Tropical Dreams

[Verse] Quick on the draw, lyrical sharpshooter, Speakin' truths sharper than a prosecutor. Hustle in the veins, thoughts runnin' quicker, Ink spills fire, words hit like liquor. [Verse 2] Mind on the hustle, grind on loop, Flow so sick, make the crowd say 'Oop'. Punchlines heavy, ain't no featherweight, Legend in the making, gotta gravitate. [Chorus] Speed demon spittin', ain't no one catchin', Words like bullets, steady dispatchin'. Mic turned to gold when I start the action, Crowd goin' wild, pure satisfaction. [Verse 3] Twistin' syllables, verbal acrobat, Brain on overload, thunk thunk, rat-a-tat. Clock ticks fast, rhymes come quicker, Tongue like a weapon, no tricks, just vigor. [Bridge] Breathless and bold, every word a shot, Givin' y'all a show from this mastermind plot. Heart in the beat, soul in the lyrics, True revolution with a touch of spirit. [Chorus] Speed demon spittin', ain't no one catchin', Words like bullets, steady dispatchin'. Mic turned to gold when I start the action, Crowd goin' wild, pure satisfaction.

In the heart of the city where the sun shines bright, There’s a Man named Nenefu, always shining light. With his crew by his side, they laugh and play the guitar, In a world full of shadows, they find their way. Family first, that’s the life he chose, With love for his mother, that’s the path he shows. They call him Purex, pure in heart and soul, When life gets heavy, he’s the one who makes us whole. So raise your voice, let the rhythm flow, For Nenefu Dagubi, let the good times roll. With love like a river, it’s easy to see, He’s the heart of his crew, where he’s meant to be. Purex and Politics, shining all day long, A family man first, in a world of song. Through the ups and downs, he stands tall and proud, With laughter and smiles, he lights up the crowd. In this dance of life, he takes the lead, For his boys in the struggle, he plants the seed. Some call him Purex, for he’s true blue, Others say Politics, what’s wrong or what’s true? But in every heartbeat, it’s family that rings, Together they rise, no matter the swings. In the moonlit nights when the stars align, He hears his mother’s voice, a love that’s divine. With every step forward, she’s guiding his way, Reminding him softly, to cherish each day. So when the world whispers, “Place your bets high,” He knows in his heart, it’s the love that will fly. So raise your voice, let the rhythm flow, For Nenefu, let the good times roll. With love like a river, it’s easy to see, He’s the heart of his crew, where he’s meant to be. Purex and Politics, shining all day long, A family man first, in a world of song. So here’s to the nights, and the dreams we create, With Funex and his boys, we celebrate fate. From the heart of the city, let the praises ring, Purex and Politics, forever we sing.

LSD Is the remedy When the colors bleed I can’t feel a thing DMT Is the final key Drifting endlessly Through reality Kiss me slow While the stars explode We can fall in love In the afterglow Stay with me Fading endlessly Lost in reverie You are all I see

Breathing in your poison and taking flight Leave behind the aether, bring eternal night Mysteriously untouchable, You’re beautifully inescapable! Fingers trace my skin, be my goddess Nyx Pull me deep within, come and be my fix! Pull me in your sin, let your shadows in Drown me in the night, let the pleasure begin!! Your veil surrounds me I’ll be your crowning Your shadows on my lips (Lips, lips, lips) From the moment you found me I am always drowning, But I can’t resist (I caaaannn’t resisssst!!!)

Breathing in your poison and taking flight Leave behind the aether, bring eternal night Mysteriously untouchable, You’re beautifully inescapable! Fingers trace my skin, be my goddess Nyx Pull me deep within, come and be my fix! Pull me in your sin, let your shadows in Drown me in the night, let the pleasure begin!! Your veil surrounds me I’ll be your crowning Your shadows on my lips (Lips, lips, lips) From the moment you found me I am always drowning, But I can’t resist (I caaaannn’t resisssst!!!)

Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein Türken-, Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Und ich wohne an dem Meer Das Türken Leben, das ist einfach simpel Lahmacun, Döner und paar Türke Ayran Baklava hab’ ich schon probiert, wann ich klein ware. Ich fühle mich wie Schumacher mit den schnellen Ferrari, Ich ware fünf Jahre alt mit eine Tarkan-Kassette Zehn Jahre später hab’ ich sehr schöne koteletten I-i-in der Türkei sagt man “ hallettim ben abi” Türkenjung, ich hör’ nicht gerne auf Gesetze Ich bin nur ein kleiner Türkejunge und ich wohne an dem Meer Ja Südtürkei ist ein schönes land wie Spanien und Italien Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein Türken-, Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Und ich wohne an dem Meer Ich bin kein anderes kindl, bin Türkenjunge. Sie sagt “Ege, es war wunderbar in der Türkei", Junge. Ich geh’ mit Onkel raus und wir trinken Rakı. Es wurde zwischenzeitlich hell, jetzt ist es wieder dunkel. Ja, ich sprech Deutsch, also habe ich dich verstanden. Hol’ mir türkisch-herbes rakı und dazu eine Hamsi Pfanne Spie Ege, esse türkisch essen in Griechenland Es war schlecht, ich werd’ nie wieder da landen Ich finde çay lecker Ich bin kein kenner, doch ich bin ein Teetrinker Sivas, ich grüße meine Brüder. Von Istanbul bis Ankara, wir tanzen die ganze Nacht. Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein Türken-, Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Und ich wohne an dem Meer

