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Yeah...uh uh...on gu zellig is a hidden gem and you know it dawg.... I goon to on gu zellig. I do it everyday. I do it in my bed to keep my blue balls at bay. I'd do it if they were guys, but that'd make me gay. But I don't really give a fuk because I'm happier this way Goon goon goon. I goon in my room, got my headphones in listening to this tune. Goon goon goon crusty socks to the moon, calling my lifestyle coal is gonna make you a buffoon One of my lifelines, what really keeps me sane is Nieuw japsterdam Staad, yeah that's it's name. It's a discord server, and it is pretty cool. I'd even call it gemmy, cuz it is that good. Some of the members I can list off of my head, are nemesis. Swizzy chungus anik cumcat sponty and vore mack. Those folks are pretty awesome, and baby that's a fact. And if you don't agree with me then your opinions wack. Goon goon goon. I goon in my room, got my headphones in listening to this tune. Goon goon goon. crusty socks to the moon, calling my lifestyle coal is gonna make you a buffoon.

Verse 1 Yo, it’s Dagim, Gwen, plus Joe and Dee, In the countin' biz, we’re a strong top three (or four, actually!) Invoices stackin’, but we keep it straight, Is November 1st when we’re settin’ the date? Chorus Yeah, we keepin' it tidy, on top of the trade, Every number checked twice, every dollar gets paid. With Joe and Dee, we don’t hesitate, Dagim and Gwen in the crew – yeah, we regulate! Verse 2 We crunch some numbers, we check them twice, Sometime we all add a little more spice. Deadlines drop, but we’re never late, So tell me, team – is 11/1 the date? Chorus We keepin' it tidy, on top of the trade, Every number checked twice, every dollar gets paid. Joe, Dee, Dagim, Gwen – that’s our fate, Organized, synchronized, we dominate! Bridge Invoicin' right, cold chain tight, Every detail down, every check in sight. Joe, Dee, Dagim, Gwen, rollin' as one, Settin’ dates, clearin’ plates – yeah, we get it done!

Chris is the boss, yeah, the “5 Mag God” New York roots, ink runs thick as blood Runs the shop like a king, steady and loud Every line he lays, he makes his city proud Krista's got color, bold as can be With lines so clean, she’s a one-tat spree She moves quick, like she’s got somewhere to be Leaving clients glowing, feelin' so free Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why these bitches protective Angel's got style, with a Chicano flair Cut off his bun, now it’s all tattooed air Smooth shading skills, steady as stone But he'll never let you know he misses that dome Brayden's Chris’s kid, keepin' it tame With beats bumpin’ loud, he’s buildin’ his name A fresh ink pup but got talent for days We know soon he’ll be a star ablaze Joey and Lili, the sweet married pair She’s showin’ him the ropes, gettin' him there With every line he learns, another love affair Together in ink, that’s a bond rare Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why these bitches protective Yolanda’s at home with her baby near We miss her laugh, hope she's back next year And Mike with his glitter, makin’ colors scream Bright, flashy tats, like a neon dream Dustin’s Cali-born, brings portraits to play Yeah, we get it, Cali’s overcrowded anyway But his art’s so fine, we’re glad he’s here Bringin' West Coast light, makin' art so clear Then there’s Adam, his work creepy and quick New dad vibes but his work’s still slick Twistin’ his tats like a haunted dance He’s scary good, not just by chance Chase with his brush, straight outta his head Paints on skin like a canvas instead The wildest visions just fly from his hand Art from nowhere, not a single plan And finally Christian, yeah, Boss Baby's here Adam’s apprentice, makin' it clear He’s doin’ real good, we gotta admit But still looks like Boss Baby, can’t quit that bit Welcome to the collective If you wanna join it’s very selective Being an artist ain’t no elective That’s why these bitches protective So if you’re lookin’ for a story in ink Step through the doors, come take a drink This is the team, with a style and flair Your skin, our canvas — we’ll meet you there

