Wemi

Im Rasterbau liegt Ordnung, so rein und perfekt, Wie Noten im Takt, die das Chaos verdeckt. Straßen marschieren, geradlinig und starr, Ein Netz, das die Zukunft mit Planung gebar. Doch wo bleibt das Gefühl, das die Seele entflammt? Wo Kurven, die flüstern, was einst uns verband? Die Harmonie hier ist strukturiert, Doch ohne ein Herz, das uns inspiriert. (Strophe 1 - Farid Bang) Yo, Nordamerika – alles straight wie 'ne Line, Hier wird nicht gespielt, alles streng, alles fein. Keine Gassen, keine Wege, die zum Irren verführen, Hier gibt’s Straßen, die dich ohne Umweg entführen. Doch wo ist der Vibe, wo die echte Kultur? Nur Beton, kein Herz – Mann, das killt die Struktur. Klarer Plan, klare Zahlen, okay, Respekt, Doch Chaos ist Kunst, das hab’n die vercheckt. (Refrain - gemeinsam) Rasterbauweise, Struktur, ein Plan, Doch verwinkelte Gassen ziehen uns in den Bann. Geschichte und Ordnung, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. (Strophe 2 - Mozart) Europa singt vom Chaos, so wild und frei, Enge Wege, Kultur, und die Seele dabei. Von Stadtmauern geformt, im Handel gewachsen, Ein Netz voller Leben, das Menschen verpacken. Hier flüstert die Zeit aus den Winkeln der Nacht, Wo Gassen uns führen und Geschichte erwacht. Kein Raster, kein Plan, doch Harmonie pur, In den Ecken Europas schlägt echte Kultur. (Strophe 2 - Farid Bang) Ey, Europa, das ist oldschool, roh und wild, Gassen wie ein Labyrinth, Mann, das ist mein Bild. Hier riechst du die Geschichte, sie lebt in den Wänden, Keine Blocks, keine Floskeln, hier zählen Legenden. Hier läuft kein GPS, du gehst auf Gefühl, Kein Plan, kein Raster, dafür echter Stil. Zwischen Mauern und Steinen hörst du die Stadt schrein’, Das ist keine Architektur – das ist echt, das ist dein! (Refrain - gemeinsam) Rasterbauweise, Struktur, ein Plan, Doch verwinkelte Gassen ziehen uns in den Bann. Geschichte und Ordnung, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. (Bridge - gemeinsam) Manhattan zeigt das Raster, perfekt und kalt, Doch Rom lebt vom Chaos, das die Zeit umgestalt’. Der eine sieht Klarheit, der andere Magie, Zwei Städte, zwei Welten, doch beide sind sie. Die Zukunft so leuchtend, die Vergangenheit glüht, Was wär’ die Welt ohne Vielfalt, die blüht? (Refrain - gemeinsam) Rasterbauweise, Struktur, ein Plan, Doch verwinkelte Gassen ziehen uns in den Bann. Geschichte und Ordnung, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. (Outro - Mozart & Farid Bang) Ob Grids oder Gassen, wir alle sind hier, Städte erzählen, was wir lieben, was wir spür’n. Manhattan, Rom – zwei Welten im Licht, Das eine geordnet, das andere poetisch schlicht.

Maitri ka swag hai sabse alag, Nails aur rings se kare dil mein lag. Makeup ka jaadu, style mein jadoo, Long walks pe chale, taare gin le saath tu. Panchayat ka craze, uska alag hi phase, Hansi ke bomb, jo sabki tension erase. Apni band bajaaye, khud hi maza laaye, Baadon ke storm se sabko bachaye. Jhumka aur dupatta, perfect match kare, Slow-motion khana, tortoise se jeet le. Sabse alag hai, sabse pyaari, Maitri ke naam ka baj raha shankhnaad! Dinner pe baithti, spoon ko ghoor ke, Sab plate khali, yeh abhi bhi sur ke. Masti mein expert, har joke pe super-hit, Jab tak na hasaaye, nahi maane defeat. Style ki rani, jisme hai apni baat, Dupatta aur jhumka, kare sabko flat. Self-roast queen, par confidence zyada, Apni duniya mein, woh khud ek sauda. Jhumka aur dupatta, perfect match kare, Slow-motion khana, tortoise se jeet le. Sabse alag hai, sabse pyaari, Maitri ke naam ka baj raha shankhnaad! Jab raat hoti, toh long walks pe nikalti, Chaand se baatein, apni duniya mein chalti. Pyaar se hasna, aur pyar se hasaana, Maitri ke vibes mein sab hai doob jaana. Style aur swag, jo baatein kare clear, Maitri hai woh sister, sabse dear. Tortuga queen, style machine, Maitri ki duniya hai full evergreen!

