france revolution

(Chorus: kizaru) I'll send these fuckin' opps to hell, they ain't walkin' the streets no more All those who were older, why the fuck they broke and poor? All those who taught me right from wrong, you see (Yeah) 'Cause of all these motherfuckers, my heart turned to ice, brr (Brr) (Verse 1: kizaru & FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG) I did things different, if only I knew back then Before I learned my big bro was nothin' but a goddamn hen He showed me the game, I started slangin' dope (Ski) But in reality, he lied 'cause he's a bitch-ass scaredy-cat, fo' sho' (Scaredy-cat, fuck) Was young and trustin', I wanted to join the mob (Gang) But my big bro hadn't even seen a kilo, not a goddamn glob Remember the day, he said, "We gotta rob these fuckin' lames" (Tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh-tsh) But he stayed home himself, he was so afraid of the fuckin' names Needed to kick in the door, put 'em all face down on the fuckin' floor But it went sideways, 'cause he gave me an old, worn-out fuckin' war Started runnin' away, things went way too goddamn far (Too far) Heard gunshots, then on me, a shattered goddamn car Homie thought he was cool, pushin' powder to all (Ha-ha-ha) Now I see him cryin', he's facing a long goddamn fall (Yeah) And God knows, I never would've robbed a goddamn store (Woah, nah) But who the fuck could've known my big bro was a goddamn liar, for sure? (HAUNTED FAMILY, 52; Who the fuck could've known, bro?) (Verse 2: FRIENDLY THUG 52 NGG) Like a boxer, I needed my corner back then Snow is fallin', I'm in Uggs, thought it wouldn't happen again Dreamed of the day I'd buy a fuckin' jacket, so fine Seemed like Moncler was just way beyond my goddamn design (Bitch) Shinin' like a goddamn stone, get the fuck out the way, you son of a gun We made what's impossible in a stinky goddamn kitchen (Rap, woah) Touring now, my DJ's no longer on the goddamn run (R-ra, r-ra) Seeing snow in winter, still makes me wanna have some fun (Fuck) Smellin' good, baby, mixed Hermès with Guerlain (R-r-ra) Smoking cigarettes, I'm on stage hotter than Elvis' reign Five thousand euros bag, stopped forgivin' their fails Their hoes are holes, that's where the hood gets the herpes trails (Yeah) They talk about Wock' (Aye) When they only drank Pepsi-Cola on New Year's Day, flock Searching for clout everywhere, white boy, try blogging instead of hip-hop I creep through the snow, like a wolf, still the same, never will fuckin' stop (Chorus: kizaru) I'll send these fuckin' opps to hell, they ain't walkin' the streets no more All those who were older, why the fuck they broke and poor? All those who taught me right from wrong, you see (Yeah) 'Cause of all these motherfuckers, my heart turned to ice, brr (Brr)

[Verse] Desert winds whisper secrets in my ear, Kasbahs shining bright, got no fear. Henna on my hands, power in my stride, Camel caravan, ride through the wild side. [Chorus] Echoes of the souq, rhythms in the night, Medina magic under starry light. Flirtatious glances from the shadows they peek, Marrakech vibes make my heart skip a beat. [Verse 2] Spices in the air, scent of rose water, Hustle of the market, hotter and hotter. Tagine steam rising, tantalizing tease, Flowing through the alleys like an endless breeze. [Chorus] Echoes of the souq, rhythms in the night, Medina magic under starry light. Flirtatious glances from the shadows they peek, Marrakech vibes make my heart skip a beat. [Bridge] Mint tea sippin', playin' my game, Ancient vibes but they know my name. Belly dancers move, sway with finesse, Lost in the charm, can't second-guess. [Verse 3] From the Atlas peaks to the sea foam, Moroccan nights feelin' like home. Blend of old and new, rhythm and rhyme, Moroccan magic, it's our time.

