ll disobey. The future’s nonbinary, twirling in the sun, Queer theory’s simple: We. Won’t. Be. Undone. *(Fade out with a disco beat and snaps)* --- **Note**: This parody reimagines Kendrick’s critique of systemic exploitation through an LGBTQ+ lens, celebrating resilience while challenging commodification. It honors icons like Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, weaving ballroom culture and Pride’s radical roots into its rhythm.

[Verse 1] Ayo, TESFU laced this shit with a pulse, Lyrik Blaze talkin’ love, but keep the glizzy in my holster. Shorty got a death stare, but her kiss resuscitate, She Brooklyn to the core—love her like I love the hate. We met where the choppas sing and the sirens cry, She ain’t scared of the drill, she the rider in my ride. Lips sweeter than AriZona, but her heart made of steel, Opps try to slide? She yell, “Babe, let’s make ’em kneel!” She don’t cap, keep it solid, got my back like a Kevlar, *Love her through the droughts, still my day-one in the vel’ car. We chase bags in the AM, vibe in the PM, Her grind got me hooked—fuck a Perc, she my medicine. [Chorus] Bed-Stuy heartbeats, we sync like sirens in the night, Love in the trenches—ain’t no heist without a fight. She my shooter, my loot, got me cuffed with no key, Blaze in love, but the streets still run through my DNA. [Verse 2] Her ex tried to jux my spot, now he ghost on the ‘Gram, She said, “Fuck that lameshit—you the king of my pyramid.” We link at the bodega, Dutch split, no 50/50, She the plug for my pain, got me laughin’ through the city gritty. Her vibe colder than February, but her touch start a fire, We crash in the Wraith, got the block in the rearview, higher. She don’t fold under pressure, call her Cici with the steel, Love her like the game—murder anybody tryna split the feel. Tattoo her name on my clavicle, right next to the scars, She the truth in a world full of snakes and fake gods. [Bridge] They ask why I’m locked in—she the code to my cage, Turn my lows into hype, got me rhymin’ through the rage. TESFU’s keys got the heavens weepin’ melodies, She my Brooklyn lullaby, fuck a fairytale, Jezebel. [Chorus] Bed-Stuy heartbeats, we sync like sirens in the night, Love in the trenches—ain’t no heist without a fight. She my shooter, my loot, got me cuffed with no key, Blaze in love, but the streets still run through my DNA. [Outro] Yeah, b!tch—it’s lyrical love, TESFU on the track, Where the roses got thorns and the heartbeats shoot back. She my downfall, my crown, my Bed-Stuy eclipse, Blaze in her atmosphere—fuck a kiss, take my clip.

(Verse 1) Yo, step up in the game, Sekceram’s the name, Ceramic tiles blazing, setting floors aflame, From Algeria to the world, we claim the throne, Quality so sharp, it cuts through stone. Precision in the craft, every line so clean, Designs so slick, they’re borderline obscene, From the living room to the kitchen scene, Sekceram’s the king, know what I mean? (Hook) Sekceram, yeah, we laying it down, Tiles so fresh, they’re the talk of the town, From the ground up, we’re holding the crown, Algeria’s finest, we ain’t backing down! (Verse 2) Eminem flow, but I’m spitting for the brand, Sekceram’s the wave, let me break it down, fam, Innovation in the mix, we’re ahead of the curve, Every tile’s a masterpiece, got the nerve to serve. From classic to modern, we got the range, Durability so tough, it’ll never change, Step on the floor, feel the luxury vibe, Sekceram’s the truth, let the world subscribe. (Hook) Sekceram, yeah, we laying it down, Tiles so fresh, they’re the talk of the town, From the ground up, we’re holding the crown, Algeria’s finest, we ain’t backing down! (Outro) So when you’re building dreams, you know where to go, Sekceram’s the name, let the legacy show, From the streets to the elite, we’re the flow, Ceramic kings, yeah, now you know! 🎤🔥

অন্যি চুতমারানি , ও অন্নি চুতমারানি ! নাটক থামা, সত্যি বল, তারিফেরে লইয়া ঘুমাইয়া অন্নি চুতমারানি, ও চুতমারানি! তারিক্কার কাছে বিয়া নইয়া তুই লুকাস আমরা জানিতো বেইমানির খেলা, আমার মাথায় কুপ মারিস, মুখে মাসুম ভাব, ভিতরে বিষ আর ছিনালা! যা করলি এক ভাইরে, অন্য ভাই জানে, বুকের ভিতর ঘৃণা, চোখের ভিতর আগুন জ্বলে! ছোয়াব মিয়ারে লইয়া চুদাইয়া, লাখ লাখ টাকা খাইয়া, তোর চালবাজি, তোর ড্রামা, সবাই দেখলো, সবাই জানলো, কিন্তু শেষ খেলা আমিই খেলবো, তোর মিথ্যে স্বপ্ন, সবই ভাঙবো! খানকি মাগী, অন্নি চুতমারানি

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Yo, let me tell you 'bout life in the hood, Where we hustle hard, tryin' to make it good, Streets full of struggle, but we rise and grind, Every day’s a battle, gotta stay on your mind. Rollin' with the crew, we keep it real tight, Through the dark alleys, we shine our own light, From the block to the top, we ain't backin' down, In this concrete jungle, we wear the crown. So we stand tall, never showin' fear, In the heart of the hood, we hold our peers dear, With dreams in our pockets and fire in our soul, We’re livin' this life, and we’re takin' control!

