[Verse] Crooked leaders runnin’ pockets like marathon, Siphon milli’s off to Swiss, singing a corrupt song. Nairobi street boys hustlin', whispers in the slums, Politicians eatin’ beef, we just gettin’ crumbs. [Verse 2] Government contracts, deals sealed with the cash slips, Driving Bentleys, flashy suits, yo they cash drips. While KIBERA struggles, kids drinkin' from the same tap, Money games in parliament, yeah it’s a dirty trap. [Chorus] Kenyan inferno, fire burnin' hot, Watchin’ from the sidelines, looters take the lot. Dollars in the briefcase, power in the plot, Kenyan inferno, can’t believe what we’ve got. [Bridge] Cronies gettin’ rich, payin’ no dues, Barricades on justice, payin’ bribes to cruise. Hustlers' dream shattered, while they sip and schmooze, Kenyan inferno, stitchin’ up the ruse. [Verse 3] Promises in election time, serve another bungle, Voters hope for change, but it’s just a jungle. Senators eat posho mill while masses scrimp and scrounge, Vision 2030, more like mirage to lounge. [Verse 4] NGOs pocket funding, aid money down the drain, Cops takin’ Ksh for freedom, yup it’s insane. Youth with diplomas sell veggies on the lane, Kenyan inferno, yeah we’re in the pain.
gritty urban hard-hitting
English
Frustration, anger, disillusionment, a sense of urgency and a cry for justice amidst corruption and inequality.
Social and political commentary events, protests, and movements addressing corruption, justice reform, and economic struggles.
Strong use of metaphors and vivid imagery to illustrate systemic corruption and socio-economic issues; rhythmic flow with a hard-hitting beat accentuating the serious tone of the lyrics.
[Verse] Golden minigunner blastin’ down the lane, Fallen king mighty, bringin' the pain. Medics healin’, keep the squad in the game, Jester tossin’ tricks, never the same. [Verse 2] Golden crate glitterin’, treasures untold, Engineers buildin', structures pure gold. Trappers settin’ snares, no escape, behold, Molten reworks heatin’ up, stories unfold. [Chorus] Commanders callin', strategy so tight, Void reavers marchin’, into the night. Electro lines buzzin’, electric kite, Defense squad in sync, ready for the fight. [Bridge] Creeps come crawlin’, but we ain’t scared, Base fortified, every angle prepared. Heroes stand proud, every challenge dared, Legends of defense, their efforts declared. [Verse 3] Pulse rifles hummin', arcs in the sky, Barricades shatterin’, enemies cry. Tactics so sharp, mind's eye can’t lie, Triumphs of the brave, never say die. [Chorus] Commanders callin', strategy so tight, Void reavers marchin’, into the night. Electro lines buzzin’, electric kite, Defense squad in sync, ready for the fight.
[Verse] तेरा चेहरा है, क्या बवाल, लोग देखते हँसते, मानो हो कमाल, नज़रें चुरा लेते, रात को सड़कों पे, हसीनाओं की महफिल में, तू शान से खड़ा [Verse 2] किसी ने हँसी उड़ाई, और कोई ताने कसे, दिल में दर्द उठे, पर पनाह कहीं ना मिले, आईनों से लड़ाई, तेरी रोज़ की कहानी, फिर भी तू रोशनी, हो जाए रात काली [Chorus] दाग दिल में हो या चेहरे पे सजाए, तेरी कहानी तेरे साथ, हर कोई तड़पाए, दिल से तू हीरा, चेहरे से चाहे पत्थर, ज़माने के कहने से, मत तू बिखर [Verse 3] ख्वाब सजाए तूने, अपनों की नजर से, राहें मुश्किल, पर इरादे फौलादी हैं दिल से, लोगों की बातों ने, कभी न तू कही हारे, चेहरे की रेखाएं, बनेगी तेरी दिशा-सारे [Verse 4] कोई कहे बदसूरत, कोई कहे फरिश्ता, तेरी अपनी पहचान, समझ खुद को सपनों का आशिक, लम्हें बने कहानी, तेरे अल्फाज़ों में बसे, तू कायम और कायम रहे, इसकी हिम्मत दिखा [Chorus] दाग दिल में हो या चेहरे पे सजाए, तेरी कहानी तेरे साथ, हर कोई तड़पाए, दिल से तू हीरा, चेहरे से चाहे पत्थर, ज़माने के कहने से, मत तू बिखर
[Verse] College nights, turnt up, we gettin' lit, Beerpong, flip cups, that competitive grit, Red cups stackin', shots like a pro hit, In the basement, bass thump, we never quit. [Verse 2] Frats and sororities, they got the pull, Student loans, but we actin' like we rich, no lull, Books on the shelf, but it's shots we mull, Textbooks gather dust, wild lives we cull. [Chorus] Turnt up U, where the party don't stop, Kegs tapped, beat drop, we the cream of the crop, Dancefloor packed, sweat drip, bodies in a hop, Livin' for the weekend, climbin' to the top. [Verse 3] Late-night pizza runs, sauce on our lips, Dial up the crew, gotta make that trip, Campus legends, wild stories we drip, Weeklong benders, ain't loosin' our grip. [Verse 4] TikTok flares up, challenges we spark, Study halls empty, party’s in the dark, Midterms can wait, livin' for the lark, Snapchat memories, reality we embark. [Bridge] Cops roll up, lights flash, scatterin' champs, Hide in the dorms, evade nightlamps, Party rescheduled, new clandestine camps, Emails from deans, but we don't give a damn.