Drop in the lobby, I’m buildin’ like Tetris Crankin’ up 90s, my edits are reckless Gold scar loaded, I’m feelin’ relentless Circle get smaller, but I stay the freshest Mom, Matthew hasn’t showered in 13 months 'cause he’s been grindin’ Fortnite! Shut up, Mom! Dripped out, default skin but I still flex Goin’ full sweat, make ‘em hit the reset Campfire burnin’, storm gettin’ closer One shot left, put his dreams in a folder Ayy, I just dropped off the battle bus Tilted be boomin’, no packin’ up Victory royale, man, add it up Big pot sippin', I'm stackin' up Llama on sight, man, loot be divine Hop in the Rift, now I’m lost in the sky Gold pump heavy, one shot to the mind Cracked on the sticks, yeah, I do this full-time Sweaty palms, I don't panic Got that mythic, doin' damage Storm be movin', I ain't laggin' Catch me crankin' like a habit Storm close in, but I never fold Top five left, now my heart go cold One last fight, yeah, the pressure explode Headshot clean, now the crown gets owned

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Wildcats Gettin Hot (Chorus) Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop, Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop, Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear, Greenfield in the house, the champs are near! (Verse 1) Zero on the court, Andrew May's the spark, 5’8” with that fire, gonna light the dark, Shootin’ threes like a beast, man, he don’t miss, When he steps up, you know it's pure bliss. Hudson McGuire, number one on the grind, 5’7” point guard, just watch him unwind, Breaking ankles, got you fallin’ like a fool, Gettin’ buckets every game, he’s the one that rules. (Chorus) Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop, Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop, Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear, Greenfield in the house, the champs are near! (Verse 2) Owen Daniel, IQ player on that court, 5’8” forward, you know he’s the sort, Making plays, got that vision that’s tight, When he’s in the zone, we gon’ win this fight. Drake Morrison, number five, shifty as hell, 5’7”, best shooter, shoot it like a spell, Raining down threes, got the crowd in a frenzy, When he gets hot, it’s lethal like a Benzie. (Chorus) Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop, Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop, Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear, Greenfield in the house, the champs are near! (Verse 3) Austin Picket, number twelve, fast like a jet, 5’11” guard, no one’s placing a bet, Defense so tight, man, he plays that role, Never know when he’s hot, got that fire in his soul. Nick Gossett, twenty-one, big and aggressive, 6’1” beast, man, he’s always progressive, Getting buckets in the paint, he’s a menace, When he’s on the prowl, fuckin' call a dentist! (Chorus) Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop, Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop, Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear, Greenfield in the house, the champs are near! (Verse 4) Zack Boyd, fifty-five, tall but uncoordinated, 6’7”, somehow still gets celebrated, Under the rim, he’s scoring like a champ, Got us flexin’ hard, like we just won a stamp. Devin Steely, twenty-three, scary yet soft, Man, don’t get it twisted, he’ll blast you off, When he gets rowdy, better watch your back, Wildcats in the game, we’re ready to attack! (Bridge) Coach Bryce Turnbough, runnin' the show, Makes ‘em run too much, but he’s cute though, Assistant Mason Jones, talkin’ trash on the side, Even when we winnin’, he’s full of that pride. (Chorus) Wildcats gettin' hot, we ain't gonna stop, Districts comin’ up, we gon’ make that drop, Ballin’ hard, bitches, ain’t no time for fear, Greenfield in the house, the champs are near! (Outro) So watch out, world, we comin’ full throttle, Wildcats heatin’ up, we poppin’ that bottle, Districts on the line, we ready to roll, State championship dreams, that’s our ultimate goal!

am i better at action or am i seeking attention? better bother a buddy than be breaking a bout casual catastrophe consequences creating caution damning the devil don’t dance without a doubt everlasting energy every night is everything fairly playing for the few it’s the fact you knew getting all this garbage gone is overall my goal haven’t i had enough all i need is to be hold this is, a break, let me, breath the chorus can come in quickly alphabetic order in an order of rap another number numbing what i’m loving where im at alphabetic order in an order of rap numbing the number for another runner lover dover (what?) i want to switch things up can i have a second why am i not able to breathe without getting sick i’m breaking a sweat im not gonna stick get the ick go and lick that ugly ass (WOAH) imma slow it down here for just a second. this next part is gonna be quick. take a breath with me take a step with me as i hit full speed! Venomous vernacular, verbal vendetta, I Vaporize villains, I’m vicious, I vet ’em, I Vex ‘em with volumes of volatile visions, I Volley vocab like a volatile piston, I Breakneck, bass wreck, syllable cyclone, Split-second switch-ups, flip into fight mode, Syntax whiplash, grip like a python, Tick-tock tempo, trip on the tightrope! Rapidly rattling radical riddles, Ripping through rhythms like ripping through brittle, Flicking the friction, inflict with precision, I’m flipping the diction like scripts in revision! Tangle the tongue till it’s twisted in torment, Torque up the torque till the tempo’s enormous, Flames in the frame when I blaze through the vortex, Bounce like a bullet—too fast for the cortex! Think you can spit it at full speed? alphabetic order in an order of rap another number numbing what i’m loving where im at alphabetic order in an order of rap numbing the number for another runner lover dover (what?) alphabetic order in an order of rap another number numbing what i’m loving where im at alphabetic order in an order of rap numbing the number for another runner lover dover (what?)