Наталя, сьогодні твій день! День Народження хочу побажати тобі безмежного щастя, бо ти на нього заслуговуєш Бажаю тобі не переставати ставити цілі і йти до мети, адже в тебе все неодмінно вийде Цей світ дуже мінливий, люди на шляху будуть різні, тож я бажаю тобі не загубити себе, бути собою і завжди вірити в себе Бажаю відчувати підтримку близьких і знати, що поряд люди, які тебе ніколи не покинуть і сумні і навіть веселі години Нехай ваше з Мішою кохання з кожним роком тільки міцнішає і щоб ти ви не знали що таке ті кризи в стосунка, бо може їх і немає по суті Кохай, будь кохана і не забувай про головне - любов і піклування до себе Ти в себе єдина, одна і ти заслуговуєш тільки на краще, завжди про це памятай Посміхайся і неси світло в цей світ, бо воно зможе показати тобі правильний шлях, де б ти не була Люблю тебе і обіймаю

Where me drop the beat (rap voice), deep voice

[Verse] Tu kudi kamaal lagdi ae Jiven soni gudi sadi galiyan ch majdi ae Akhiyan da teer teinu vekh chala giya Dil mera teno pher hath na aaya [Chorus] Oh tu kamaal di kudi Mainu tu vi mil jandi Har pati ve kadde Tu hi dil di rani [Bridge] Tere jaisa koi hor ni Dil tera sadey laayi Mainu tu na saambhdi Ae ghaayal ik laayi [Verse] Oh baby tu hai wakhra swag Gallan ch teriyan bade kool tag Jind jaan ve tenu samajhiyan Dhadkan meri tu hi pehli chaal [Chorus] Oh tu kamaal di kudi Mainu tu vi mil jandi Har pati ve kadde Tu hi dil di rani [Verse] Saddi jindagi hon thoda bachke chalo ni Husn tu vi raakhi meray dil nu kholo ni Ho chadhi jaye teri akhan di shararat Nachdi sadi duniya bhool jaye hum

كنعيش حياتي بحال فيلم فالـ slowmo كلشي كيعدي وأنا عالق فهاد الـ promo وجوه كذوب، كلامهم toxic عايش وسط مسرحية، الدنيا فوضى، chaotic Reality خادعة، كلشي مشوه كتلقى الدحكة، لكن الداخل مهدم كنجري وراء الوقت، كنحاول نلقا الطريق لكن الزمن مجنون، كيضيعني فالتسبيق Slowmo life, ماشي speed كنقلب على الحقيقة وسط الـ greed دموع فالليل، وضحك فالنفاق Reality ضباب، والحلم غارق فـ الأعماق فكل خطوة كنحس بالثقل ديال الهموم كنبني أحلام، لكن كلها كاتطيح فالنجوم القلب بارد، لكن العقل مشتعِل كنحاول نعيش، وسط عالم فاسد ومعطوب Music هي العلاج، هي الصرخة ديالي فكل بار كنعيش الحزن ديالي Reality check، واش نكمل؟ ولا نوقف؟ لكن الراب هو صوتي، هو اللي كيحرر الحرف Slowmo life, ماشي speed كنقلب على الحقيقة وسط الـ greed دموع فالليل، وضحك فالنفاق Reality ضباب، والحلم غارق فـ الأعماق Yo, فهاد الزنقة، كلشي كيبيع وجه الواقع كايغرق، والخيال هو الفوج كنعيش بين الزيف والحقيقة ولكن في الأخير، كلشي ديال الدقيقة كنشوف الدنيا كتتحرك بحال الشريط كنكتب قصتي، لكن الحبر كيضيع فالبيت Slowmo flow، بحال الـ chaos فالأفكار كنبني عالم خاص، بلا قوانين ولا معايير كلشي فانٍ، لكن الأثر كيبقى كنعيش فهاد الحياة، كنقاوم بلا توقف الراب هو الدمعة، هو الضحكة فالسكون كنصرخ فالصمت، كنحكي على المكنون Slowmo life, ماشي speed كنقلب على الحقيقة وسط الـ greed دموع فالليل، وضحك فالنفاق Reality ضباب، والحلم غارق فـ الأعماق

