Gefühlschaos und Disco-Glanz

Yo, Kali Arman, you think you run the game? Leader of the shanyrak? Nah, more like leader of the Ls... Let's talk facts. You the "king" of the school? Bro, that’s just a joke, You be talkin’ big, but your rep stayin’ broke. 11A ain't proud, they just deal with your face, Actin’ like a leader, but you easy to replace. You flex in the mirror, but you barely got a crew, Shanyrak behind you? Nah, they laughin’ at you. Actin’ all wise, but your grades sayin’ "NO", Tryna be the GOAT, but you movin’ too slow. False crown, fake throne, you ain’t built for this, Talk tough, but in real life, you just throwin’ fits. NIS PVL know, man, you just a phase, 11A waitin’ for the end of your days. Talk about power, but you got no weight, Tried to run the school, but you runnin’ too late. Shanyrak meetings? Man, nobody cares, You lead like a clown in a circus of squares. "I’m the leader!" Yeah, leader of what? A bunch of fake moves and a mouth full of talk. Tryna act boss, but your presence is weak, Even first graders wouldn’t follow your streak. Say my name, but be careful when you do, Messin’ with me? Bro, that’s bad news. You built like a castle made outta sand, One little wave, and you gone from the land. You thought you had status? That’s pure illusion, Your whole damn life just a lame delusion. Next year, you gone, we’ll forget you fast, Kali Arman? Just a name from the past. Ayo, someone get this dude a real job… Cuz being a fake leader ain’t payin’ the bills. Class dismissed.

[Verse] Co Co cottage, beats cookin' in the stew Whisk it with a melody, flavors comin’ through Snakes in the grass, but my kicks stay new Blueprint scribbles where the dreams brew [Bridge] Mic a spatula, flippin’ thoughts on the plate Seasoned every rhyme, let the audience wait Recipes secret, file it under “great” Servin’ heat steady, got 'em cleanin’ their slate [Chorus] Co Co cottage, the rhythm don’t stop Bricks and beats stacked, buildin’ to the top Baselines rumble, got the floor to pop Stirring up the sauce till the jams go hot [Verse 2] Frying pan bars with the drip too slick Whip it till it bubbles, chef work’s thick Rhyme soufflé, I don’t miss the flick Tables turn quick, grab your spoon, take a lick [Bridge] Tapestry of rhythms strung tight, no fray Threading needles through verses, no cliché Mood flambe, words burst in a blaze The heat only rises when the crowd’s amazed [Chorus] Co Co cottage, the rhythm don’t stop Bricks and beats stacked, buildin’ to the top Baselines rumble, got the floor to pop Stirring up the sauce till the jams go hot

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(Intro) Oh-oh, yeah, yeah Lo vuoi cremoso, lo vuoi ghiacciato? Basta agitare, è già brevettato! (Strofa 1) Espresso, macchiato, per favore Oppure magari un ginseng shakerato Dimmi che vuoi, dimmi che prendi Col caldo o col freddo, sempre sorprendi (Pre-Ritornello) Basta un attimo, basta agitare Latte o acqua, pronto da gustare Come al bar, ma stai a casa Questa routine ormai mi infiamma (Ritornello) Shakerando, Shakerandot, oh-oh-oh Il nuovo modo di svoltare, bro-oh-oh Facile, veloce, come un pro Ginseng che scende smooth, slow-mo (Strofa 2) Brevettato, sai, nulla è a caso Scuoti due volte, senti che spasso Densa la crema, pura magia Con ogni sorso vibra l’energia (Pre-Ritornello) Basta un attimo, basta agitare Latte o acqua, pronto da gustare Come al bar, ma stai a casa Questa routine ormai mi infiamma (Ritornello) Shakerando, Shakerandot, oh-oh-oh Il nuovo modo di svoltare, bro-oh-oh Facile, veloce, come un pro Ginseng che scende smooth, slow-mo (Outro) Oh-oh, yeah, yeah Ora lo sai, come si fa Shakeralo tu, ovunque tu stia Shakerandot!! 🎶