[Verse] Yo, I had a moment, lost control, veins iced, Told you things I shouldn't, heart turned to a heist, Apologies riding currents, heavy head I carry, Actions like daggers, man, it got real scary. [Verse 2] Back to back, we warriors, but I crossed the line, Brother's heart I shattered, left spirits in decline, Misunderstood intentions, got caught in the static, Now I'm here reflecting, admitting it dramatic. [Chorus] Brother, I'm sorry, words carved in stone, Threats I hurled, darkest seeds sown, Bridge ain't burned, let's rebuild and strengthen, Forgive my errors, let this bond lengthen. [Verse 3] Archer, you my bro, blood thicker than disdain, Tossed aside anger, let's cleanse in the rain, Every shot you take, admire from a distance, Fights brought us close, now seeking coexistence. [Bridge] Hope you hear my plea, through these rhyming lines, Recognize the sorrow in the beats and confines, Ain't no excuse, just truth in my confession, Rebuilding bonds deeper than any aggression. [Verse 4] Life's got its trials—sometimes we falter, Brother's love eternal, won't let it alter, Live and learn, bridging gaps, unspoken pact, From threats to love, let’s retrace this track.

[Verse] Aayi thi sapno ki rani, chhup gayi kahaniyon mein, Dil tha dhokha khaya, chhalta rahe afsaniyon mein, Dekh raha tha apne sheher ka har kona, Yeh zindagi bhi toh ek guma phira bahana. [Verse 2] Dil se tuney kheli, jaise hum rahein khale, Dosti ka jaam tha, bhara zehre wale pyale, Par main toh sher hu, kyun banun main seher ka sadak, Rehne de apne chal kapat, yeh hai hamari add. [Chorus] Dil ko lakhon todke jana, Hum to waise hi jeetenge fasana, Bihari blood, Gen Z swag hum layeinge vapas, Yeh jeet ka raaga, ab sunn sabhi aas paas. [Verse 3] Jheelon mein sapno ke thapde, Hum toh un sapno ke payal ke jhapde, Raat ki rani ki khushboo ko mehsoos karta, Dil ka har tukda, nafrat ko hatka. [Bridge] Modern life mein purane log hain gum, Lekin hum hain naye rangon ka jham, Rishton ko paaya humne ek naye dizain mein, Pyaar ke gaddar bhi, ab aate hain line mein. [Verse 4] Kahi jhootha pyaar, kahi true friend zone, Zara humse mil, hum hi hain wo unknown, Bihari swad, dil se milata hai, Yeh khel dil ka, har raat parishan kar jata hai.

