Neva Fake

[Verse] Mic check, one-two, step on stage, I"m a fiend, Lights flash, crowd wild, livin" out a dream, Beat drops, bass thump, heart in sync with the boom, Rhymes flow, words glow, filling up the room. [Verse 2] From the gutter, came up, dodging pitfalls and traps, City streets taught me lessons, gave me lyrical maps, Late nights, bright lights, pen and pad on my lap, Spitting truth, spitting fire, can"t nobody adapt. [Chorus] In the jungle with gorillas, swinging from the vines, Climbing higher, reaching apex, hustlin" for mine, Chain of thoughts, break the locks, no confine, Microphone musings, truth in every rhyme. [Verse 3] Mind sharp, like a dagger, cuttin’ through the mist, Stage roar, crowd applaud, can’t resist, Every verse a chapter, every hook a twist, Scripts in the ether, can"t cease, can"t desist. [Bridge] Through the highs, through the lows, every trial I face, Words heal, words kill, tied in life"s race, Echoes of the struggle, imprinted in the bass, Legacy immortal, can"t erase, I embrace. [Verse 4] Picture this, no frame, canvas made of sound, Echo Chambers, verbal painters all around, Dripped in folklore, legends never bound, Centuries of cadence, time unbound.

[Verse] Concrete jungle, silence ain"t a word, Graffiti facades, voices always heard. Train tracks hummin", life on the bring, Huslin" dreams, in the city we sing. [Chorus] Money chasin", takin" risks on the daily, Hood night stories, nothing ever failed me. Neon nights, we fly under the radar, Flippin" scripts, writin" plays with a broken star. [Verse 2] Rooftop thoughts, dollar bills tabloid, Pockets lean, but my spirit"s never void. Street light visions, hustlers in disguise, Eyes sharp, cuttin" through this urban prize. [Chorus] Money chasin", takin" risks on the daily, Hood night stories, nothing ever failed me. Neon nights, we fly under the radar, Flippin" scripts, writin" plays with a broken star. [Verse 3] Back alley whispers, secrets never safe, Lost souls rally, no time for fake. Legends in our blocks, tales left to tell, Rhymes like bullets, breakin" outta cells. [Chorus] Money chasin", takin" risks on the daily, Hood night stories, nothing ever failed me. Neon nights, we fly under the radar, Flippin" scripts, writin" plays with a broken star.

--- (Beat drop, těžký bass) Yeah, yeah, yeah… Rosťo, poslouchej, tohle je pro tebe, zvedám level hry, tebe spláchnu do nebe. Pejskář s piňa koládou v ruce, když tě vidím, chce se mi smát – fakt prudce. (Verse 1) Máš na vodítku psa, co je větší než tvůj respekt, každej, kdo tě vidí, si říká: "To je aspekt?" Jsi Koblížek? Spíš suchá houska, tvůj styl je jak písek – no prostě hrubá zkouška. Piňa koláda v kelímku, růžový brčko, vypadáš jak influencer s fejkovou značkou. Tvůj pes ti zdrhá, protože cítí trapnost, Rosťo, fakt sorry, ale nemáš žádnou zdatnost. (Refrén – zpívaný, ironicky) "Piňa koláda, psi kolem běhaj’, Rosťa na rohu zas trapně čumí." (Tvoje flow je jak ta limonáda, sladká, slabá – nula paráda.) (Verse 2) Říkáš si king, ale jsi spíš dvorní šašek, v tvým hoodu o tobě nemaj’ ani flašek. Snažíš se flexit s voříškem v parku, ale já ti dám bars jak headshot do tvaru. Koblížek? Ne, spíš prošlá sušenka, tvůj vibe je jak starej track bez refrénka. Já jedu bomby, ty jedeš k vodítku, já mám ten oheň, ty jen chuť na smetánku. (Outro) Tak si dej svou piňa koládu, dej si klídek, já tu zatím budu sbírat další výhry. Pejsci tě maj’ rádi, to je asi fajn, ale rap game tě sežere – goodbye! ---