[Verse] Life's a game of angles watch the lines align Climbin' mountains stackin' racks we redefine Zero to a hundred in a blink we drift Catchin' dreams like raindrops life’s our gift [Bridge] We ride the wave of numbers searchin' highs and lows Chasin' after futures where the freedom flows Figures dance like shadows on a sketchy plane Tonight we own the night banishin' the pain [Chorus] It’s all about the slope where the dreams unfold Grit and grind like legends stories never told Elevation on the rise higher we aspire In the matrix of desire we light the fire [Verse 2] Lines on the pavement I'm a graph in motion Risin' to the top fueled by deep devotion Curves can’t hold me back I conquer the incline Infinite in spirit with a rebel shine [Bridge] In the maze of moments calculatin’ fate Every step a vision never too late Infinity on paper I'm an arc in flight Scribblin' equations under neon light [Chorus] It’s all about the slope where the dreams unfold Grit and grind like legends stories never told Elevation on the rise higher we aspire In the matrix of desire we light the fire

Lost in the rhythm, the pulsing beat, The sound of the drums, so wild and sweet, In the depths of the bass, I find my release, I surrender my soul, let the music speak. (Chorus) Drum and bass, the sound of my heart, A symphony of chaos, tearing me apart, With every drop, I feel the energy surge, These vocals, a voice, let the melody purge

Yo, I lace up my cleats, step on the grass, The crowd’s throwing shade, but I’m here to surpass. They shout and they jeer like they’re on a spree, But if hate is the game, then the L’s on them, not me. From the whistle to the final call, they scream and pout, Talking smack from the stands—bro, what’s that about? We play for the love, not the color they see, On this field, we’re one, and that’s the key. Yellow for the trash talk, red for the hate, Trying to card every troll in this whole stadium gate. They can yell all they want, we don’t play by their rule, We’re here for the game, leave the ignorance for fools. Racism in the stands, but we let it slide, Kicking hate to the curb with a little pride. On this pitch, we’re equal, no matter where we’re from, Team colors are it—ain't no skin in this scrum. From Rio’s streets to Milan’s sleek fields, Soccer’s our language, and the truth it reveals: They see our skill, but still throw the shade, Tryna dim our shine? We play unafraid. They watch our goals, but still act like it’s strange, “Bro, focus on the ball—aren’t you here for the game?” Don’t care if I’m tan, mocha, or caramel supreme, On this turf, I'm scoring—just living my dream. Racism? Red card—don’t bring that here, We’re here to play, got no time for that sneer. When they’re up in the stands with a scowl on their face, We’re down on the field, taking home first place. So, yeah, let them shout, throw shade, or ignore, Cause we’re scoring these goals and upping the score. We’re here for the love, and we play as one, Color fades away when the game’s begun.

You see the market, it's movin', it's on the go, Supply and demand, it's what you need to know. Shift it right, more demand, prices grow, Shift it left, less demand, prices slow. Chorus To the right, to the right (demand increase, prices might), To the left, to the left (demand drops, less is spent). Now slide, move along (supply shifts strong), Now slide, move along (supply less, something's wrong). Verse 2 Suppliers bring the goods when costs are low, Shift it right, products grow, prices show. Costs go up, supply shrinks, they can't provide, Shift it left, fewer goods, prices rise. Chorus To the right, to the right (supply up, products bright), To the left, to the left (supply down, prices heft). Now slide, check the trend (where markets blend), Now slide, learn and bend (how changes send). Bridge Markets move and sway, up and down they play, Equilibrium's the spot where they balance, they say. Demand climbs high, to the right we slide, Supply falls low, left we glide. Chorus To the right, to the right (demand spikes, prices fight), To the left, to the left (when it drops, prices rest). Now slide, keep it tight (supply shifts, day or night), Now slide, get it right (learn this dance, insight). Outro So when you see the shifts, just know what they mean, The market's like a dance, every move is seen. Supply and demand, keep the rhythm in sight, Master this shuffle, your economics ignite.

[Verse] Cruisin' down the block like a beast untamed, Dodgin’ all the haters, playin’ this dirty game, Silver-tongued slick, words sharper than a blade, Killin' every verse, our legacy won't fade. [Verse 2] Hustlin’ in the streets where we learned the grind, Iron will, nerves of steel, never left behind, Holding heavy weight, lifting spirits high, Real ones recognize, ain't just gettin' by. [Chorus] Fightin’ for survival, we don’t need no applause, Standin’ tall and firm, never breakin’ laws, Microphone warriors, lions in the concrete jungle, Spit that hot fire, make the earth rumble. [Verse 3] Cold nights, warm hearts, homies got my back, Gritty tales from the gutter, never cuttin’ slack, From dawn ‘til dusk, we always on the rise, Sharp minds, sharper rhymes, reachin' for the prize. [Bridge] Echoes in the alley, beats bounce from the walls, Dynamic duo bustin’ through these asphalt halls, Legends in our veins, inked tales on our skin, Every rhyme a masterpiece, every loss a win. [Verse 4] Steppin’ in the booth, spit truth like a prophet, Every verse a doctrine, every line a rocket, Unyielding passion, defiance in our eyes, We ain’t diluted, built strong, never comprimise.