(Intro) Oh-oh, yeah, yeah Lo vuoi cremoso, lo vuoi ghiacciato? Basta agitare, è già brevettato! (Strofa 1) Espresso, macchiato, per favore Oppure magari un ginseng shakerato Dimmi che vuoi, dimmi che prendi Col caldo o col freddo, sempre sorprendi (Pre-Ritornello) Basta un attimo, basta agitare Latte o acqua, pronto da gustare Come al bar, ma stai a casa Questa routine ormai mi infiamma (Ritornello) Shakerando, shakerando, oh-oh-oh Il nuovo modo di svoltare, bro-oh-oh Facile, veloce, come un pro Ginseng che scende smooth, slow-mo (Strofa 2) Brevettato, sai, nulla è a caso Scuoti due volte, senti che spasso Densa la crema, pura magia Con ogni sorso vibra l’energia (Pre-Ritornello) Basta un attimo, basta agitare Latte o acqua, pronto da gustare Come al bar, ma stai a casa Questa routine ormai mi infiamma (Ritornello) Shakerando, shakerando, oh-oh-oh Il nuovo modo di svoltare, bro-oh-oh Facile, veloce, come un pro Ginseng che scende smooth, slow-mo (Outro) Oh-oh, yeah, yeah Ora lo sai, come si fa Shakeralo tu, ovunque tu stia 🎶

[Intro – Spoken] Yeah... We came from the trenches, no love, no favors. Steel toes in the mud, breathing with razors. [Verse] Concrete jungle, hearts colder than the winter. Bullets hum songs, piercing lungs like splinters. Dreams crumble quick, life shuffles like a dealer. Leaning on the chrome, street preacher for the sinners. [Chorus] From the trenches where the shadows come alive. No witnesses, just whispers to survive. Smoke in the air, signal pain on the rise. Tears don't fall, only bloodstains thrive. [Verse 2] Graffiti on the walls, city painted in an omen. Hunger breeds wolves, teeth sharp when they’re broken. Paper chase frantic, souls sold for promotion. Death dance steady, motive lost in the motion. [Chorus] From the trenches where the shadows come alive. No witnesses, just whispers to survive. Smoke in the air, signal pain on the rise. Tears don't fall, only bloodstains thrive. [Bridge] Brick by brick, stacking pain in the ledger. Fear locked away like a dragon in the treasure. Echoes in the alleys, every step full of pressure. Moonlight flickers, casting shadows we measure.

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Yeah, we rollin’ with the West in the rearview, palm trees, Sunset on the rise, yeah, we stayin’ low-key. Compton to the Bay, it's the home of the brave, But we hustle every day, yeah, we makin' our own way. California love, but the struggle don't stop, From the top to the block, yeah we keepin it locked. Gold chains, big dreams, but it's still grind time, From Dre beats to the rhymes, it was a long climb. We was raised where the hustle don’t sleep, But the love's in the streets, awaken the city from sleep. From the beach to the block, it's all love in the sky, Where the sun never fades, but we reach for the high.

[Verse] Yo Kathmandu ko sajh ma lambinchha chowk, Thamel ko rahar garena kahile choke. Galli ma runa, uchaalera haseko, Pahada ko sapana bhayo maathi baseko. [Chorus] Yo hawa ma udchhu ma gham jastai, Nepali bhitra ko damar jastai. Deshko jigri yo ragat ko dhun, Ma Nepali ho, yo mero junoon. [Verse 2] Darbarmesko rang ma, malla ghanta bajcha, Sanskriti ma jaan, yo tin din sajcha. Topi ko tilt, yo dhakko swag ho, Hattey ka sag le, yo kalam le bhancha. [Bridge] Yo rawatiko beat bhayo dhadkan mero, Bagmati le bolcha, ekdam mero. Gorkhe ko naam ho, suncha jun, Nepali hunu ma cha abiman ko gun. [Chorus] Yo hawa ma udchhu ma gham jastai, Nepali bhitra ko damar jastai. Deshko jigri yo ragat ko dhun, Ma Nepali ho, yo mero junoon. [Verse 3] Aakash ko tara haru angalo ma piyara, Ko chaudhara yo chha sanskritiko nyara. Manche ko maya, jina ko yatra, Yo desh meri aama, ma ek jatra.