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ናፍቆቴ እንደ ከዋክብት በሰማይ በልቤ ውስጥ ትበራለች። ፍቅርሽ እንደ ውቅያኖስ በነፍሴ ውስጥ ይሞላል። ትንሽ ትንሽ እየተነሳ ናፍቆቴ ወደ ሰማይ ትዘልቃለች። ፍቅርሽ እንደ ነጠላ ብርሃን በልቤ ውስጥ ትበራለች። አንድ ቀን እንደ ንፋስ ትመጣለች በልቤ ውስጥ አንችን አስገብቻለሁ ናፍቆቴን እና ፍቅርሽን በአንድ ላይ አድርጌ አይቻለሁ።

(Verse 1) All praise to God, Lord of the skies, Peace to Muhammad, the Prophet so wise. Shout to his fam, pure and elite, Guiding the world, no sign of defeat. (Chorus) Eid al-Mab'ath, it's a day for the free, Worldwide love, can't you see? Movements rise, faith stays strong, Revolution lives on, we carry it on! (Verse 2) Bahman came, a victory ride, Faith in the path, we stay unified. Shout to the Prophet, the mission stays, We walk that road, no turning away. (Bridge) Reason and faith, tools of the wise, Open your mind, remove the disguise. Awaken the truth, set yourself free, Live with honor, that's the key. (Verse 3) Monotheism, that’s the base, A world of truth, no time to waste. Stand on faith, don’t back down, Honor in God, wear that crown. (Chorus) Eid al-Mab'ath, it's a day for the free, Worldwide love, can't you see? Movements rise, faith stays strong, Revolution lives on, we carry it on! (Verse 4) Enemies lurking, they plot and they plan, Smiling in faces but hate in their hands. Colonial games, they playing for keeps, But we woke now, no more sleep! (Verse 5) Gaza stands, no fear in their eyes, Faith and reason, power that flies. Resistance strong, ain't no joke, Truth spreads fast, now the world awoke! (Outro) So don’t be weak, don’t feel down, Faith gives strength, wear that crown. Light up the world, let it shine, With God on your side, you rise and climb!

[Intro: Birr] Yeah… Midnight in the city, sins on consignment, You asked for my heart—bitch, that’s a down payment. [Verse 1: Birr] Trust fund depleted, I’m bankrupt on feelings, Your love’s a rental car—I’m returnin’ it peeled in. You wanted the highs, but the lows got you leavin’, Now your tears on consignment, I’m resellin’ the reasons. Fair trade? You barter your soul for a headline, I write your regrets in a hook, take a cut of the airtime. Loyalty’s ghosted, left voicemails in my DMs, I’m sippin’ the silence, let the Henny drown whispers. Pray for my conscience, but the money’s my pastor, You traded your truth for a verse—should’ve cashed faster… [Chorus: Birr] Cold exchange, no receipts, just the pain in the deal, Friends fold under pressure, diamonds crack under steel. Cold exchange, sign your name, let the contracts get real, You wanted the throne—here’s the blood on the seal. [Verse 2: Lyrik Blaze] Blaze in the cut with a Glock and a grudge, They talkin’ ’bout loyalty—don’t make me laugh, fuck a hug. My brother’s in concrete, I’m buildin’ his legacy, Every brick in my chain got a eulogy recipe. You swapped out your squad for a Spotify playlist, Now you’re beggin’ for clout, but the respect’s in the basement. I don’t speak fluent—I let the Draco translate, One wrong move, and we airin’ out your whole fuckin’ estate. Tears don’t mean shit when the bodies get cold, I’m taxin’ the game, 30%, paid in soul. [Bridge: Birr & Lyrik Blaze] (Birr:) Sellin’ your truth, buyin’ your lies— (Lyrik:) I’m cashing the pain straight outta the sky. (Both:) Cold exchange, cold exchange… balance the scales in blood. [Outro: Birr & Lyrik Blaze] (Birr:) They sing my hooks like a hymn, but the pain’s in the fine print, Turned my heart to a vault—you can’t afford what’s in it. (Lyrik:) Blaze don’t negotiate, I extort or erase, Play with my legacy, get erased from the case. (Both:) Cold exchange.

[Verse 1] (Delivery: Laid-back, gravelly flow, like a late-night confession in a Crown Heights alley) Yo, these streets cold, but your touch Brooklyn summer, We skip the dice games, just us under the gunner. You the .38 Special, no safety, I’m cocked, Love’s a stick-up, you got me robbed at the block. Candle wax drips like the BQE traffic, Your laugh’s the El train—rattlin’ my attic. We ghost the fake love, no cap in our script, You my rib tips, Marcy Ave. thick. [Pre-Chorus] (Melodic, half-sung) Brownstone lullaby, we don’t die, we just slide, Pyrex love, let it simmer, no lie. J’s kicked back, puffin’ cloud nine, You the plug when the world tryna line. [Chorus] (Soulful sample chop: “You’re my cit-ay” echoes) ** [Verse 2] (Flow tightens, cadence like a prowling pitbull) Feds watchin’? Let ‘em tape how we kiss, You the getaway car, I’m the trigga you twist. Split a blunt, split the rent, split the pain, Bed-Stuy queen, yeah, you drippin’ in Reign. We don’t post, we ghost-write our vows, Late-night bodega rose—no crowd. Your ex squared up? I just chuckled, “My G…”, You already chose—why he buckin’ at me? [Bridge] (Beat drops to just piano and 808 hum) The city don’t sleep, but we pillow-talk schemes, Stash love in the ceiling, no blue beams. You my corner store—always open, always right, Kiss the scars like, “Yo, we’ll war tonight.” [Outro] (Saxophone fades as ad-libs echo) Yeah… Brooklyn love, son… It’s murky… but we clear… Ayo, light another one…