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ZWROTKA 1 Słyszę kroki, czuję dreszcz, znowu one, znowu gdzieś. Zapach słodki, ciepły szept, w głowie szum, w sercu grzech. Ich ciała tańczą w gęstej mgle, blade dłonie suną w cień. Usta miękkie, chcą mnie zjeść, zatrzymać ruch, nie dać wejść. Zostań, mówisz, spójrz mi w twarz, w twoich oczach płonie blask. Czuję ciepło, puls jak gra, jedno dotknięcie, potem ja… --- REFREN Nie patrz w oczy, nie łap tchu, one czują każdy ruch. Gdy się zbliżysz, tracisz grunt, to nie miłość, to ich bunt. Nie patrz w oczy, nie chciej czuć, nie daj skórze wejść na skrót. Gdy się poddasz, będzie żal, to nie pragniesz – to ich plan. --- ZWROTKA 2 Biegnę, widzę puste domy, życie w proch, świat zgnieciony. One śmieją się w oddali, cicho szepczą: "Ty nas pragnij". Wchodzę w mrok, nie ma drzwi, za mną one, krzyczą mi. "Dotknij, zostań, tylko raz", ale wiem, że to ich trans. Ściany drżą, podłoga miękka, oddech gęsty, cisza piękna. Już za późno, czuję żar, grzyb w ich ciałach, grzyb w ich wargach. --- REFREN Nie patrz w oczy, nie łap tchu, one czują każdy ruch. Gdy się zbliżysz, tracisz grunt, to nie miłość, to ich bunt. Nie patrz w oczy, nie chciej czuć, nie daj skórze wejść na skrót. Gdy się poddasz, będzie żal, to nie pragniesz – to ich plan. --- BRIDGE Jeden dotyk, jeden smak, jedna noc i nowy świat. Serce wali, płynie dźwięk, usta chcą, choć ciało śpi. Dłonie lepkie, ruch bez granic, czas się zginął w chorym transie. Nie wiem, kiedy, nie wiem, jak, ale czuję – już ich mam. --- ZWROTKA 3 Leżę cicho, wokół cienie, chcę coś mówić – brak imienia. Ich języki, ich ramiona, ciepła fala, rozkosz płonie. To już koniec, nie ma mnie, to, co było, wchłonął grzech. Grzyb jest we mnie, jestem nim, nie ma woli, nie ma chwil. --- REFREN Nie patrz w oczy, nie łap tchu, one czują każdy ruch. Gdy się zbliżysz, tracisz grunt, to nie miłość, to ich bunt. Nie patrz w oczy, nie chciej czuć, nie daj skórze wejść na skrót. Gdy się poddasz, będzie żal, to nie pragniesz – to ich plan. --- OUTRO Cisza wokół, ciało mdłe, życie było, teraz tlen. Zaraz wstanę, znajdę Cię, dotknę lekko – poznasz mnie.

Basic Chemical Composition of Carbohydrates: Composed of carbon (C), hydrogen (H), and oxygen (O). General formula: (CH₂O)n, where n is the number of carbon atoms. Hydrogen and oxygen are typically in a 2:1 ratio, similar to water. II. General Formulae of Carbohydrates: (CH₂O)n, as mentioned above. This formula highlights the basic building blocks and the hydration aspect of carbohydrates. III. Structural and Chemical Formulae of Simple Sugars (Monosaccharides): Monosaccharides: Simple sugars that cannot be further hydrolyzed. Basic building blocks of carbohydrates. Examples: Glucose (C₆H₁₂O₆): Structural Formula: A six-membered ring with hydroxyl (-OH) groups attached to each carbon. Chemical Formula: C₆H₁₂O₆. Important energy source. Fructose (C₆H₁₂O₆): Structural Formula: A five-membered ring. Chemical Formula: C₆H₁₂O₆. Fruit sugar. Galactose (C₆H₁₂O₆): Structural Formula: A six-membered ring. Chemical Formula: C₆H₁₂O₆. Component of lactose. IV. Main Classifications of Carbohydrates: Monosaccharides: Single sugar units. Examples: Glucose, fructose, galactose. Disaccharides: Two monosaccharide units joined by a glycosidic bond. Examples: Sucrose (table sugar): Glucose + fructose. Lactose (milk sugar): Glucose + galactose. Maltose (malt sugar): Glucose + glucose. Polysaccharides: Many monosaccharide units joined together. Examples: Starch: Storage polysaccharide in plants (glucose units). Glycogen: Storage polysaccharide in animals (glucose units). Cellulose: Structural polysaccharide in plant cell walls (glucose units). Chitin: Structural polysaccharide in arthropod exoskeletons and fungal cell walls. V. Main Functions of Carbohydrates in Living Organisms: Energy Source: Glucose is the primary energy source for cells. Starch and glycogen are storage forms of energy. Energy Storage: Glycogen in animals and starch in plants store energy for later use. Structural Support: Cellulose provides structural support in plant cell walls. Chitin provides structural support in arthropod exoskeletons and fungal cell walls. Components of Nucleic Acids: Ribose and deoxyribose are pentose sugars that are part of RNA and DNA, respectively. Cell Signaling and Recognition: Carbohydrates are involved in cell-cell recognition and signaling, often as part of glycoproteins and glycolipids.