[Verse] Woke up early, city lights still flickerin" Chasin" dreams, money schemes, mind thinkin" quicker Foot on the pavement, grindin", no hesitation World"s a jungle, I"m the lion, domination [Chorus] Hustlin" dreams, livin" life without a beat Grittin" through the struggle, never face defeat Eyes on the prize, heart in every street Paper trails and tales, ain"t no retreat [Verse 2] Corner of the block where stories untold Back against the wall, we fightin" for gold Dollar and a dream, that’s the aim, stay bold Life’s a poker game, watch how you roll [Bridge] Nightfall creepin", shadows in the mist Huntin" opportunities, can’t afford to miss Adrenaline rushin", every shot"s a risk Survivin" under pressure, sound of the click-click [Verse 3] Midnight hustle, under streetlights glow Moves so swift, they barely know Beyond the facade, struggle in the flow Rise against odds, watch the legend grow [Chorus] Hustlin" dreams, livin" life without a beat Grittin" through the struggle, never face defeat Eyes on the prize, heart in every street Paper trails and tales, ain"t no retreat

[Instrumental]

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before his third bowel move. (needs a doctor) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em in (click to receive) Hybrew’s got a million songs More jams than college kids smoke bongs Guitar’s on fire, drums keep the time Flooding your phone with another rhyme (look in the mirror and whine, saggy boobs is a crime) Family group chat’s blowin up again (never included) New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, most say insane you know You click that the thing replay it again and again (share and subscribe) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. (nobody ever replies) He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real (I thought I had talent) One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs (throw noodles on the wall see what sticks) One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night. Mosquitos get raid and maybe I"ll get paid. Like old school mafia maybe I"ll get made.

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before his third bowel move. (needs a doctor) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em all Hybrew’s got a million songs More jams than college kids smoke bongs Guitar’s on fire, drums keep the time Flooding your phone with another rhyme Family group chat’s blowin up again New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, some say insane But you know you’re gonna click that play again (share and subscribe) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. (nobody ever replies) He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real (I thought I had talent) One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs (throw the noodles on the wall see what sticks; Hillbillies and billy bus liberals mixed.) One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night. Mosquitos get raid and maybe I"ll get paid. Like old school mafia maybe I"ll get made.

[Verse] Calle caliente, sin calma en los caseríos Tumban puertas, buscando los desvíos Malianteo abierto, pistolas en la cintura Donde el respeto se gana con bravura [Chorus] En el caserío, se siente la presión Donde el ruido de balas marca el son Droga y calle, siendo la lección Sobreviviendo al ritmo del cañón [Verse 2] Lampos azules rompen la noche muda Correteando sombras, la calma se esfuma En cada esquina, el negocio próspera Maliante con máscara, la ley desespera [Chorus] En el caserío, se siente la presión Donde el ruido de balas marca el son Droga y calle, siendo la lección Sobreviviendo al ritmo del cañón [Verse 3] Manos marcadas con el olor al perico En el barrio, el narco se vuelve rico Jovencitos en la esquina, vida de vicio Cuánto vale tu vida, depende del juicio [Bridge] Miradas frías, desconfianza en la acera Una traición, y te miden la carrera Respiras miedo, noches sin luna llena Sobreviviendo al caos de esta condena

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before he even moves Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em all Hybrew’s got a million songs Every day, another one’s gone Guitar’s on fire, drums keep time Flooding your phone with another rhyme Family group chat’s blowin’ up again New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, some say insane But you know you’re gonna click that play again Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night

Kaun Mehfooz (Verse 1) Mehfooz, Mehfooz, kaun Mehfooz? Dil se jo sabki sunta, woh Mehfooz Sapne jo saare poora karta hai Har raah pe saath chalta hai (Chorus) Mehfooz, Mehfooz, kaun Mehfooz? Jo bhi aaye mushkil raaste, woh Mehfooz Himmat kabhi na haarta hai Doston ka sacha yaar hai (Verse 2) Mehfooz hai har ik baat mein Hasna, rona, sabhi jazbaat mein Uski kahaniyon ka rang alag hai Jahan jaaye bas khushiyon ka sang hai (Chorus) Mehfooz, Mehfooz, kaun Mehfooz? Jo bhi aaye mushkil raaste, woh Mehfooz Himmat kabhi na haarta hai Doston ka sacha yaar hai (Bridge) Mehfooz ki duniya rang birangi Uski baaton mein khushbu hai roshni Har lamhe ko jeene ka junoon hai Suno sab yeh, yeh kaun Mehfooz hai (Outro) Mehfooz, Mehfooz, kaun Mehfooz? Sath ho jo uska, sabko lage mehfooz Uski muskurahat hai sab pe bhaari Jeena hai Mehfooz ke rang mein pyaari

