Der Traum von zwei Brüdern

This is gonna be great Psst, I see dead people (Nicky on the beat, ho) Ayy, Nicky on the beat, ho Deebo any gym bro, he a free throw Man down, sleep in RE, tell him, "Up, bro" Nail Xav to the cross, you made him a crack-o What's up with Mr. Peters tryna see my assessment? The faculty can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options Uh, 5-0 in street fights, I'm Mike Tyson Beat your ass just cuz’ the huzz are watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show juniors Certified punching bag, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, the whole time, I know he got some puff in him Smoke on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Blake, we know you like ‘em young I also heard you like ‘em older than 21 To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide all yo sisters from him They tell me Jack the only one that get your hand-me-downs And aaliyah at the party, playing with his dick now And blake got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophile Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, suck ishaan off Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, got that cock cough Man you ball like a bitch. What? You’re tired!! bitch trying to suck Ishaan off, man you a glazerrrrrr!!! They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Go to the gym so you can get bigger? Can’t box and you know you aint got figures. Did Fran foul, don't know what you were even thinking? What was your goal? “I gon get so many bitches”, go The janitor not dumb Vape away like you want, yeah blake, he ain’t slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Lake stands for bitch and you Charlie’s most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Xav’s vape or somethin' Since 2009, u had your mum jumpin' Give this guy a wedgie, be flipped over his boxers Your hairline ad for McDonald's - make sure that you clock in - Pussy Buster better straighten his posture, got famous all up in nowhere Keep writing to yo family, till the split up start happenin’ Fuck a caption, want action, no accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Man whore dated 7 girls in 1 year, that's connivin’ “Yeah I played that game before” yeah man stop lyin’ You glazed Nicky hard, but he didn’t care neither Jelly Belly going to the gym but that ain’t doing much either. You say you damn unique, but your No. 1 Travis Scott. This ain’t far enough so we’ll take it up a notch You think we gon’ forget all yo cringy TikToks Ayy

(Intro) Hey, hey… CaseOh’s hungry, get out the way… ⸻ (Verse 1) Ain’t no stoppin’ when he sees some fries, Double-stack burgers? Super-sized! Got a milkshake, slurp it down, Then he says, “Yo, one more round!” People starin’, sayin’, “Bro, no way.” But he’s already halfway through a buffet! Plate after plate, he’s on a spree, Even the waiter’s like “Bruh… really?” ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Oh no, he ain’t done, Ordered three steaks just for fun! Dessert cart? Clear that too! Ain’t no meal that he won’t chew! ⸻ (Chorus) Bite, bite, bite! Ain’t no leftovers in sight, He sees food? It’s gone on sight, That diet’s lookin’ real contrite! Bite, bite, bite! He don’t care about his size, Doctors yellin’, “Change your life!” CaseOh’s like, “Nah, bring more fries!” ⸻ (Verse 2) Woke up late, first thought? “Grub.” Skipped the gym, hit the sub shop twice. Late-night snacks? Yeah, he don’t stop, Ordered five pizzas, made ‘em disappear—POP! ⸻ (Bridge) (Spoken) “Bro, are you… eating during this song?” (muffled) “Huh? Oh yeah—one sec.” (Beat drops) He takes a breath, but not for long, Just enough time to chew this prawn! Calories? Man, what’s that mean? He’s too busy eatin’ this whole cuisine! ⸻ (Final Chorus) Bite, bite, bite! Mac & cheese? He needs a bite, Tacos, sushi—that sounds tight! Every meal is dynamite! Bite, bite, bite! CaseOh’s livin’ large, alright, Menu says “all-you-can-eat”? Guess this place is CLOSED tonight! ⸻ (Outro - Fading) CaseOh… chill out bro… nah nah nah… Wait, did you just eat my fries?!

[Verse] Cornfields crown, steel mills flexin’ their might Smokestacks puff, dark Midwest night Rust belt gold, a skyline of grime and toil Coal dust diamonds, dirt churned into royal [Verse 2] Factories hum, the blue collars chant Granny in the kitchen, grease spatters on her pant Trucks bump bass, flatlands stretching wide Tornadoes twist but can't shake Midwest pride [Chorus] Midwest anthem, corn-fed kings Heartland hustle, the struggle it sings Steel-toe dreams, boots knocking on fate Grimy hands build up the Great Lakes state [Bridge] Calves so big, they could plow the frost Hay bales stack where the silence is lost Red barns stand like sentinels proud Midwest whispers under thunderclouds [Verse 3] Riverbeds carve veins through rock and heart Gas station coffee fuels a world torn apart Soybean sunsets soak bruised skies undone Grain elevator shadows chase down the sun [Chorus] Midwest anthem, corn-fed kings Heartland hustle, the struggle it sings Steel-toe dreams, boots knocking on fate Grimy hands build up the Great Lakes state