broke ass bitch, walk to the park, skate to work, your special needs and we don’t like you predator Yo, Nate the Great, but you ain’t that slick, Lookin" like a fainting goat, yeah, you need a quick fix, Struck by lightning seven times, damn, you a joke, Face droopin" like your skills, man, you need hope. Rollin’ on Social Security, countin’ them checks, Livin’ in Pleasant City, man, what’s next? Flexin’ like a thug, but couldn’t box a match, Banned from UFC, cuttin’ corners like a snatch. (Chorus) Nate the Great? More like Nate the Late, Can"t keep up with me, you ain"t even in the skate, Out here in the streets, I’m a beast, you a fake, While you chasin" down checks, I’m stackin’ this paper— (Verse 2) smashin" Hue Jackson"s wife, you think you slick, But every cheerleader you banged was a cheap little trick, Got a face like a 13-year-old, what the fuck, Beneath that scrappy beard, boy, you need some luck. Tried to fix side by side, man, what a fail, Can’t drive a whip but stalked me, boy, you pale, Dated Bailey one afternoon, what a disaster, Shoulda known her next move was runnin’ faster. (Chorus) Nate the Great? More like Nate the Late, Can"t keep up with me, you ain"t even in the skate, Out here in the streets, I’m a beast, you a fake, While you chasin" down checks, I’m stackin’ this paper— (Bridge) So keep flexin’ on them streets with your droopy face, Tryna catch a vibe, but you lost the race, A world-class jump roper? Man, that’s a joke, In the ring, you punch air, but I’m the real smoke. (Outro) So step back, Nate, know your place in this game, You just a lightning rod, and I’m the one with flame, Take your social checks and your wannabe fame, I’m ridin’ high while you drown in the shame. Yeah, Nate, the Great? Nah, you just plain lame, Bow out, son, your time’s up, it’s a wrap—put it on my name!

[Verse 1] Fluorescent lights and a chemical haze Another long shift in the solvent maze Beakers bubbling, pressure’s tight Gold drips slow in the ghost-white light [Pre-Chorus] I keep my gloves on, keep my mask tight Breathing deep but never quite right Gotta watch the heat, watch the flame One wrong move, and it’s up in pain [Chorus] Oh, I extract and react Locked in the lab, never looking back Turn the flower into something new But I feel like I’m burning too [Verse 2] CO2 runs through the steel-tight veins This machine don’t care about my name Terpenes rise like ghosts in the air Staring at the wall like I’m not even there [Pre-Chorus] I keep my gloves on, keep my mind numb Waiting for the day that my time comes Another batch, another dream Everything’s clean but nothing’s clean [Chorus] Oh, I extract and react Locked in the lab, never looking back Turn the flower into something new But I feel like I’m burning too [Bridge] Maybe I’ll break, maybe I’ll bend Maybe I’ll drown in the solvent again Maybe I’ll leave, maybe I’ll stay Maybe I’ll fade like the smoke in the bay [Chorus - Refrain] Oh, I extract and react Filling up jars full of crystal wax Burning away, breaking in two But I feel like I’m burning too [Outro] Another shift, another spark Another life lost in the dark

