Dropping 20 Bombs

Ayo, we’re not here to hide, we’re here to thrive, 20 kills or nothing, let’s keep the dream alive. Drop hot, straight to the fight, Tilted or Mega, it’s a savage sight. Pick up a pump, SMG on my hip, Shield up quick, I’m ready to rip. First blood’s mine, catch ‘em in the open, Build up high, now the lobby’s broken. Every shot’s clean, I’m a one-man team, Spray through the walls like a Fortnite dream. Drop 20 bombs, light up the field, You’re in my sights, better grab a shield. I’m stacking loot, you’re stacking regrets, Victory’s mine, and you’re losing the bet. Box fight master, edits so fast, Double edit down, you won’t even last. Gold Scar poppin’, sniper in hand, Peek once, boom, sent back to the land. Rotation’s tight, rift to the zone, W key pressed, I’m always in the zone. Squads wiped clean, solos get fried, Leave a trail of builds in the storm you died. Drop 20 bombs, light up the field, You’re in my sights, better grab a shield. I’m stacking loot, you’re stacking regrets, Victory’s mine, and you’re losing the bet. Cranking 90s to the height, what a view, I see the last squad; I’m coming for you. Shockwave in, straight to the fight, Make the whole lobby wish they said goodnight. 20 kills up, crown’s on my head, Another Victory Royale, nothing else said. From the drop to the end, I gave it my all, You don’t want the smoke when I’m on the call.

Dearest Alma Mater Western Wayne Through ages we'll praise thy name With pride and joy, We'll cherish Thee. In our young hearts Forever you'll be! A future so bright To us you gave, The perils you taught us How to brave. May your colors shine, bright and bold Be our guiding light, Precious black and gold. We all pledge our loyalty to thee Eternally Western Wayne!

"Broke & Boujee" (Verse 1) I’m walkin’ down the aisle, doin’ math in my brain, Ramen in my cart, keepin’ costs real tame. Gotta choose between chicken or the beef, When your money’s runnin’ low, every dollar's a relief. I got that store brand cereal, it’s the same, don’t you know? No-name pasta, it’s the star of the show. A dollar ninety-nine, that’s a meal for the week, I’m the thrifty chef, every dish is unique! (Pre-Chorus) Living paycheck to paycheck, you know the deal, Turnin’ nothin’ into somethin’, it’s a budget meal. Beans and rice, rice and beans, keep it cheap and clean, I’m a low-income legend, got my kitchen routine. (Chorus) I’m broke and boujee, eatin’ like a king on a dime, Stretchin’ every penny, I’m the chef of hard times. Top Ramen with some hot sauce, that’s a feast, When you’re ballin’ on a budget, every bite is a treat. Broke and boujee, doin’ what I can, Living large on a small-budget plan. (Verse 2) Canned tuna, canned corn, and that mac and cheese, I’m a master of survival, just doin’ what I please. Frozen veggies, on sale, throw ‘em in a pot, Add some spices, make it taste red hot. Got that EBT, yeah, you know me, I’m a savvy shopper, living thrifty. Turnin’ scraps into gourmet, watch me flip, Got my apron on tight, I’m the budget food whip. (Pre-Chorus) Living on the edge, got no room for waste, Repurposin’ leftovers, don’t let ‘em go to waste. Rice cakes, peanut butter, that’s my snack, When you’re low on funds, you gotta bounce back. (Chorus) I’m broke and boujee, eatin’ like a king on a dime, Stretchin’ every penny, I’m the chef of hard times. Top Ramen with some hot sauce, that’s a feast, When you’re ballin’ on a budget, every bite is a treat. Broke and boujee, doin’ what I can, Living large on a small-budget plan. (Bridge) Dollar store dinners, but we make ‘em gourmet, You’d think I’m five-star, but it’s minimum pay. From pantry to plate, it’s a frugal display, A low-budget feast, that’s how we slay! (Chorus) I’m broke and boujee, eatin’ like a king on a dime, Stretchin’ every penny, I’m the chef of hard times. Top Ramen with some hot sauce, that’s a feast, When you’re ballin’ on a budget, every bite is a treat. Broke and boujee, doin’ what I can, Living large on a small-budget plan. (Outro) So here’s to the folks on that low-income grind, We’re the kings and queens of the coupon find. Doesn’t matter what’s in the fridge, we’ll make it shine, ‘Cause when you’re broke and boujee, you still dine fine.

