Bitch boy Jake

Villarreal and Burroni, yeah, yeah, yeah Okey? Let’s go! They told you buy, buy, buy Now your money’s all gone, Working nine to five Just to barely hold on. They printing that cash while you’re breaking your back Working all night, don't see day-light Trapped in the game, at the end, you wont like." Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Ray-ban on their eyes. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Money in their arms, money in their hands. We all want to buy, but not not all want to act right. government wants our cash, now I’m in the ash They, promised us wealth, but inflation destroyed our health The leaders are planning they're making the rules, They promised relief they knew they would fail, Rich people get the money while we're treated like fools. Raise the rates, force that spend, Then blame inflation when it doesn't end. This is not a warning, we’re all stuck. They're pushing the markets They're playing with us. They're winning the money we are stuck in the fraud. They’re gaining the power. They have the control. Buy, own, show it off Happiness is granted, it is all you need A hollow joy, a broken mind, the only thing your missing is the latest phone. Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Ray-ban on their eyes. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Money in their arms, money in their hands. We all want to buy, but not not all want to act right. government wants our cash, now I’m in the ash They, promised us wealth, but inflation destroyed our health

The Fam Jam Clean Version (Verse 1) Yo, we a crew, six deep, that's the fam, Jakob on the scene, flexin’ like a champ. Ruth on the grind, 17, she a queen, Pålle 13, livin’ life like a dream. (Chorus) We ballin’ hard, no time for the drama, Family tight, like a suit of armor. Lars Monson on the screen, watchin’ like it’s gold, But Jakob and Dad? Nah, they ain’t sold. (Verse 2) Jonathan’s the baby, 8 years of swag, Mum’s by his side, never let him lag. They lovin’ that nature, trippin’ through the wild, But Jakob and Ruth? Too cool, too styled. (Bridge) Old folks in the back, just chillin’ in their zone, They built this house, made it feel like home. But when it’s family time, we all gotta connect, People talkin’ nonsense, but we ain’t ’bout disrespect. (Chorus) We ballin’ hard, no time for the drama, Family tight, like a suit of armor. Lars Monson on the screen, watchin’ like it’s gold, But Jakob and Dad? Nah, they ain’t sold. (Verse 3) Pålle’s got the jokes, always crackin’ a smile, Jonathan laughs, that’s the kid’s true style. Mum’s in the kitchen, cookin’ up a feast, While Dad’s in the backyard, chillin' with the beast. (Outro) So here’s to the fam, we ain’t ever fake, Through thick and thin, we’ll never break. Six strong, we unite, gang tight, that’s the deal, This family’s a fortress, my friend, that’s real!

(Verse 1) Yo, Jake Shimmon, let’s set the scene, With a forehead so big, it’s like a movie screen. You roll up on your bike, thinkin’ you’re the man, But you crashed at the roundabout, what was your plan? (Chorus) Jake Shimmon, you’re livin’ in a dream, With 0% fluffy hair, you’re not on the team. At 4 foot 2, you’re barely a threat, But we’re all just here, placing our bets. (Verse 2) You strut around town, but we all know the truth, That small package you flaunt ain’t impressin’ the youth. You think you’re a player, but you’re just a joke, With a forehead so wide, it’s hard to provoke. (Chorus) Jake Shimmon, you’re livin’ in a dream, With 0% fluffy hair, you’re not on the team. At 4 foot 2, you’re barely a threat, But we’re all just here, placing our bets. (Bridge) So take a step back, and look in the mirror, You’re crashin’ and burnin’, it couldn’t be clearer. With a name like that, you should be ashamed, In the game of life, you’re just a little too lame. (Outro) So here’s to you, Jake, keep doin’ your thing, But remember this diss, it’s a lyrical sting. You might think you’re fly, but we all see the flaws, In the battle of life, you’re just givin’ us pause.