[Verse] Grandma Deb in the whip, cruise steady grip, Jetmore dust kickin’ off her dusty trip. Kansas plains rollin’, hay bales on the side, She’s got a thermos of tea, it’s a grandma joyride. [Verse 2] Highway stretch, sky big as her heart, Ain’t no GPS, she navigates by art. Moon pies on the seat, shades guarding her stare, Jetmore to Newcastle, wind tanglin' her hair. [Chorus] Vroom goes the Camry, soul full of speed, Foot touches gas, fulfillin’ the need. Stretch from Kansas flat to Okie red clay, Grandma Deb on the road, can't nobody stay in her way. [Verse 3] Passing farmers in caps, tractors in line, Waving at Deb as she waves back, fine. Closin’ miles like stitches on a quilt she sews, Oklahoma signs flash as the journey flows. [Bridge] "Watch out slow-pokes, here come the queen, Cornfields to highways, you know what I mean!" She’s got a playlist full of golden grooves, Classic to modern—got them old folks' moves. [Chorus] Vroom goes the Camry, soul full of speed, Foot touches gas, fulfillin’ the need. Stretch from Kansas flat to Okie red clay, Grandma Deb on the road, can't nobody stay in her way.

[Verse] Pen scribble hieroglyphs, pyramids on graph sheets, Schemin' up a plot thicker than grandma's feast. Gold on my riddles, flow sharper than thistle, Enemies scatter, blown away like missile. [Chorus] Chasin' dreams through the fog, climbin' mountaintop, Chain swing heavy, tickin' loud like a rooftop clock. Eyes on the prize, no detours, no stop, Cites rise to my cadence, I make the world rock. [Verse] Streetlight philosopher, words paint vivid canvas, Splittin’ atoms with rhymes, leave your mind in madness. Digest wisdom, heavier than grandma's locket, Every line's ignition, sparks fly like sockets. [Bridge] Night draped in shadows, heartbeats blend with sirens, Concrete choir singing tales of defiance. Underdog anthem, penned with burning desire, Knew I'd take it higher; now I'm dancing in fire. [Verse] Jukebox rebel, shatter norms with syllable weaponry, Microphone cipher thicker than old century pedigrees. Villain cape on, flippin' winds in dark room, Pen crafting destiny, each bar spells doom. [Outro] Laid bricks with verse, skyscrapers I be buildin', Legendary footsteps where echoes ain't yieldin'. Streetborn poet, legacy etched in ceilings, Runnin' through time, immortal’s kinda feelin'.

[Куплет 1] Как я тут оказался? Не помню сам, Снова сижу на диване, пропитываясь дымком и жратвой пополам. Каждый вечер одно и то же – старый маршрут, Тут кухня как пытка, но выхода нет, и я снова иду. (Еда) Курица – подошва, мясо – уголь, Картошка такая, что лучше бы с голоду сдохнуть. Но выбора нет, а желудок не ждёт, Пережаренный кошмар лезет в глотку вперёд. [Припев] Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где пропахнешь, будто сгорел, но тут нормальный вайб. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где без Ашота кальян – это просто тлен и крах. [Куплет 2] Диван у кухни – мой самый страшный враг, Сел на час, но домой понесёшь на себе этот ад. Запах горелого масла и тухлого мяса, Теперь твоя куртка – их главный экспонат. (Кальян) Если Ашота нет – ты попал, друг, Тут кальян без него – как хардкор без рук. Тлеет табак, будто он умер в агонии, Ты тянешь, но чувствуешь только разочарование. [Припев] Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где кальян без Ашота – это боли и крах. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где нет выбора, и ты снова сидишь как дурак. [Куплет 3] Курю много, не могу это бросить, Привычка сильнее, чем желание сбросить. Вроде бы мог бы пойти куда-то, Но только тут удобный стол – вот и расплата. (Брат, это тупик…) Выбор? Нет! Меню? Ад! Зачем я тут? Но опять подряд! Говорю себе: «Ну, может, в последний раз», Но завтра снова тут – в O.G. Lounge Paradise… [Припев] (x2) Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где еда – это боль, а дым – твой второй рай. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где столы решают всё, и ты снова тут, знай.

[Verse] Да я искал ответ в этой мгле Гребу как угорелый будто на весле Есть миллион проблем но я их не боюсь Ведь каждый мой шаг — это мой союз [Chorus] Мы просто забиваем весь день на грусть Никогда не сдаемся - в этом наш вкус Вперед к вершинам вновь и вновь Жизнь — это битва но в нас живет огонь [Verse 2] Все стены расшибу я головой Но сделай шаг обратно — это мой прибой Терпенье и труд ломают брони Бори себя чтобы быть королем на троне [Chorus] Мы просто забиваем весь день на грусть Никогда не сдаемся - в этом наш вкус Вперед к вершинам вновь и вновь Жизнь — это битва но в нас живет огонь [Bridge] Падения лишь учат как взлетать Терпите - нас не сможет сломать И пусть весь мир вокруг горит как костер В своих мечтах мы будем молнии и гром [Chorus] Мы просто забиваем весь день на грусть Никогда не сдаемся - в этом наш вкус Вперед к вершинам вновь и вновь Жизнь — это битва но в нас живет огонь