Raise Your Money Thomas Yo, Thomas, your game is weak as hell, Lookin' like a troll, man, you need to gel. Glasses on your face makin’ you look blind, Fat kid, cross-eyed, lost in your mind. Broke as a joke, can’t even find change, With no bitches around, man, it’s lookin’ strange. You flexin’ on the gram, but it's all a front, Reality check, homie, you ain't got the stunt. Got that small weenie, ain't no one impressed, While I’m stackin' my racks, you just feelin’ stressed. Autistic retarded? Bruh, that ain’t a vibe, Step in this ring, see how I take your pride. Yo, you ain't got the heat, just chillin' in the shade, In the game of life, bitch, I’m gettin’ paid. You’re stuck in your room, playin’ Fortnite solo, I’m out in the streets, while you’re missin’ the flow. Fat and ugly? That's a rough combo, Lookin' like a sidekick in your own damn show. You’re the king of the zeros, I'm the flowin’ chief, Got the whole crew laughin’ while I’m bringin' the heat. Step back, plump boy, this ain’t your scene, I’ll take your shine, make your light so mean. Raise your money, Thomas, get off the floor, ‘Cause in this real game, you’re just a bore. So quit the frontin’, you know you can't compete, Chasin’ after dreams that are way outta reach. Call yourself a thug? Man, that’s pure fiction, I’m livin’ the life, with my crew on a mission. So take this diss, let it in your brain, Step it up fast, or I’ll make you feel pain. Raise your money, Thomas, change your game plan, ‘Cause I’m the real deal, you’re just a fat man.

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh This one for my kings, yeah, you know who you are Melanin glowin’, baby, shining like a star (Verse 1) Black skin, black love, yeah, that’s royalty Ain’t no shame in my game, just loyalty Strong hands, strong mind, yeah, he built like that When he step up in the room, all eyes fall back He got that deep brown gaze, got me hypnotized Lips full, skin smooth, got me mesmerized Ain’t no need to hide, we gon’ stand tall Love so loud, we don’t care who call (Pre-Chorus) From the city to the South, yeah, we hold it down Black love too strong, never play around Every shade, every tone, yeah, they all divine Got me proud to say that this king is mine (Chorus) Black kings, yeah, they shine so bright Hold me close when we step out at night Ain’t no fear, we gon’ live our truth Me and my man, yeah, we breakin’ through (Verse 2) Golden skin in the sun, he a masterpiece Swagger drippin’ when he move, yeah, he talk with ease Ain’t no shame in this game, we gon’ love out loud They been sleepin’ too long, but we woke right now From the curls in his hair to the stride in his walk When he hold me real close, I ain’t gotta talk He my backbone, yeah, he lift me up A real king, real love, never switchin’ up (Pre-Chorus) From the West to the East, yeah, we hold it down Black love too strong, never play around Every shade, every tone, yeah, they all divine Got me proud to say that this king is mine (Chorus) Black kings, yeah, they shine so bright Hold me close when we step out at night Ain’t no fear, we gon’ live our truth Me and my man, yeah, we breakin’ through (Outro) Yeah, this for my brothers, stand tall, stay strong Ain’t no limit to this love, we been here all along Black kings, black love, yeah, that’s real facts Ain’t no turning back, yeah, we built like that

Wrap It Up Lil Bro Yo, Mumbles, you think you a threat? But we all know you just a pet, Cross-eyed fatty, can’t see the scene, Tryna flex hard but you just a meme. Broke boy, ain't stackin' no dough, Got rejected, now you layin' low, Thought you was slick, but I'm callin' bluff, You ain't tough, you just soundin' rough. Ain't no game when I’m spittin’ these bars, You aim for the sky, but you ain't got stars, You autistic, but your flow's impaired, Wrap it up, lilbro, your dreams pre-pared. Lookin’ foolish with that sad little style, Try to front hard, but can’t go the mile, You say you a thug, but we see the truth, Ain’t no heat in your beats, just a wack excuse. Your rhymes got me laughin', man, what a joke, Mumbles out here soundin’ like he choked, Step back, kid, you ain't worth my time, This a crime scene, I'm takin’ what's mine. I roll with the real, you roll with the fake, When you drop, we all know it’s a mistake, Time to retire, put the mic on the shelf, Wrap it up, lilbro, better find yourself. This is chess, I’m the king in this game, You just a pawn, can’t even say your name, Bow down, recognize who holds the crown, You a lost cause, better stay underground. So take my advice, don't step to the best, Wrap it up, lilbro, take a long rest, I’m a beast in this game, you just a little pest, Mumbles, I’m done, time to put you to the test.