(Yeah… uh… I can feel it, feel it… uh… let’s go…) At the fast-food spot, late night drive, Neon signs glow, the city’s alive. Clock hits twelve, but the world don’t sleep, Concrete hums with a rhythm so deep. Windows down, hear the sirens fade, Streetlights dance on the boulevard shade. Corner store hustle, kids still play, Echoes of the past never drift away. Late-night walks, just takin’ it slow, Every block got a story to show. Walkin’ through the night, feelin’ that high, Streetlights hum while the cars roll by. Ain’t no rush, no need to hide, Let the city take me for a ride. (Ooooh, yeah, I feel it now… Ooooh, yeah, don’t slow it down…) (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Let the city breathe, hear that sound, Every little step got me lost, but found. Echoes bounce from the walls at night, Ain’t no rush, just ridin’ tonight. (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Peace in the air, world so wide, Nowhere to go, just takin’ the ride. One last stop, one last sight, Let the city hold me tight. Rooftop views, skyline shine, Memories hit like vintage signs. Metro hums, train doors close, Silent stories nobody knows. Graffiti tags from years before, Footsteps echo on the old corner store. No past, no future, just me in the now, Livin’ this moment, still holdin’ it down. No plans, no stress, Just vibes, no less. No calls, no fights, Just peace, just life. Feel it deep, let it ride, Let the city be the guide. (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Cruisin’ through the city, speakers on blast, Memories play like they never went past. Street so quiet, breeze so light, Ain’t no rush, just ridin’ tonight. (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Windows down, world in sight, Let it all fade, let it feel so right. One more stop, one more light, Let the city hold me tight. (Yeah… uh… just let it ride…) (City breathin’, world still schemin’, but we just dreamin’… yeah…)

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मैं भारत हूँ, मेरी पहचान, सदियों से जिंदा, अडिग मेरी जान। सपनों की धरती, वीरों की भूमि, पर अपनों ने ही मुझे तोड़ा हर क्षण। (Pre-Chorus) बिकते अख़बार, झूठी कहानियाँ, सच को दबाती ये मजबूरियां। कोई यहाँ राजा, कोई फ़कीर, पर हर कोई बेचता है तक़दीर। (Chorus – Hook 🎶) मैं भारत हूँ, मैं माटी की सदा हूँ, झूठ की आंधी में सच की जलती लौ हूँ। मैं भारत हूँ, मुझे गिरने न दो, मैं भारत हूँ, मुझे बिकने न दो! (Verse 2) राजनीति के रंग हैं गहरे काले, वादों की चादर में हैं कितने छाले। कुर्सी की भूख में सब खो गया, जनता का सपना भी सो गया। (Bridge – Emotional Shift 🎵) कानून की आँखें बंद पड़ी, सड़कों पे रौंदी गई उम्मीदें। माँ गंगा रोए, नदियाँ सिसकें, क्यों बहाए जहर हमारी तक़दीरें? (Chorus – Hook 🎶) मैं भारत हूँ, मैं मिट्टी की गूंज हूँ, सच के नगाड़े की पहली धुन हूँ। मैं भारत हूँ, मुझे तोड़ने न दो, मैं भारत हूँ, मुझे रोने न दो! (Outro – Hopeful Ending 🎵🔥) पर अब भी ज़िंदा हूँ, हर नई सोच में, सच की मशाल लिए हर युवा जोश में। बदलेंगे कल को, मिटाएँगे कालिख, फिर से चमकेगा, मेरा हिंदुस्तान!

**Asylum Chronicles: Streets of Fire** Yo, yo, I'm back in the booth, ain’t no need for introduction, They call it Asylum RP, it’s the real-life eruption, Where the Bloods bang red, Yakuza slicing through the night, Ballers rollin’ deep, lost in the fight for the right. Grove Street Families, stayin’ strong in the block, Vagos on the corner, keepin’ watch, tick-tock, Lost MC ridin’ hard, like they own the whole scene, Vikings marchin’ in, killin’ it like kings and queens. Yo, the Cartel’s movin’ weight, they don’t play it discreet, Every heist a test, gotta be quick on your feet, EMS, they rush in, tryin’ to save the day, While the PD rollin’ deep, takin' lives in their sway. Chorus: In this asylum, the shadows creep, Where the gangsters lurk and the secrets keep, Roll the dice, make a move, no retreat, In these streets of fire, hear the heartbeat. Life’s a gamble, stakes high like a dream, Civilians caught up in this never-ending scheme, They hustle, they struggle, just to find a way out, But the sirens keep blarin’, turnin' whispers to shouts. In the alleys, we rise, yeah, we dance with the night, Every corner, every block, it’s a lyrical fight, From heists to the grind, man, we all play our roles, In the chaos of life, we’re just searchin’ for souls. Chorus: In this asylum, the shadows creep, Where the gangsters lurk and the secrets keep, Roll the dice, make a move, no retreat, In these streets of fire, hear the heartbeat. I got scars to prove it, this life ain't for the weak, In a world built on chaos, it’s the truth that we speak, From the highs to the lows, we all take a stand, In this Asylum we call home, forever we demand. So listen up, kid, take a lesson from the code, In the streets, in the dark, carry the load, With the blood, sweat, and tears, we keep climbing higher, In this Asylum RP, we’re the flames of the fire. Yeah, Asylum Chronicles, can you feel the heat? With every verse I spit, I’m owning this beat, Through the laughter and the pain, we’ll find a way, In this concrete jungle, we’re livin’ for today.