In Alland geboren, ein massiver Brocken, Leon Hesseling rollt durch die Straßen wie Socken. HTL St. Pölten, am Laptop verschanzt, Doch wenn’s ums Bewegen geht? Da wird nur gepflanzt. Sein Hund Teddy? Der schläft die meiste Zeit, Weil Herrchen beim Gehen nicht wirklich gescheit. Mit Mama Angelika und Papa Volker im Haus, Da gibt’s Schnitzel und Torten – er haut alles raus. Leon lebt sein Leben, so wie er's mag, Mit Essen und Zocken, Tag für Tag. Gangl, Jilch, Singer und Kainzbauer, Rauchenberger, Plasek – die stehn halt auf Dauer. Er liebt gutes Essen, das geht nie daneben, Ein Döner zum Frühstück? Ja, so kann man leben. Mit Chips auf dem Bauch und Burger zur Hand, Wird die Couch zum Thron im Pizza-Land. Nach der Schule geht’s gleich zum PC, In "ARK" wird gezockt – Bewegung? Nee! Dinos zähmen, die Tastatur kracht, Während Leon sich Chips in die Backen macht. Mit Cola und Keksen liegt er bequem, Sein Bauch ein Tablett – das ist sein System. Wenn’s Treppen gibt, wird’s richtig schwer, Denn Leon schnauft schon beim Aufzug her. Leon lebt sein Leben, so wie er's mag, Mit Essen und Zocken, Tag für Tag. Gangl, Jilch, Singer und Kainzbauer, Rauchenberger, Plasek – die stehn halt auf Dauer. Er liebt gutes Essen, das geht nie daneben, Ein Döner zum Frühstück? Ja, so kann man leben. Mit Chips auf dem Bauch und Burger zur Hand, Wird die Couch zum Thron im Pizza-Land. Nicht jeder muss rennen, nicht jeder muss springen, Leon lässt lieber die Snacks zu ihm bringen. Mit Bauch wie ein Kissen und Herz aus Gold, Liegt er gemütlich – denn Hektik ist alt. Leon Hesseling, der Junge aus Alland, Mit Teddy im Arm und der Maus in der Hand. Informatik, Gaming und Essen dabei, Sein Leben ist langsam – doch voller Schmankerl und Breiiii.

Krademo u noći jer smo prave kmice, Uništeni stanovi, lajne, igle, šprice, Potrošimo ške pa se onda grebemo, Vampirska kurvah grize vrat dok se iebemo, Savitljiva ko zmija, izvodi pozicije iz joge, Na haubi od Brabusa kad raširim joj noge. U pratnji tri pandura, voze me u Zege, Kad je prazna boca zaletim se do benge. Parka sa krznom, krzno od lisice, Na ramenima vise blajhane misice, Doma su mi pare, u stanu su penezi, Gangsteri ko da snimo nas Scorsese. Butrice sa Wiipom, oko vrata bunda, Nikada ne plaćam, na gazdu ide runda. Bacaju se novci, u igricama skinovi, Nikada ne radimo, tatini smo sinovi. Prazni bankomati, živim u banci, Boli me khurac, starci mi u stranci, Nisam njonjavac u studentskom domu, Neotvorene knjige a dobit ću diplomu. Pola faksa alkosi, mi smo stoka glupa, Svakodnevnica je bombica, iza pekse klupa. Pos'o preko veze, prema šefu gad, Ne treba mi penzija jer ću crknut' mlad.

[Verse] Yo rolling through the night while the city's asleep Dodging all the lights shadows running deep Dreams in our pockets hearts full of fire Climbing up the ladder reaching even higher [Verse 2] Ain't no stopping here we got moves to make Every crack in the pavement every risk we take Streetlights flicker but the squad stays strong Writing all our stories in this midnight song [Chorus] Gangsta vibe yeah we're owning this game Legends in the making burning like a flame Hustle never stops in this concrete maze No regrets just steps paving better days [Verse 3] Life ain't easy but we wear the scars proud Echoes of our laughter breaking through the crowd Roots in the gutter but eyes on the sky No chains can hold us yeah we’re born to fly [Bridge] We light it up where the darkness crawls Brothers standing tall through the highs and falls In the echoes we roam but the vision is clear Taking over the balance conquering fear [Chorus] Gangsta vibe yeah we're owning this game Legends in the making burning like a flame Hustle never stops in this concrete maze No regrets just steps paving better days

[Verse] In my classroom where the pencils snap Diffit AI got my back No cap Type the topic Watch it pop out quick Elementary minds Now that's the trick [Chorus] We Diff-it Real swift Get the lesson tight Every question turns bright like a guiding light Not a problem too big It’s never a fight We Diff-it Real swift Making learning right [Verse 2] Grammar's rude Spelling's a maze It’s fine With AI tools We’re blazing through time Math problems They used to make me freeze Now I solve 'em fast like a cool breeze [Chorus] We Diff-it Real swift Get the answers prime Helping students soar It’s a climb sublime No more blank stares Now the kids align We Diff-it Real swift Making school a shrine [Bridge] Teachers laugh They call it magic potion Kids engage It’s like brain in motion Not copying Just a helping hand Learning stronger than a rock band [Verse 3] From history Science Even art class flair Diffit’s got that juice Making lessons rare It’s not cheating It's growth and skill Elementary minds We conquer the hill

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