[Verse] City lights are burning bright In the alley Outta sight We dance with shadows in the night Against the grind We take flight [Verse 2] Concrete dreams mix with steam Neon nights We chase the gleam Sidewalk stories Wild and free In this urban symphony [Chorus] We rise above the noise and streets Where heartbeats blend with beats In the jungle made of steel We hustle hard We keep it real [Verse 3] Graffiti tales on the wall Echoes of the street call We stand tall Never fall Every struggle We recall [Bridge] In the heart of this machine Living life unseen Together we can dream Hustle is our theme [Chorus] We rise above the noise and streets Where heartbeats blend with beats In the jungle made of steel We hustle hard We keep it real

[Verse] Maestro on the track, baton spin, start conductin' Instruments in sync, symphony eruptin' Violins and cellos, basses pluck the strings Brass blowin' hard, woodwinds hittin' things [Verse 2] Prancin' through the notes, crescendos risin' tall Oboe solos wail, harp strings craftin' walls Movement three, allegro, feet tap, fingers snap Mozart in the mix, Beethoven bridge the gap [Chorus] Fingers on them keys, ivories dance divine Orchestra be swayin', melodies combine Rhythms interlockin', every note precise Classical rap fusion, blendin' sounds so nice [Verse 3] Piccolo flutters, percussion poundin' fierce Timpani be rollin', no note reverse Clarinet whispers low, sly, smooth croon Symphonic synergy, under grand moon [Bridge] Conductin’ wild flow, baton cuts the air Audience in awe, every sound laid bare Interweave the timbres, bring harmony to life Classical meets the streets, cut through the strife [Chorus] Fingers on them keys, ivories dance divine Orchestra be swayin', melodies combine Rhythms interlockin', every note precise Classical rap fusion, blendin' sounds so nice

From Tel Aviv to Ramallah's streets, Two lands divided, where history beats. But under neon lights, they meet, McDonald’s tables, taking a seat. Palestinians, Israelis, once apart, Now sharing fries, heart to heart. In a place where borders blur, Hope begins with what’s simple and sure. Big Macs shared, where peace can grow, Israel and Palestine, let it show. Burgers stacked, and fries to share, A taste of unity, beyond despair. Beef patties sizzle, buns so warm, In this spot, no need for alarm. Tomatoes, lettuce, pickles stacked, A shared bite, no history hacked. Talking softly, stories blend, Finding a new way, old wounds mend. With each sip of soda’s fizz, There’s laughter, love – that’s what this is. Golden arches, a simple sign, A place where peace begins to shine. From Jerusalem’s stone to Gaza’s shore, They come together, asking for more. Big Mac sauce, tangy and bright, Tasting hope in every bite. Palestinians, Israelis see, Peace can start with you and me. Big Macs shared, where peace can grow, Israel and Palestine, let it show. Burgers stacked, and fries to share, A taste of unity, beyond despair. Families laugh, tables clink, Differences fade with every drink. Sharing nuggets, sharing space, In this moment, there’s a trace, Of peace unfolding, side by side, No longer foes, with nothing to hide. As the night falls and lights gleam, Under McDonald’s roof, a dream. Palestinians, Israelis break the chain, Finding peace in a meal so plain. Big Macs shared, where peace can grow, Israel and Palestine, let it show. Burgers stacked, and fries to share, A taste of unity, beyond despair.

Magar Chupke Chupke Saanson Mein Badi Bekaraari Aankhon Mein Kai Rat Jage Kahin Kabhi Lag Jaaye Dil To Kahin Phir Dil Na Lage Apne Dil Mein Zara Thaam Loon Jaadu Ka Main Isay Naam Doon Jaadu Kar Raha Hai Jaadu Kar Raha Hai Asar Chupke Chupke Do Dil Mile Rahe Hain Magar Chupke Chupke Aise Bhole Bankar Hai Baithe Jaise Koi Baat Nahin Sab Kuchh Nazar Aa Raha Hai Din Hai Ye Raat Nahin Kya Hai Kuchh Bhi Nahin Hai Agar Honthon Pe Hai Khaamoshi Magar Baatein Kar Rahi Hain Baatein Kar Rahi Hain Nazar Chupke Chupke Do Dil Mile Rahe Hain Magar Chupke Chupke Kahin Aag Lagne Se Pehle Uthta Hai Aisa Dhuaan Jaisa Hai Idhar Ka Nazaara Vaisa Hi Udhar Ka Samaa Dil Mein Kaisi Kasak Si Jagi Dono Jaanib Barabar Lagi Dekho To Idhar Se Dekho To Idhar Se Udhar Chupke Chupke Do Dil Mile Rahe Hain Magar Chupke Chupke Sabko Ho Rahi Hai Haan Sabko Ho Rahi Hai Khabar Chupke Chupke Do Dil Mile Rahe Hain Magar Chupke Chupke Gupchup Gupchup Chup Chup Oo (x2) Magar Chupke Chupke Gupchup Gupchup Chup Chup Oo (x2) Magar Chupke Chupke Ha Haan Chupke Chupke.