(Intro) Yo… Esto es pa’ la gente joven, presta atención, Que el respeto y el consentimiento son la base de la conexión. (Verso 1) Ey, no es un chiste ni un reto pa’l juego, Si ella dice “sí”, pero cambias, es veneno. El stealthing no es travesura ni hazaña, Es traición, es abuso, es cruzar una raya. Protección es pacto, es trato sagrado, Si lo rompes sin aviso, estás del otro lado. Respeta su cuerpo, respeta su voz, Sin consentimiento, tú pierdes a Dios. (Pre-coro) Si cambias las reglas en medio del acto, No eres valiente, solo un cobarde ingrato. Respeto es clave, sin excusas ni cuentos, Porque el “sí” se construye con entendimiento. (Coro) Sin consentimiento no hay juego, no hay nada, Si rompes el pacto, tu alma está manchada. Respeto primero, deseo compartido, El placer es libre, nunca impuesto ni fingido. (Verso 2) De frente te hablo, escucha el mensaje, No hay placer real si escondes un chantaje. Consentir es mutuo, no es manipulación, El stealthing es delito, no equivocación. La confianza se gana, no se roba en la cama, Si juegas con fuego, quemas tu alma. Mejor sé real, sé digno y sincero, Que amar con respeto te hace verdadero. (Puente) No más excusas ni juegos baratos, La vida es un viaje de pasos sensatos. El deseo es fuego, pero con respeto, Sin consentimiento, todo está muerto. (Coro Final) Sin consentimiento no hay juego, no hay nada, Si rompes el pacto, tu alma está manchada. Respeto primero, deseo compartido, El placer es libre, nunca impuesto ni fingido. (Outro) Esto es pa’ la juventud, conciencia y verdad, El respeto es la base de toda intimidad.
I came from the Bronx where the shadows scream, Mama held me close, kept me chasin’ the dream. Black Panther blood in my veins, born to fight, But poverty and struggle kept me up at night. A young poet with a fire in my chest, Spoke for the ghetto, gave the voiceless my best. From 2Pacalypse to “Dear Mama’s” glow, I showed the world pain that they ain’t wanna know.
[Verse] Iron throne dreams, stacking up schemes Crowns made of iron, plotting extreme No rest for the wicked, night terror theme Torching kingdoms, cashing in the gleam [Verse 2] Winter's comin', cold cash flow Papers in the pockets, icy show Hustle in the shadows, whispers grow Dragons in the vault, watch 'em blow [Chorus] Thrones to conquer, moves to make Gold in the vaults, kingdoms shake Iron sword dripping, fate at stake Streets of power, no room for fake [Verse 3] Noble faces, hidden aces We play in shadows, unseen traces Coin in hand, smirk on faces Leave 'em all guessing, covering bases [Bridge] Castles crumble, riches tumble Echoes of the past in every rumble We rise from the ashes, never humble In the game of thrones, never fumble [Chorus] Thrones to conquer, moves to make Gold in the vaults, kingdoms shake Iron sword dripping, fate at stake Streets of power, no room for fake
[Verse] Face against the asphalt, dreams never derailed, Jaw wired shut, words like a holy grail, Survivin' wreckage, still my spirit unveiled, Turnin' pain to power, my faith never farfetched. [Verse 2] Time in the hospital, nights feelin' long, Whispers in the dark, the beat of my heart's song, Vision blurred but my grind stayed strong, Every scar a reminder of where I belong. [Chorus] Through the wires, I'm speakin' truth to the night, Every line a testament, a warrior's fight, Rebuildin' from the ashes, reachin' new heights, Through the wires, perseverance ignites. [Verse] Metal in my mouth, still spittin' gold bars, Pain in every breath, but I'm reachin' the stars, Fallin' but risin', breakin' life's guitars, Turnin' struggle to rhythm in these rapid-fire spars. [Verse 2] Pills and stitches, they couldn't hold me down, Fans cheerin' louder, every verse a crown, Life’s a circus, but I ain’t no clown, Wired shut but my voice wears the gown. [Chorus] Through the wires, I'm speakin' truth to the night, Every line a testament, a warrior's fight, Rebuildin' from the ashes, reachin' new heights, Through the wires, perseverance ignites.
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