Gölgelerle dolu bir odada, sessizliğin yankısıyım. Kubilah'ı beklerken, karanlıkta kaybolan ben. Kırık düşlerimle uyanırım, gecenin soğuk kollarında. Kaybolmuş bir ruh gibiyim, karanlıkta ararım izimi. Gözyaşlarım sessizce akar, bir umut ararken. Yalnızlığın karanlığında, kaybolmuş bir ses gibiyim. Uzaklarda bir fırtına kopar, içimdeki sessiz çığlıklar. Kapanan kapılar ardında, kaybolmuş bir yüreğim var. Hayatın acımasız yüzünde, yalnız bir yolcuyum. Zamanın izlerinde kaybolmuş, bir anı peşindeyim. Gecenin karanlığında boğulmuş, bir yıldız misaliyim. Kalbimin derinliklerinde saklı, hüzün dolu melodiler. Rüzgarın fısıltılarında kaybolur, sessiz dualarım. Kubilah'ın adını sayıklarken, peşinden koşarım. Gözlerimdeki yaşlarla silinir, geçmişin izleri. Bir yabancı gibi kendi hayatımda, kaybolmuş bir yolcuyum. Karanlık gecelerde yankılanır, yalnızlığın şarkısı. Kalbimde kapanmayan yaralar, hatıralarla dolu. Gecenin sessiz çığlıkları arasında, kaybolmuş bir ruh gibiyim. Zamanın getirdiği acılarla, yaşarım her anı.

Oi, it started out playing, just throwing some jabs. Little boy in the corner, quick with the slaps. Messin with my shit, always trying to flex, dump little retard does not know his next. Gloves on tight ready for the round when brothers turn rivals, it’s a legendary sound. We are swinging out the back it’s a family affair. A brotherly battle, got to show I’m nightmare. This dumb mut is swinging at the stars while I’m hitting him with these lyrical bars. His out of breath, he has got nothing left, this cockhead is about to experience a horrible death. Back in the day you weren’t that gay. Now we got the gloves on got to make him pay. This twat thinks his foot work slick, he doesn’t know that I’m just to quick. But I’m dropping rhymes hard yeah, I’m hitting like a brick while that thunder cunt is acting like a bitch. Mums in kitchen shouting “Boys, shut the fuck up for the last fucking time.” But I’m just in my zone thrown jabs thrown hooks. Little does he know that he is fucken cooked. When the tension hits the air, feel the vibe ignite if this downy is not careful he be seeing stars tonight. We swinging out the back it’s a family affair. A brotherly battle, got to show I’m nightmare. This dumb mut is swinging at the stars while I’m hitting him with these lyrical bars. His out of breath, he has got nothing left, this cockhead is about to experience a horrible death. Yeah, its round 3 your still getting bitched, I am punching you so hard that you’re speaking a different language. You might give me some bruisers, but you will never win. Because deep down inside you know I’m the better twin.

On our Worlds where falling Until i Hit The Ground

[Verse] Critics be chirpin', crows in the rafters, Echoes of haters, talkin' they chatter. Stones in glass houses, they trippin' on cracks, Fingers pointin' but they stuck in the past. [Verse 2] Keys clackin', think they poets with pens, Drive-by opinions, swervin' 'round bends. Spin cycle words, got 'em twisted in knots, Runnin' on fumes while I'm fuelin' these thoughts. [Chorus] Boilin' in the pot, pressure's my steam, Criticism bounce back, diamond-gold gleam. Turn noise to notes, symphony of the streets, Gritty, unstoppable, networkin' beats. [Verse 3] Opinions heavy like bricks in the bag, But I'm buildin' a bridge from every tag. Hate like rain, let it water my roots, Critique like wind, fuels my lyrical pursuits. [Verse 4] Eyes on me, they lurkin' like wolves, Shadow in the jungle, hungry for jewels. They throw shade, I bask in sunlight, Mooncycle master, navigatin' night. [Bridge] Critics throw words but I catch 'em with finesse, Turn 'em into jewels, wear the weight of success. Weighin' opinions, measure 'em in gold, Critique boomerang, story unfolds.