**[Zwrotka 1]** Nocą miasto się pieprzy wokół mnie, kurwa, yeah Drogie drinki, jebane laski – chcę to wszystko, skrr Rick Owens na stopach – mój styl to czysta bestia, oho Balenciaga oplata ciało – to nie film, to real, kurwa, yeah **[Pre-Chorus]** O mnie gadają, że żyję jak prawdziwy król Melanż, hajs i ziomki – stół zawsze pełen, bez ściemy, skrr Jaramy zielsko, myśli lecą w pieprzony kosmos Luksusowe życie – mój manifest, nie żadne bajki, oho **[Refren]** O mnie, o mnie, historia ulicą się toczy Opium we krwi, oczy świecą – fakt, a nie jakaś pierdolona bajka O mnie, o mnie, bogactwo realne, bez kłamstw i złudzeń Z ziomkami do rana – noce pełne ekstazy, yeah **[Zwrotka 2]** Dziewczyny lgną do mnie jak pszczoły do miodu, skrr Szampan leje się strumieniami – nikt tu nie zna głodu, oho Codzienny dostatek to moja jebana rzeczywistość, mój świat Designerskie ciuchy definiują mnie, każdy detal – mój znak, yeah Zielsko i opium wyrywają umysł z kajdan, dodają skrzydeł Drogie alkohole – każdy łyk to smak życia, kurwa, w pełnej krasie Rick Owens i Balenciaga – to nie przechwałki, to norma Luksusowe życie? To real, nie pierdolona opowieść, skrr **[Refren]** O mnie, o mnie, historia ulicą się toczy Opium we krwi, oczy świecą – fakt, a nie jakaś pierdolona bajka O mnie, o mnie, bogactwo realne, bez kłamstw i złudzeń Z ziomkami do rana – noce pełne ekstazy, yeah **[Outro]** Życie w dostatku, melanż do rana – to mój kurwa świat O mnie – wszystko, co mam, pulsuje w rytmie ulicznych snów, oho

[pre chorus] [female] Bury me in glass; watch my blood reflect the sun Crush my brittle bones; snort the dust and call it love Choke me with your absence; let the silence scrape my throat Rewrite my reflection; make it mouth the words you won"t [chorus] [female] Drain your fever into me, I wanna burnnnn Just like you, just like you, just like you Crack my skull and let your thoughts take their turnnnnn Think me through, think me through, think me through [rap] [male] I’m addicted to your absence, yeah, I thrive on the distance, like I’m starvin’ for a taste of pain—what a twisted existence, You left me in the dark, but I’m out here lightin’ matches, burnin’ bridges that I built, like I’m proud of these scratches, Look at me now, I’m so numb I’m practically frozen, still lookin’ for a reason why I’m chasin’ what’s broken, It’s like I’m fightin’ my own mind just to make sense of this, but every thought I have just twists into a mess of bliss. I laugh at myself ‘cause I’m lost in the confusion, addicted to the chaos like a self-inflicted illusion, Told myself I’d walk away, but I’m stuck on repeat, beggin’ for the same old silence like it’s all I ever need, Oh, and when you ghost me, man, I’m addicted to the static, like I’m starvin’ for your absence, fuck, that’s automatic, I’m a wreck, but I’ll wear it like a crown on my head, and I’ll keep playin’ this game while I’m fillin’ it with dread. You’re a drug, I’m the needle, and I’m shootin’ up the high, tellin’ myself I’m done, but I’ll never say goodbye, Sick of the mind games, but I can’t escape the cage, it’s like I’m addicted to the madness, even when I’m outta rage, Yeah, I’m twisted as hell, but I’ll keep spinnin’ the wheel, playin’ Russian Roulette with my own way to heal, I’ll burn all my bridges just to watch ‘em turn to dust, and then I’ll watch myself sink, ’cause it’s all I can trust. I keep comin’ back to the wreckage that you left behind, I’m a moth to the flame, yeah, you got me blind, I’ll pretend that I’m fine, yeah, I’ll wear it like a crown, but inside I’m fallin’ apart while I’m searchin’ you down, You don’t care, but that’s fine, I’m just another sad joke, I’ll keep writin’ these lines while I choke on the smoke, You left me in silence, but somehow I’m still speakin’, addicted to the void, it’s the only thing that’s leakin’. [pre chorus] [female] Bury me in glass; watch my blood reflect the sun Crush my brittle bones; snort the dust and call it love Choke me with your absence; let the silence scrape my throat Rewrite my reflection; make it mouth the words you won"t [chorus] [female] Drain your fever into me, I wanna burnnnn Just like you, just like you, just like you Crack my skull and let your thoughts take their turnnnnn Think me through, think me through, think me through