--- Legends Speak We break the chains, rewrite the script, legends rise, don’t ever trip, Every voice, a weapon wielded, every verse, the truth revealed in, Echoes through the streets we run, heroes made, we’re never done. --- Yo, the pen’s a scalpel, I’m surgical with words, Cutting through the nonsense, leave you rattled and stirred. They say I’m twisted, a menace with a sinister wit, But I’m just a poet, turning pain into hits. I’ve been down, been doubted, and shouted at loud, But I flip that doubt into the fuel that I’m proud. Every bar’s a bullet, my target is change, Spit fire in the rain, leave the mic deranged. --- It’s Pac, reincarnated, still spittin’ that truth, From the block to the booth, I’m the voice of the youth. Struggle made us soldiers, scars tell the tale, Survivin’ in this system that was built for us to fail. Keep my eyes on the prize, see the bigger scheme, Every verse is a weapon, every rhyme’s a dream. Pourin’ hope in the hopeless, light in the dark, This revolution starts with a word, then a spark. --- Now I’m Certain Cee, gotta set this flame alight, A fusion of finesse, this is more than just a fight. My cadence is the armor, my flow’s artillery, Painting pictures vivid, yeah, I’m redefining history. Every cipher I step in, I’m raising the stakes, Carving legacies in rhythms, no room for mistakes. I’m the blend of raw passion, precision in craft, And when I step up to the mic, know I’m built to outlast. --- Barbie back with the venom, crown tilted, I reign, The queen of this chessboard, y’all pawns in the game. Play the part, slay the art, every word a Monet, Brush strokes on the beat, I Picasso the stage. They love to hate, hate to love, but I’m levels above, Spitting truth with a twist, dipped in glitter and gloves. My pen’s got power, my vibe’s a dynasty, Put us all on one track, that’s supremacy. --- We break the chains, rewrite the script, legends rise, don’t ever trip, Every voice, a weapon wielded, every verse, the truth revealed in, Echoes through the streets we run, heroes made, we’re never done. ---

part 2 Sonniiiii Sonniii. Se on nese täällä taas. (totta vitussa) Sonni vitun huora oisit voinu vittuilu lopettaa, mut nyt jatkoit ja alan lisää riimii tiputtaa. Alkaa pikkuhiljaa sun vitun läski olemus vituttaa.(Vittu sä oot jäääätävä) Soini vittu tapanko sut hyvällä vai pahalla? Tuun sun vituun kotiin ja ammun sut aseellaa. Ei tarvii sit mulle tulla valittaa ku ite oot nii rasittavaa (ah). Oot nii vitun rasittava et yks biisi ei riitä. Jos en huomen ammu sua nii ole hyvä ja kiitä. Soini vittu sut vois aseella tappaa toivon et mannet sut kadulla hakkaa. Meet aina vaa kotiis safkaa. Vitun läski pitääkö toistaa? Sut vois vittu täst maailmasta poistaa. Oot vitun rasittava oikee maanvaiva jos kuolisit nii ei sua jäis ketää kaipaa. (vitu huora) Tuun sun kotiovelle ja huudan siel et vitun huoraa. sanon taas ei voisit vaan vittu kuollaa. Vittu oon kans ruma. Sun hiustyyli on päin vittuu, sun parturi huutaa aina et voi vittuu. Ja voi vittu mee oikeesti suihkuu näytät siltä ku joku ois vetäny huumeruiskuu vitu likane sonni.(ah) Soini tuun sut aseella tappaa toivon et mannet sut kadulla hakkaa. Joka tunti käyt mäkis safkaa. Mul on pari sanaa: Haista Paskaa. Vittu hirtä ittes tai pala roviossa sä asut jossai vitu kusisessa luolassa. Vitu likane huora painat vähintään viissataakiloa ees hampaaton läski ei sua halua. Vittu tukehdu kondoomiin jos sul sellaseenkaa on varaa jos nään sut viel kerran nii mun hermot palaa. Vitu munkki tipuit lattialle ku synnyit vittu sitö ketää ei halunnu.(ah) Vitu skunkki haiset paskalle, hyi vittu. Vitu lehmä tapa ittes oikeesti vitun huorrrrrraaaa

