Conciencia Caotica

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"Jaryn the Fraud" (Intro) Yo, Jaryn, this one’s for you, Time to expose every fake thing you do. You play Mr. Nice, but the mask is thin, We see through the act—let the roasting begin. (Verse 1) Jaryn walks in like he owns the room, Talkin’ all big, but it’s empty fumes. Mansplaining nonsense, actin’ so wise, But your logic’s as fake as the tears in your eyes. Touchy as hell, can’t handle critique, Got a glass ego, but you think you’re unique. “Nice guy” act? Nah, it’s just a ploy, You’re a fraud in disguise, nothin’ but a decoy. (Chorus) Jaryn, you’re weak, just a coward in disguise, With your sweet little lies and those sad puppy eyes. You fake what you’re not, just to get through the door, But we all know the truth—you’re rotten to the core. (Verse 2) You talk like a saint, but your deeds don’t match, Every girl you fool ends up detached. Neglect’s your weapon, blame’s your shield, Every battle you fight, you just refuse to yield. “It’s not my fault,” that’s your favorite line, But your track record’s dirty, and it’s all by design. You’re no man, just a boy in disguise, With a fragile little ego and a mountain of lies. (Chorus) Jaryn, you’re weak, just a coward in disguise, With your sweet little lies and those sad puppy eyes. You fake what you’re not, just to get through the door, But we all know the truth—you’re rotten to the core. (Bridge) Your words are cheap, your actions are weak, You’re the punchline every girl could critique. Callin’ yourself nice? Boy, that’s bold, But your “niceness” crumbles when the truth gets told. You’re not misunderstood, you’re just a mess, A touchy little fraud who can’t handle stress. So take this diss, let it burn, let it sting, You’re not a man, Jaryn, you’re a broken thing. (Outro) This track’s a lesson, hope it hits hard, You’ve been called out, no sympathy card. Jaryn the fraud, your game’s exposed, Time to face the truth—your whole life’s a joke.

I BOUGHT THE SHITCOIN, IN THE AFTERNOON, EVERYBODY KNOWS, IT'S GOING TO THE MOON. THE CHARTS WERE SOARING, MY HEART WAS TOO, A QUICK TEN X? IT'S LONG OVERDUE. BUT AS THE NIGHT FELL, AND HOPES TURNED DIM, THE COIN WENT SOUTH, MY FORTUNE GREW SLIM. I'LL HOLD IT FOREVER, OR SO I PROCLAIM, "DIAMOND HANDS ONLY!" I’LL PLAY THE GAME. THE MOON IS COMING, JUST WAIT AND SEE, TILL THEN, I’LL HODL, AND DREAM IT FOR FREE.

Verse 1: Waking up before the dawn, eyes heavy, dreams on hold, Books and notes scattered around, stories of the brave untold. Every day a battle, every step a climb, Through the sleepless nights, and the endless grind. Pre-Chorus: But I rise from the ashes, stronger every day, With a heart full of fire, and a mind that won’t sway. Chorus: I’m a warrior in white, with a future so bright, Through the trials and the pain, I keep my dreams in sight. Calculating every move, never backing down, One day I’ll wear that crown, and rock this whole town. Verse 2: In the halls of healing, where shadows sometimes loom, Learning from the struggle, in every patient’s room. With every challenge faced, and every tear I've shed, I build the strength within, to heal and to mend. Pre-Chorus: But I rise from the ashes, stronger every day, With a heart full of fire, and a mind that won’t sway. Chorus: I’m a warrior in white, with a future so bright, Through the trials and the pain, I keep my dreams in sight. Calculating every move, never backing down, One day I’ll wear that crown, and rock this whole town. Bridge: In the darkest hours, when the world seems cold, I remember why I started, and the stories yet untold. With a stethoscope in hand, and a spirit that won’t break, I’ll change the world someday, for every life’s sake. Chorus: I’m a warrior in white, with a future so bright, Through the trials and the pain, I keep my dreams in sight. Calculating every move, never backing down, One day I’ll wear that crown, and rock this whole town. Outro: So here’s to the journey, to the battles yet to fight, With courage as my armor, I’ll shine through the night. For every step I take, and every mountain I climb, I’m a medical student, and it’s my time to shine.