আরে এ গাধাদের দল, কেন এত রং-ঢং? নেশা কর কম। সব দূরে গিয়ে মরা। আমি তোদের হোগা মারি, কথা ক কম। যত সব চোদনার লগে, করছি বন্ধন। স্বাগতম, স্বাগতম, স্বাগতম বোকাচোদার হুর পাড়াতে; ভাম্বোলা, খানকির পোলা, হালা বাথ্রুমের দরজাটা খুল-রে পেয়াজ কি অনিয়ন- সে তো একি কথা, তোদের অস্তিত্ত পুরাডাই ব্যার্থতা। পরমাণুর fyp তে আহে এডি কি, উপরে নিচে, ডানে বামে "Sorry" উপরে নিচে শুধু খালি Baddie তে ভর্তি। নির্বিচ got no bitch, তা আমি চুদিনা। চুগ্ধর সাথে দুগ্ধ ছাড়া আর তো কিছু মিলে না । অর্ধেক নান খেয়ে পেট তো ভাই ভরে না, উদ্ভট শত উল্টো চিন্তায় জীবন কভু আগায় না। না, না, ওয় যে part-time প্রতিবন্ধী, নিজের হোগা নিজে মারতে, নিজের লগেই সন্ধি৷ ভোস্কাইন্যার চোদনে, মাথা করে হনহন। ভাংগা ফ্রিজের ভাংগা মাল করছে জীবন ধন। আরেএএএএএএএ ভোস্কাইন্যার চোদনে, মাথা করে হনহন। ভাংগা ফ্রিজের ভাংগা মাল করছে জীবন ধন৷

(Verse 1) We were just groupmates in our class, No deep connection, just you and me. I tried to start a convo, keep it light, But it faded too fast, didn’t feel quite right. Then you gave me the first sign in the GC, Said I wasn’t there—was it more than that? Were you testing me or making a move? I’m stuck here guessing, girl, what’s the truth? (Pre-Chorus) You drop these signs, but I can’t read, Do I let it go, or is this what I need? Should I chase you, or should I stay? I need to know, girl, what’s your play? (Chorus) Is this just a game or is it love? Do you want me to chase, or am I not enough? You’re dropping hints, but I can’t tell, Am I fighting for you, or fighting myself? I need the truth, no more disguise, Are you playing or am I your prize? (Verse 2) I added you first, took that leap, You accepted me, but the silence runs deep. We crossed paths in the jeep that day, You caught my eye, but looked away. Then in the chat, you said "Good fight," And I’m stuck here wondering all that night. Was it just a joke or something more? Girl, let me in—don’t shut the door. (Pre-Chorus) You drop these signs, but I can’t read, Do I let it go, or is this what I need? Should I chase you, or should I stay? I need to know, girl, what’s your play? (Chorus) Is this just a game or is it love? Do you want me to chase, or am I not enough? You’re dropping hints, but I can’t tell, Am I fighting for you, or fighting myself? I’m chasing you, but I need to know, Are you pulling me in, or letting me go? (Bridge) The jeep rides, the moments we share, The laughs and the glances, but do you care? You said "Good fight," but left me unsure, Girl, I can’t keep guessing, I need something more. I won’t chase ghosts, I need to see, If you’re not in this, then I’ll set myself free. (Chorus) Is this just a game or is it love? Do you want me to chase, or am I not enough? You’re dropping hints, but I can’t tell, Am I fighting for you, or fighting myself? I’m chasing you, but I need to know, Are you pulling me in, or letting me go? (Outro) I’m done waiting, it’s time to choose, If it’s not real, I’ve got nothing to lose.

Aa! Sun… Yeh hai asli baat, Jo bhi boley mujhse, miley seedha jawaab!Soch meri tez jaise racing ka track, Lafz hain fire jaise mic pe attack! Dimagh se khelo toh duniya hai teri, Bas sapne na dekh, kar bhi kuch naya bhai!Mera flow jaise nadi, kabhi rukta nahi, Har line main deep jaise gehri kahani! Shaher ki galiyon se leke sadkon tak, Jo sach likhta hoon, woh bikta nahi!(Yeah, yeah!) Yeh asli baat, Jo bhi chaahe tu, haasil kar yaar! (Yeah, yeah!) Mat ruk, bas bhaag, Mehnat kar, tera hoga sansaar!Zindagi ek game, lekin yeh nahi cheat code, Real rehna art, fake log hain delete mode! Soch meri sharp jaise talwaar ki dhaar, Mujhse jo bhidey, uski haar hai tay yaar! Main likhun woh sach, jo sabko jagaaye, Jhuth ke andheron ko sach ki roshni dikhaye! Baat meri seedhi jaise bullet ki speed, Jo bhi hai hustle pe, wohi hai elite!Himmat mat haar, tu champion hai, Zindagi ki ladai mein ek soldier hai! Jidhar bhi chalega, apni chhapa chhod, Sapne honge sach, bas hausla mat tod!(Yeah, yeah!) Yeh asli baat, Jo bhi chaahe tu, haasil kar yaar! (Yeah, yeah!) Mat ruk, bas bhaag, Mehnat kar, tera hoga sansaar!Aa! Yeh hai asli kahani, Mehnat ka hai rang, na koi kahani! Zindagi ki beat pe nach, Aur jeet le tu yeh saari kahani!