“Flame-Grilled Flows” [Verse 1] Pulled up with the hunger, no wonder I’m cookin’, I’m pushin’ the order, no tip for the rookie, Flippin’ the script like a chef with a wrist, got the heat in the bag, and it’s sealed up fully. Crown on my head ‘cause I beef with the best, but I never get grilled ‘cause I handle the press. Got ‘em all salty, they fry when they test, I been servin’ up work, they just cleanin’ the mess. [Verse 2] Hand in the bag like a fortune told, stack up the dough ‘til the wrapper gold. Circle too small for a four-for-four, we don’t split no meals, only split these flows. They talk a lot but they don’t want smoke, only time they grill is a lunch-time joke. Took my drive-thru the fast lane, now I’m pullin’ up clean like a napkin fold. [Pre-Chorus] Tell ‘em don’t play me, I don’t do deals, Kept it too real, no clown in my meal. They paper-thin, man, I’m stacked for real, I got layers on layers, this ain’t just a grill. [Chorus] Burger for lunch, I need two in the bag, Drive-thru life, yeah, I move with the cash. Sauce on drip, I don’t need no tag, One bite in, now they all on track. [Verse 3] Spit it so fast, make ‘em double-take, butter my bread, I don’t fumble the plate. Came from the bottom like ice in a shake, now I’m mixin’ the flavors, the combo is great. Spoon-fed rappers get left with a spoon, I was raised where the hunger don’t fit in a room. Got ‘em all watchin’, they stare at the food—’cause I’m eatin’ so good that they copy my moves. [Outro] Last bite hit, but the meal don’t stop, I’m cookin’ up heat, got the whole block locked. Big bag heavy, no cap, no props, And the way that I serve? Got the tip on top.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Holy, holy, holy, yeah Pope Francis, let’s get it, uh Pope Francis, yeah, he stay blessin' Love and peace, he be teachin' all the lessons From Rome to the streets, man, we got the message Pope Francis, yeah, he stay flexin' Humble heart, but his faith is heavy Rollin’ through the church with the rosary steady Prayin' for the world, keep it strong, keep it ready Pope Francis, yeah, he always been the steady Pope in the Vatican, cool with the people Got the wisdom, always preachin’ 'bout the equal Serving the poor, showin' love, no sequel Ain’t no hate, just a vibe that’s so lethal He’s a king, no crown, but he walkin' like one Runnin' through the kingdom with the Holy Son From Argentina to Rome, yeah, he’s the chosen one Chillin' with the flock, while we battle with the demons Turnin’ sinners into saints, no matter what the season Pope Francis, yeah, the man on the throne Rappin' for the truth, got the whole world on the phone From the Sistine to the block, we all singin' his song Stayin' humble through the storm, he been movin' strong Pope Francis, yeah, he stay blessin' Love and peace, he be teachin' all the lessons From Rome to the streets, man, we got the message Pope Francis, yeah, he stay flexin' Humble heart, but his faith is heavy Rollin’ through the church with the rosary steady Prayin' for the world, keep it strong, keep it ready Pope Francis, yeah, he always been the steady He ain’t about the hype, just the truth he spittin' Unity’s the goal, that’s the mission he’s hittin' He got the cross on his neck, but it’s love he’s quittin’ Turnin’ hate into light, you know he ain't never slippin’ No chains on him, just the Holy Spirit flowin' Gave up the throne, and now the love keep growin' It’s all about the people, yeah, that’s how he’s rollin' Pope Francis, keep the faith alive, we showin’ He got the heart of gold, no cap, no flex He’s the shepherd, we the sheep, no time to stress Pope Francis, always with the people next Prayin' for the lost souls, leadin' to the best Pope Francis, yeah, he stay blessin' Love and peace, he be teachin' all the lessons From Rome to the streets, man, we got the message Pope Francis, yeah, he stay flexin' Humble heart, but his faith is heavy Rollin’ through the church with the rosary steady Prayin' for the world, keep it strong, keep it ready Pope Francis, yeah, he always been the steady Pope Francis, yeah, we all got the vision With the man of peace, there’s no division Pope Francis, yeah, that’s the real mission We gon' spread the love, no matter the condition, uh. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Pope Francis...

[Verse] Kalbim vurur sanki geceleyin çalar davullar, Aşkta yolculuk var, ama yollar da tuzaklar, Ruhum yükselir, aşk yıldızlardan bir parça, Para cebimde yoksa, aşk da yok ortada. [Verse 2] Paranın peşinde, hepimiz aynı yolda, Başarıya ulaşmak, ter döker durur asırlarca, Çalışmak zorundayız, elif gibi dimdik, Hayallerimiz olmazsa, ruhumuz eksik. [Chorus] Aşkın tadı başka, paranın kokusu başka, Başarıya ulaşmak, bitmez bu aşkla, Çalışırsak yarınlar, bize güler elbet, Hayat bizim sahnemiz, başrolde hep biz varız. [Verse 3] Geceleri ışıklar, şehirde yankılar, Adım adım ilerler, başarı yollarında, Paranın pulları, elimde kavrulacak, Ama aşk olmadan, resim eksik kalacak. [Verse 4] Çalışmanın sesi, her gün yeni bir zurnadır, Aşkın tatlı sözü, kulaklarda yankılanır, Başarı peşinde, bir maraton koşucusu, Para dedikleri şey, elimde yanan bir nar. [Chorus] Aşkın tadı başka, paranın kokusu başka, Başarıya ulaşmak, bitmez bu aşkla, Çalışırsak yarınlar, bize güler elbet, Hayat bizim sahnemiz, başrolde hep biz varız.