[Verse] Life's a chessboard, pawns and kings, Hustlin' every day, chasin' diamond rings. Overlooked rook with the moves unseen, Checkmate dreams, livin' life's fine line between. [Verse 2] Money trees grow where the G's gather, Paper chase, face facts, pockets fatter. Words scatter in the wind, tales of glory, Every page a chapter in this never-endin' story. [Chorus] Grind hard, shine brighter than a star, Ridin' life's rollercoaster, no matter how bizarre. Chasin' dreams, no matter how far, Rise from the ashes, turn scars to art. [Verse 3] City lights flicker, neon ambition, Cruise the streets, midnight mission. Fight the system but still the victim, Escape the matrix, break the prism. [Verse 4] Street prophets preach in graffiti sermons, Colors bleed truth, paintin' urban burdens. Broken dreams in cracked concrete, Soul food for thought, nothin' incomplete. [Bridge] Sky's the limit, touchin' clouds, Voices silent, actions loud. Echoes linger in this urban crowd, Find your way, make your folks proud.

Yo, it’s Abdalwahab, the name’s got a vibe, Lighting up the room with that energy, alive. Leader in the zone, with a vision so clear, Every step he takes, it’s a win, let’s cheer! From the streets to the skies, the man’s on a mission, Turning every dream into a real ambition. Got the wisdom of a scholar, the strength of a lion, When it’s time to hustle, best believe he’s not tryin’. Abdalwahab, yeah, he’s breaking the mold, Heart so big and his spirit so bold. Light in the dark, he’s the fire you need, Trailblazing paths, yeah, he’s born to lead. Steady on the grind, he’s the king of his craft, Lessons in the struggle, yeah, he learned ‘em fast. Never backing down, he’s a force to respect, With a mind like a diamond, always sharp, never checked. Family man with a heart full of pride, Loyal to his people, yeah, they’re right by his side. Abdalwahab’s name is a story untold, A journey of a man with a heart of pure gold. Abdalwahab, yeah, he’s breaking the mold, Heart so big and his spirit so bold. Light in the dark, he’s the fire you need, Trailblazing paths, yeah, he’s born to lead. They say legends are made, but he’s born as one, Like the heat of the sun, yo, he’s second to none. In a world full of noise, he’s the voice of reason, Abdalwahab’s grind, yeah, it’s his season. So here’s to the man who inspires the fight, Abdalwahab shining like the stars at night. With every bar, let the world know his name, Forever in our hearts, yeah, he’s changing the game.

From the field to the bat, to the swing, to the crack Where’s my homerun? I just smacked! Always whiffin’ like a cat, See, I believe that if I miss with style, I’ll still make it home, just in a while!

Nicki Minaj with the silicone flex, LeBron James dunkin’, hairline on deck. Lettuce on the plate, watch me eat it with flair, Mr. Paul in the back like, “Yo, who put that there?” SIDDOWN, CLOSE YO MOUTH, don’t make a sound, HUSH IT real quick when the queen’s around. Bars so fresh, yeah, they drip like a fountain, LeBron and Nicki sittin’ high on the mountain. Silicone dreams with the lettuce in my teeth, Mr. Paul said hush, but I’m spittin’ the heat. My butthole speak English, no cap, no doubt, SIDDOWN, CLOSE YO MOUTH—better hush it now! Pink hair blowin’, nails sharp like a blade, LeBron’s hairline got the fade on parade. Mr. Paul in the cut, tryna keep it all cool, But this lettuce got me wild, breakin’ all the rules. HUSH IT, SIDDOWN, let the queen do her thing, Nicki, Bron, and lettuce—it’s a championship ring. Silicone or not, the vibe’s too loud, Mr. Paul’s shakin’ his head, but we makin’ him proud.