[Verse] Main hoon kya Haryane ka chhora Gaon ki gali se Desi vibe leke aaya Nayi gali se Tere jaise chhokre dekha maine laakhon Apni kahani likhu Asliyat ke khaaTon [Verse 2] Galliyan meri Yaadein meri Kisaanon ki mitti Haath mein leke sapne Khule aasmaan mein jitti Suhane pal yaad hain Kornise pe baith ke Har gham ko maine khud hi Gaane me baandh ke [Chorus] Yeh kahani Yeh zubani apni Ghar ka raasta Dhoondhunga main sakhi Dhool bhari andherein Roshni ka paigam Jeevan ki muskurahat Bas ek surila geet [Bridge] Gaane gaane Thakne nahi dete hum Zindagi ke safar mein Gaana hi saathi tum Gaon se shahar tak Le lete rahe hum Dil se laga ke Sapno ko barso hum [Chorus] Yeh kahani Yeh zubani apni Ghar ka raasta Dhoondhunga main sakhi Dhool bhari andherein Roshni ka paigam Jeevan ki muskurahat Bas ek surila geet [Verse 3] Dosti yaari Ghar ki loyalty Bas itni si kahani Tere bin hui incomplete Har pal mein jeete hain Khul ke Karein yahin Gaon ki gali mein Sapne poore magar yahin

[verse] Ooo aš myliu tave Ooooo tu myli mane Ši meilė stipri Ir garsiai tyli [chorus] Aš myliu tave Tu mano širdis Tu mano mintis Aš myliu tave Tu myli mane [Verse] Aš ir tu Mes Kartu Tu mano angelas be sparnų Dėl tavęs gyvenu [verse] Ooooo aš myliu tave Ooooo tu myli mane Ši meilė stipri Kartu ji trapi [chorus] Aš myliu tave Tu mano širdis Tu mano viltis Aš myliu tave Tu myli mane Kol mes kartu Aš dėl tavęs gyvenu [Verse] Aš myliu tave Ar būsi šalia? Ar būsi šalia Kai man bus sunku Ar būsi šalia Kai ryte prabundu Be tavęs negaliu Dėl tavęs gyvenu [Chorus] Oooo aš myliu tave Oooo ar myli mane? Ši meilė stipri Kartu ir trapi Dėl tavęs nemiegu Dėl tavęs gyvenu Dėl taves aš esu [Chorus] Ooooo aš myliu tave Ooooo tu myli mane Ši meilė stipri Ir garsiai tyli Ooooo aš myliu tave Oooo tu myli mane Dėl tavęs aš esu Dėl tavęs gyvenu Oooo myliu tave

(Dj). (Dj got that dope) Ya. Ya. Ya ya ya ya tired of his shit (shit) got a big ass shoe collection they all Mach my fit (fit) I’m driving and drifting tumbling and spinning. Woke up 4weeks later turns out I was in a coma my girl said she wanted to go back to the future so I bought her a DeLorean I’m so high I’m going to mars like Bruno. My Coke so white it got let off with a warning my gtr so black when my lights turn off I’m never coming back (ya). (Ya).

Hiding in the shadows, can't nobody see me I'm the king of this game, they all wanna be me I strike at night, when the stars align My victims don't stand a chance, they're just wasting time I leave clues behind, but they never solve it They call me a monster, but I love it I am the Zodiac killer, I reign supreme No one can stop me, it's like a dream

My friend called me Skibidi, smooth with the motion, Catch me in the mix, got the world in devotion. Gyat on my mind, yeah, she’s turning heads, A goon on the grind, stacking up my bread. I’m a rizzler, the king of finesse and play, Words hit heavy like beats from Dre. Slide to the scene, make the crowd go wild, Skibidi steppin’, I’m that trend-setting child. Skibidi gyat, got the vibes on lock, A goon in the cut, making haters all stop. Rizzler of the year, yeah, I’m never gonna flop, Got the bassline banging, watch it pop, pop, pop! Drip so clean, got ‘em staring in awe, Every step I take feels like breaking the law. Gyat with the glow, she a ten out of ten, Skibidi smooth, make ‘em do it again. A goon in the shadows, but I shine so bright, Lyrics too sharp, cut deep in the night. Rizzler supreme, yeah, my talk got weight, When I step to the mic, the whole room vibrates. Skibidi gyat, got the vibes on lock, A goon in the cut, making haters all stop. Rizzler of the year, yeah, I’m never gonna flop, Got the bassline banging, watch it pop, pop, pop! Skibidi sway, I’m the king of the groove, Gyat by my side, yeah, she loving the moves. A goon with the flair, always set to improve, Rizzler in the booth, yeah, I came to prove. Skibidi gyat, watch me rise to the top, Rizzler with the style, and the grind won’t stop. A goon with the hustle, yeah, I’m making it hot, Skibidi life, every beat’s a new drop!