[Verse] Cienie miasta, bloki jak domino Grają bity na tle smogu i wino Liczę czas, tyk tyk na zegarku Casio Wokół chaos, ale w bruk tu zapisano historię w kałuży jasną [Verse 2] W kieszeni zero, marzenia w turbo Lecę po hity, myśli szybciej niż turbo Szał ulicy, neony jak błysk w nocy Odpalę wersy, zgaszę mrok bez pomocy [Chorus] Szybki rap, szybkie życie w biegu Każdy krok na krawędzi, zero lewego Ostre dźwięki, blask gwiazd na rewirach To my — życie gna tu w pulsacjach wizerunkowych delira [Verse 3] Czas to plaga, sekundy jak złodzieje I weź tu biegnij, jak życie wciąż gryzie i lśni truje się festynie Karty rozdają, branie fałszywe raporty piszą gdzieś A ja na bicie układam linie, płotek burzę po ból bezpiecznie [Bridge] Kiepski banknot przewija rzeczywistość Chcę więcej od życia niż Nike Air pod skronią mi skrętem lśni Wokół plecy sprytne, handlarze chętnie ambitnie Kiedyś skończymy na tronie mimo burzy w listach ujętych pułap wygięty [Chorus] Szybki rap, szybkie życie w biegu Każdy krok na krawędzi, zero lewego Ostre dźwięki, blask gwiazd na rewirach To my — życie gna tu w pulsacjach wizerunkowych delira

[Verse] 1776, pen hits the scroll, freedom on deck Gotta flex on King George, his neck we check Thomas J with the bars, fire quill, no slack Wrote it down, revolution, ain't no turning back [Chorus] Life and liberty, pursuit of our dreams Self-evident truths, we rise in streams No crown, no chains, we breaking the seams Declaration vibes, busting at the beams [Verse] "Yo King, we done," thirteen saying nah Tyranny crumbling, we coming for flaws A country being born from rebellion and law Ben Franklin in the cut, lightning in his claw [Bridge] Parchment power, the ink don’t smudge Freedom's a case, and you can't misjudge We gone pledge our lives, pockets, and our souls United we stand, breaking through the molds [Verse] Taxing our tea? Nah, we ain't that meek Boston threw a party, harbor smelling unique Crispus in the streets, history runs deep Standing on liberty, haters take a leap [Chorus] Life and liberty, pursuit of our dreams Self-evident truths, we rise in streams No crown, no chains, we breaking the seams Declaration vibes, busting at the beams

Yo, we both agree on the need to grow, Capital moves, yeah, it’s a steady flow. Both want progress, we want that wealth to rise, Competition’s the key, it’s no surprise. I got the invisible hand, guiding through the market, But you talk about labor, yeah, I see your target. Work hard, get paid, that’s how it should be, But we both aim for prosperity, can't you see? You talk about freedom, but you’re shackled by chains, In your world, only the rich will remain. But we both want the workers to have their share, You say let the market, I say let’s be fair. Sure, we’ve got a vision, we both want to fight, But I see your world, man, and it ain't right. Capitalism’s cruel, it’s a game of the few, You hoard all the wealth while the masses are screwed. I’m Adam Smith, I laid the foundation, The market runs smooth with no regulation. Let supply and demand decide the fate, Free trade’s the answer, it’s never too late. Competition breeds innovation, that’s clear, Without it, progress would disappear. I’m all about self-interest, that's the key, If I win, you win, that’s the economy. You talk of self-interest, but you’re blind to the cost, Capitalism’s a game where the workers are lost. The rich get richer, the poor stay the same, Exploitation’s a system, it's part of the game. I’m Marx, and I see the way to unite, We need the workers to rise, take back the night. No private ownership, let the people decide, In a world of equality, we won’t hide. My system builds stability, that’s what I know, Free markets create the wealth that makes the economy grow. When people compete, they strive to improve, Innovation flourishes, and we all move. With less state interference, it’s the path we take, It’s individual choice that will make no mistake. Stability’s in freedom, trust me on this, Only in capitalism can we find true bliss. Stability comes from equality, not greed, When workers own the means, then they will succeed. We take control, no more ruling class, In a world of solidarity, no one’s left outcast. We’ll build from the ground, a true equal state, The people united, no more wealth’s debate. The power’s in the hands of the working crew, That’s how we’ll stabilize, a world that’s true. Karl, your dream sounds nice, but it's all fantasy, Communism fails every time, it’s just tragedy. You’ll never spark progress by taking control, You choke innovation and put a cap on the soul. You say the workers should rule, but that’s a farce, Your theories are flawed, they’re just not that smart. Your utopia? It’s just a pipe dream, In a real world, capitalism reigns supreme. Adam, your system’s a scam, can’t you see? It’s a world where the rich live lavish and free. You say the market will sort out the mess, But it’s just exploitation in a fancy dress. You talk of progress, but the workers are broke, Your capitalism's a joke and it’s built on a smoke. Your invisible hand’s a hand that takes, While the poor struggle, drowning in your stakes.