(Intro) Yeah, yeah, this one's for us. For every shout, every fight, every night we combust. But through the flames, we stay. Ain’t no walkin’ away. Love’s a battlefield, and we fight another day. (Verse 1) It’s the clash of the titans when we step in the ring, Throwin' words like grenades, watch 'em sting. Slammin' doors, screamin’ out, breakin’ plates in the kitchen, But it’s love underneath all the tension. You say I’m too cold; I say you’re too much. We both wild, both fire, but we can’t lose touch. It’s chaos in the room, but it’s heaven in the sheets, Our love is war, but I’d never retreat. You’re my enemy and my peace, my heaven, my hell. We break shit, then make up like stories we tell. A tornado and a hurricane, colliding in the storm, But I’d rather weather this than ever be alone. (Chorus) We’re mean, yeah, meaner than the rest, But somehow this chaos is where we love best. We fight, we scream, we tear it apart, But at the end of the night, you still own my heart. We’re mean, yeah, meaner than before, But that fire’s the thing that keeps me wantin’ more. We burn, we bruise, but we never let go, The mean(er) the fight, the deeper the love grows. (Verse 2) You’re throwin’ shade like bullets, I’m throwin’ mine back, Every argument's a war, but we stay on track. Call me a liar, I call you insane, But somehow through it all, we still share the same name. You break me down just to build me back stronger, Say I don’t listen, but I’ve been here longer. Every insult’s a jab, every silence a scar, But this love is our fight, it’s just who we are. They don’t get it, they think we’re toxic as hell, But they don’t see how we heal when we fell. We love harder than the punches we throw, They don’t know how we glow when we’re low. (Chorus) We’re mean, yeah, meaner than the rest, But somehow this chaos is where we love best. We fight, we scream, we tear it apart, But at the end of the night, you still own my heart. We’re mean, yeah, meaner than before, But that fire’s the thing that keeps me wantin’ more. We burn, we bruise, but we never let go, The mean(er) the fight, the deeper the love grows. (Bridge) Fuck what they say, they ain’t lived in our skin, They don’t know what it’s like to lose and still win. They don’t know the nights we cry in the dark, Or the way we ignite like a flame in a spark. They see the fights but not the forgiveness, They don’t know the love hidden in all this viciousness. We’re a mess, we’re a wreck, but we’re still standing, This love’s a battlefield, but we keep landing. (Outro) So here’s to the fights, the tears, the screams, To the love that’s rougher than the wildest dreams. We’re mean, but we’re stronger, and we’ll always survive, Cuz the mean(er) the love, the more it keeps us alive. (Chorus – Repeat and Fade) We’re mean, yeah, meaner than the rest, But somehow this chaos is where we love best. We fight, we scream, we tear it apart, But at the end of the night, you still own my heart.

(Intro) Yeah, we outside, lit and wild, Turn the block up, make it loud! Sexy vibes, no chill, no cap, Hood life, throw it back like that. (Chorus) Shake that ass, pop that shit, get low, get ratchet, Spin it, drop it, make ‘em wanna snatch it. Hands on your knees, bitch, work that magic, Whole club lit, it’s a certified classic. Shake that ass, pop that shit, get low, get ratchet, Spin it, drop it, make ‘em wanna snatch it. Hood queen energy, bitch, don’t act passive, Boss up, show ‘em how we stay savage. (Verse 1) Hood bitch, no shame, keep the block alive, Nails long, hair laid, yeah, I’m born to thrive. Big bag, no stress, I’m the whole damn vibe, Catch me flexin’ in the mirror, that’s the money jive. Gold hoops swingin’ while my hips keep snappin’, He wanna fuck me, but I’m too busy stackin’. Ratchet in my veins, got the whole club clappin’, He throwin’ cash like confetti, it’s a party, no cappin’. (Pre-Chorus) If you bad, throw it back, let ‘em see you stunt, If you real, let ‘em feel all the bass in your trunk. Get it hype, hit the floor, we don’t ever front, Whole squad in this bitch, yeah, we do what we want. (Chorus) Shake that ass, pop that shit, get low, get ratchet, Spin it, drop it, make ‘em wanna snatch it. Hands on your knees, bitch, work that magic, Whole club lit, it’s a certified classic. Shake that ass, pop that shit, get low, get ratchet, Spin it, drop it, make ‘em wanna snatch it. Hood queen energy, bitch, don’t act passive, Boss up, show ‘em how we stay savage. (Verse 2) Twerk team heavy, make the speakers go bang, Pull up to the lot, everybody know my name. Baby hairs sleek, lips glossed, no stain, If your man lookin’ twice, better check your game. Gucci slides on my feet, got the drip unlocked, Ghetto fab, rich vibes, keep my moves on top. From the hood to the club, I make the party pop, Big attitude, bitch, I’m never gonna stop. (Bridge) Get low, get loose, make it nasty, Throw it back so fast, they can’t catch me. Hands high, then drop it to the floor, Let ‘em know what you came here for! (Chorus) Shake that ass, pop that shit, get low, get ratchet, Spin it, drop it, make ‘em wanna snatch it. Hands on your knees, bitch, work that magic, Whole club lit, it’s a certified classic. Shake that ass, pop that shit, get low, get ratchet, Spin it, drop it, make ‘em wanna snatch it. Hood queen energy, bitch, don’t act passive, Boss up, show ‘em how we stay savage. (Outro) From the block to the stage, yeah, we stay raw, No apologies, bitch, we break every law. Hood queens, real bosses, we make ‘em applaud, When the beat drops hard, let ‘em know who you are.