**Verse 1** In the silence of the night, I feel your glow, Every whispered dream, every secret I know. But shadows from my past, they hold me tight, Fear of letting go, fear of the light. **Chorus** Oh, I love you more than words can say, But my heart's a prisoner, locked away. With every beat, I fight the pain, Hoping one day, I’ll break these chains. **Verse 2** Your laughter dances in the air, A melody of hope, a gentle prayer. But the scars I hide, they speak so loud, In a crowded room, I feel so proud. **Chorus** Oh, I love you more than words can say, But my heart's a prisoner, locked away. With every beat, I fight the pain, Hoping one day, I’ll break these chains. **Bridge** Maybe one day, I’ll find the strength, To tell you the truth, to go the length. But until then, I'll guard this flame, Loving you softly, though it feels like shame. **Chorus** Oh, I love you more than words can say, But my heart's a prisoner, locked away. With every beat, I fight the pain, Hoping one day, I’ll break these chains. **Outro** So here I stand, beneath the stars, Carrying the weight of my hidden scars. I’ll love you quietly, from afar, Until the day I find who we are.

How's man talkin' about pressure? I don't feel pressure Bro Send a text in the chat, give out some testers Then back to my leisure I got bro 'til the end cah that's my bredda That's my bredda, that's my bredda I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonna get popped I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonn get popped No opp can't Milly Rock on my block I hit so many shots on my block I sip my drink, don't need to work Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock Pressure Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter Still break down bricks like Jenga No opp can't Milly Rock on my block I hit so many shots on my block I sip my drink, don't need the work Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock Pressure Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter Still break down bricks like Jenga Ay, cats keep callin' my phone, man, leave me alone I'm grindin' I woke up this mornin' smilin' Haters tryna bring me down, I don't know why people out here stealin' flows Tryna keep it on the low, thought they did it on the sly Stepped in the function with a bottle of the Henny and the Cro and I did it for the vibe Push bike and I did it with the guys Done it with the green, bro, did it with the rice Done it with a text, bro, done it with recks Sold everyone a dream and I did it with a lie Little man, you don't wanna live this life Outside with your kitchen knife 'Til things get hot on the block and this shit goes left all you need's advice How's man talkin' about pressure? I don't feel pressure Send a text on the trap line, giv out some testers Then back to my leisure I got bro 'til the end cah that's my bredda That's my bredda, that's my bredda I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger (true) Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped (hello?) Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonna get popped No opp can't Milly Rock on my block (nope) I hit so many shots on my block (block) I sip my Henny, don't need the wock' Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock, pressu

Yo, this is a journey through the divine, Where the ancient meets the rhythm, every line intertwines. Hindu gods in the house, feel the power they hold, Let me tell you their stories, timeless and bold. Brahma, the creator, with four faces he’s divine, Spinning the wheel of life, space, and time. In the lotus he sits, the Vedas in his hand, From the cosmic ocean, he crafted the land. But yo, not worshipped much, that's kinda strange, Still, his role in the cycle will never change. Hindu gods in the sky, bring the truth and the vibe, From the cosmos to the earth, they keep us alive. Power and wisdom, love and might, Let’s rap to their stories in the eternal light! Vishnu, the preserver, keeps it all in check, From the chaos of the world, he protects and reflects. With Lakshmi by his side, wealth flows like the sea, Ten avatars, from the fish to the king, that’s he! Rama with his bow, Krishna with his flute, In every age, Vishnu’s justice is absolute. Shiva the destroyer, in meditation he’s chill, But when he opens his third eye, you better stand still. Nataraja in the dance, tandava beats the drum, Destroying all illusions, a new age will come. Ganga in his hair, moon shines so bright, Mount Kailash is his home, glowing in the twilight. Durga and Kali, fierce and untamed, Powerful warriors, evil they’ve tamed. Saraswati’s wisdom, Ganesha’s mind, With them in your corner, success you’ll find. Hindu gods in the sky, bring the truth and the vibe, From the cosmos to the earth, they keep us alive. Power and wisdom, love and might, Let’s rap to their stories in the eternal light! Hanuman the monkey, loyal and strong, With his faith in Rama, nothing could go wrong. Lifted mountains, crossed the seas in a leap, Devotion so deep, it’ll make your soul weep. So bow to the gods, feel the energy rise, From the depths of your soul to the infinite skies. The lessons they teach, timeless and true, In this rap, their stories come alive for you. Om Namah Shivaya, Jai Shri Ram, Feel the blessings flow, like a healing balm. Hindu gods in the rhythm, divine and vast, Their stories keep echoing, forever they last!