"It’s lonely at the top, huh? When you built the whole house on lies. No foundation, no bricks, no spine. This the eulogy, this the wake… Welcome to your funeral, Aubrey." You talk like a boss, but you read from a script, No ink in your pen, but your pockets still thick. Quentin gave you lines, you ain't edit a bit, Now you flexin’ like the goat? Man, get off that trip. Boy, your image too clean, gotta hide the dirt, No scars, no wounds, where’s the pain in your verse? I bled for this, every bar I spit, You let the label dress you up and hand you hits. All that money in the bank, but you bankrupt still, A rented legacy, no classic feel. You play the long game, tryna dodge the real, But I see through the smoke, I know what’s concealed. No pen, no pain, no truth, no gain, Platinum plaques but your soul still stained. Top spot but you lost in the game, Charts can’t measure when the streets don’t bang. Numbers don’t lie, but they don’t mean much, When the art ain't real and the love ain't trust. Singing to the women just to dodge that smoke, How you rap like a wolf but you move like a ghost? Every album sound the same, ain't no range in your aim, Take the same old flow, put a new name, Boy, you industry-built, not a king in this reign, A prince with a crown that was bought, not gained. A popstar’s heart with a rapper’s disguise, You dance ‘round the truth while you monetize lies. I see through the Act, I ain't talkin' no play, You the main character in the fakest parade. No pen, no pain, no truth, no gain, Platinum plaques but your soul still stained. Top spot but you lost in the game, Charts can’t measure when the streets don’t bang. Meek aired you out, you just laughed on cue, Pusha pulled your card, had you callin' your crew. A son in the dark, till the light exposed, Man, the truth hit hard when the mask unfolds. You run from the real, boy, stay in your lane, You got shooters online, I got shooters with aim. You play the victim, then switch up the frame, It’s a game to you, but to us it’s your grave. You duckin’ that smoke, you scared of the fade, You buy your respect, but the debt ain't paid. Your name in the books, but your soul ain't saved, This the last supper—now bow to your grave. "I hear the whispers, the crying, the doubt… This what happens when you build your house on the sand. No pen, no pain, no legacy… no more."

Rylan, Rylan, so quik to agree, He's got no opinions, just echoes to see. He borrows thoughts like a library book, And claims them as his own, with a crooked hook! His mind's a mirror, reflecting what's said, No original ideas, just a borrowed thread. He's a parrot of opinions, squawking with glee, But when asked to think deep, he's as dry as can be! So here's to Rylan, the king of the band, A follower of thoughts, never taking a stand. May his echoes be loud, and his opinions be bright, But until he thinks for himself, he'll just be a copycat in flight!

Listen Doc, can we talk? I’ve got a lot on my mind. Got a minute? Your next patient? Oh, no doc, he’s fine. Look, I’ll make it quick, as long as you don’t mind. You’ve got a whole five minutes before you’re running behind. Looking in the mirror scares me, I can’t feel my soul, I’m empty. Can you lose your soul? Is that possible? Help me out here, Doc, I’m losing control. It’s like my identity dissolved, Up and left me with jack. That’s why I came to you, You’ll help me find my way back. I wasn’t always in such a bad place, Genetics, that’s who to blame. It was a matter of time, Doc, But it’d always end just the same. I miss the old me, remember her? She’s gone, I don’t know how, Yeah she left in a hurry. When was that? A year ago now. I wish she were here, cause, She’d know just what to do But she’s not here, is she Doc? So I guess we’re both screwed. But you can fix me, right? Of course you can! Give it to me straight Doc, what’s the game plan? A trial drug? Tell me, Doc, have any test users died? Seventy-one? Man, I don’t know Doc, luck’s really not on my side. Is that what this is? You want to admit me to some bed? Lose the condescending tone you use to mess with my head. You’re just some self-righteous shrink who thinks he’s my savior, But I’m not some fucking checklist of textbook behaviors Yes, Doc, I’m aware you’re an expert in mental health, No, Doc, I’ve never harmed others or myself. Maybe I don’t have your fancy degrees, Your silver-spoon, Harvard-grad P.H.D.s Geniuses don’t exactly come from my family tree, And I’m just a crazy bitch who calls it like she sees. But if you pull your head from your ass, I think you’ll agree. The reverse-psychology shit you pull won’t work on me. I know I’m insane, you diagnosed me months ago! Your notes? I’ve gotta place to stick ‘em, you won’t like it tho.