(Verse 1) Oh, you wanna talk? Now it’s my turn to roast, You’re bringing weak lines, and I’m doing the most. You call me dumb, but let me just say, Your grades are so low, they’re digging a grave. You think you’re cool, but your rhymes are flat, Like your pancakes in the morning—how ‘bout that? You say I’m yapping? Bro, you’re just capping, Your words don’t sting, they just sound like bad rapping. (Chorus) Bro’s got jokes, but they’re falling flat, Trying to diss, but you can’t handle that! Talking big, but you’re out of your league, This comeback track’s putting you to fatigue. (Verse 2) You’re calling me fat? That’s all you’ve got? Bro, your style’s colder than mom’s tater tots. You’re always trying hard, but you’re missing the mark, Your raps are a mess, like your room in the dark. I’m the MVP; you’re just the bench, Even the teacher’s like, “Can someone fix this stench?” So step back, lil bro, take a lesson from me, Your diss track’s weak; this is how you MC! (Chorus) Bro’s got jokes, but they’re falling flat, Trying to diss, but you can’t handle that! Talking big, but you’re out of your league, This comeback track’s putting you to fatigue. (Outro) Next time you diss, try a little more heat, ’Cause this round’s mine, and I’m bringing the beat. So go back to your cartoons, don’t even try, I’m the champ of this battle—no need to deny.

(Intro) Ayy, we lit, turn up the vibe, Bad bitch ridin’, she gon’ fuck the tribe. They talkin’ loyalty? They don’t ride, Fake ass snakes, better step aside. (Hook) Run it up, run it up, cash in my thong, Hood rats twerkin’, shakin’ all night long. Get low, get low, make that ass clap, Pussy poppin’ on the floor, yeah, I like that. Gang gang pull up, sippin’ on that drank, Throwin’ money in the air, watch these bitches faint. Not like us, nah, they don’t compare, Fuck a fake friend, we don’t need ‘em there. (Verse 1) Posted with the squad, yeah, we on that shit, Big dick energy, your man ridin’ the clique. Drip so sick, make a hater throw up, Took your girl last night, she can’t get enough. Say you loyal, but your ass steady sneak-dissin’, Catch you in the street, now your teeth go missin’. Bitches love the hustle, yeah, they know I’m a boss, Fuck her on the table, then I tell her get lost. (Pre-Chorus) Pour it up, roll it up, pass me the smoke, She got her legs wide, yeah, she tryna provoke. Lights out, ass up, yeah, she knows the drill, We don’t do no love here, just Netflix and chill. (Hook) Run it up, run it up, cash in my thong, Hood rats twerkin’, shakin’ all night long. Get low, get low, make that ass clap, Pussy poppin’ on the floor, yeah, I like that. Gang gang pull up, sippin’ on that drank, Throwin’ money in the air, watch these bitches faint. Not like us, nah, they don’t compare, Fuck a fake friend, we don’t need ‘em there. (Verse 2) From the trap to the club, yeah, we livin’ wild, Fuck a 9-to-5, I’ve been hustlin’ since a child. Big racks, big bags, yeah, the money mine, Your man lookin’ at me, he stayin’ tonight. I keep a Glock on my hip, for the shady hoes, You run your mouth too much, now you leakin’, bro. We pop bottles, make it rain, fuck a price tag, These broke bitches mad, still shoppin’ with a lag. (Bridge) Bass hittin’ heavy, make the floor quake, Your bitch in the corner, makin’ that ass shake. We on demon time, no, you can’t relate, Got my hand on the trigger, don’t tempt fate. (Hook) Run it up, run it up, cash in my thong, Hood rats twerkin’, shakin’ all night long. Get low, get low, make that ass clap, Pussy poppin’ on the floor, yeah, I like that. Gang gang pull up, sippin’ on that drank, Throwin’ money in the air, watch these bitches faint. Not like us, nah, they don’t compare, Fuck a fake friend, we don’t need ‘em there. (Outro) Yeah, I’m the one they love, but they scared to admit, Take your man, fuck your plans, I don’t give a shit. Run it up, stack it up, on some real boss vibes, If you ain’t gang, bitch, you better step aside.