Going Through It (Verse 1) Yeah, I’m growin’ up, it’s rough, Nineties kid, we were tough. Dodgin’ bullets, life’s a game, Fake friends, man, they all the same. Used to ball, now I’m flexin’, Bitches talk, all that stressin’. Nostalgia hit, like a brick, Lost some homies, life’s a trick. (Chorus) We goin' through it, can’t you see? Life’s a struggle, set me free. Fake love, yeah, fuck the truth, Nothin' real from the damn booth. (Verse 2) Used to chill, now it’s all fake, Niggas switch, that’s a big mistake. Always grindin’, stackin’ paper, Thought they real? Nah, they taper. Lookin’ back at my old crew, Now it’s just a selected few. Stayin’ solid, never frontin’, Life’s a bitch, but we still stuntin’. (Chorus) We goin' through it, can’t you see? Life’s a struggle, set me free. Fake love, yeah, fuck the truth, Nothin' real from the damn booth. (Bridge) Yeah, we hustle, we survive, Thuggin’ hard, keepin’ dreams alive. Life’s a lesson, hard to learn, But every scar, I’ll let it burn. (Outro) So here I stand, no regret, Livin’ life, no need to fret. Going through it, but I’m strong, In this game, I still belong.

Alright, here's a Carlton diss track, keeping it (relatively) clean: (Record scratch) Yo, lemme tell you 'bout the Blues, a team of fading hues, Been waitin' for a flag, payin' those membership dues. Decade after decade, the same old sorry tale, "This is our year!" you scream, then watch your season fail. (Verse 1) From Princes Park to Docklands, the same predictable plight, Chokin' in September, vanishin' from the light. "Bagging the picks," you boast, like it's a grand design, But talent on the whiteboard don't always cross the line. Your forward line's a mystery, a puzzle no one solves, Missed tackles, dropped marks, another season dissolves. You're buildin' for the future? That's what you always say, While other teams are winnin', you're stuck in yesterday. (Chorus) Carlton, Carlton, oh, where did you go? The team of broken promises, a never-ending low. Your fans are gettin' restless, their patience wearin' thin, Another year of heartache, where do you even begin? (Verse 2) Your midfield's full of runners, but lackin' that hard edge, When the pressure's on, you crumble, fallin' off the ledge. The "Navy Blues" are faded, more like a washed-out grey, Reflectin' your performance, year after dreary day. Remember '95? That's your last taste of the top, While other clubs are risin', you're takin' quite a flop. Your history's impressive, but that's all it seems to be, A relic of the past, a faded memory. (Chorus) Carlton, Carlton, oh, where did you go? The team of broken promises, a never-ending low. Your fans are gettin' restless, their patience wearin' thin, Another year of heartache, where do you even begin? (Bridge) They call you the "Baggers," but you're carryin' nothin' grand, Just years of disappointment, throughout the whole land. So wave your navy banners, and sing your ancient song, But deep down in your hearts, you know you're always wrong. (Outro) Yeah, Carlton, that's the sound, Of another season crashed and burned, and buried in the ground. So next year, when you're talkin' up your chances, just remember this, You're the team that always falters, the team that always misses. (Mic drop)

Yo, let me tell you ‘bout a dude from Jaywick town, Ashley got one eye, but he never backs down, Rolling through the streets, yeah, he’s known for being a knob, But the life that he’s living, man, it’s tough and it’s bare. Other people’s weed in his pocket, chasing highs in the night, Trapped in a struggle, it’s a hell of a fight, With his girl by his side, lost in a haze, Chasing after shadows, through a dangerous maze. Ashley, one-eyed king in a world With a girl who loves the rush, keeps her heart intact, Life’s a wild ride, but the lows hit hard, In a game full of dealers, ain't no one on guard.