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"Il faut... il faut... vite... mur..." Couplet 1: Yo, dans le monde des granulats, y'a un type qui nous mène la vie dure Un consultant, un pro de la chienne, qui nous fait tourner en bourrique Il balance ses "il faut" comme des cailloux dans une bétonnière "Il faut aller vite", "on va droit dans le mur", c'est sa litanie Du sable, du gravier, du tout-venant, du stérile, il veut tout et tout de suite Mais son stress, il nous le transmet, et ça crée des tensions, c'est pas du gâteau ! Refrain: Consultant, consultant, toujours à nous mettre la pression Avec tes phrases toutes faites, t'es une vraie obsession "Il faut", "vite", "mur", c'est ton refrain préféré T'as pas l'air de comprendre, qu'on a besoin de respirer ! Couplet 2: Il parle de "problèmes", de "catastrophes", il aime bien dramatiser Il nous met les uns contre les autres, c'est sa spécialité "C'est énorme", "c'est catastrophique", il exagère à mort Il oublie qu'on est une équipe, et qu'on a besoin de s'apporter Pont: On bosse dans le BTP, c'est pas de la tarte Mais avec toi, c'est encore plus dur à avaler Tes méthodes, tes phrases, ça nous use les nerfs On aurait préféré un collègue, plutôt qu'un perturbateur Refrain: Consultant, consultant, toujours à nous mettre la pression Avec tes phrases toutes faites, t'es une vraie obsession "Il faut", "vite", "mur", c'est ton refrain préféré T'as pas l'air de comprendre, qu'on a besoin de respirer ! Outro: Scratch : "Enorme... catastrophique... pas le choix..."

(Verse 1) Yo, Ziv, comin' up short—literally, though, Barely see you in the crowd, bro, where’d you go? You’re tiny like your game, your presence is whack, Step up to me, you’ll get crushed on this track. And what’s that smell? Oh, that must be you, Rollin’ through the block like a garbage crew. Deodorant’s a thing, man, give it a shot, You reek so bad, plants in your path just rot. (Chorus) Ziv, you’re small, you stink, no doubt, The air clears up when you step out. Short fuse, no style, it’s all a mess, This diss right here just laid you to rest. (Verse 2) Ziv’s so short, he can’t reach the bar, Even when I set it low, he’s stuck where he are. Smellin’ like a skunk, bro, what’s the deal? Your hygiene’s a myth; it’s barely real. Small stature, but your ego’s big, Walkin’ around like you own the gig. Nah, Ziv, you’re just a passing breeze, But the stink you leave? That’s a disease. (Bridge) Man, Ziv, it’s time for a change, A shower, a scrub—yeah, rearrange. Can’t mask the stench, can’t grow the height, But maybe, just maybe, you’ll fix it tonight. (Chorus) Ziv, you’re small, you stink, no doubt, The air clears up when you step out. Short fuse, no style, it’s all a mess, This diss right here just laid you to rest. (Outro) So, Ziv, take notes, learn from the best, This game ain’t yours—consider it a test. Short, smelly, and lost, that’s your lane, This diss just sealed your hall of shame. Mic dropped. 🎤

Yo, Haze, step back, you ain't ready for this, Short stack with glasses? Man, you’re easy to diss. Bald head shining like a beacon of defeat, Soundin’ like a kid when you try to bring the heat. What’s the deal, Haze? Your vibe’s all wrong, Voice cracks hittin’ every word in your song. Lookin’ like a librarian, lost in the game, You’re a placeholder here, I’m the one with the name. (Chorus) Haze, you’re short, you’re weak, can’t compete, Bald dome, tiny tone—take a seat. Step to the mic? Nah, you’re out of your league, I’m droppin’ bars; you’re droppin’ fatigue. (Verse 2) Haze, you’re see-through, like your name implies, No presence, no power—just empty tries. Your voice sounds prepubescent, like a cartoon, While I’m droppin’ bombs, you’re stuck hummin’ tunes. Think you’re smart? Those glasses don’t help, Still can’t see the L you’re takin’ for yourself. Bald and small, yeah, a rough combination, I’m takin’ you down, no hesitation. (Bridge) Man, Haze, you’re a lightweight fight, No height, no bite, just wrong in the light. This ain’t your lane; better switch your route, Before I end this game with a single shout. (Chorus) Haze, you’re short, you’re weak, can’t compete, Bald dome, tiny tone—take a seat. Step to the mic? Nah, you’re out of your league, I’m droppin’ bars; you’re droppin’ fatigue. (Outro) Haze, this diss is your final call, Little voice, no hair, and you’re way too small. Fade to the back; your time is done, This track just proved who’s number one. Mic dropped. 🎤

(Verse 1) Dharti hai humari maa, isse mat rulana, Pedh katoge toh saansein kahan se laana? Plastic se nadiyan ho rahi hai gandi, Bachane ka waqt hai, na bano ab andhi. Har boond bachao, yeh paani hai anmol, Kal ki duniya ke liye yeh sabse bada goal. Chalo uth jao, kuch kadam uthao, Dharti ko bachane ka vaada nibhayo. (Chorus) Hawa ko saaf rakh, dhuaan mat phailana, Bhavishya bachane ka waada hai nibhana. Urja bachao, solar apnao, Har chhota kadam bada asar dikhayega. (Bridge) Milke banayenge duniya ko green, Koshish se aayegi naye sapno ki scene. Registan na bane humare yeh shehar, Aaj hi sambhalo, tabhi hoga sunder pehar. (Outro) Sab saath aao, awaaz uthao, Dharti ko bachane ki kasam dilwao. Yeh ghar hai humara, pyaar se sajana, Kal ka suraj hasega, bas yeh dikhana.

Yo, Shatgi, better step aside, Tryna roll with me, but you can't ride. Think you're a boss, but you're just too slow, Out of breath, man, after one flow. They call you heavyweight, but it’s not in the ring, More like heavyweight in the burger king. Stackin' up plates like you’re buildin’ a tower, Out here, I’m flexin’, you’re losin’ power. (Chorus) Shatgi, can’t keep the pace, Chasin’ your dreams, but you lost the race. Big man, small moves, that’s your brand, Step to me, bro? You don’t understand. (Verse 2) You’re rollin’ up like a boulder downhill, But when it comes to rap, you ain’t got the skill. Bars so light, they could float in the breeze, While your steps shake the ground like tectonic seas. You’re snackin’ on rhymes like they’re fries on a tray, But you’ll never taste victory today. Big presence? Nah, just a big excuse, While I drop hits, you just reproduce. (Bridge) Shatgi, it ain’t about the size you bring, It’s the heart and the fire, the passion to sting. But you’re all talk, no spark, no shine, Stick to the buffet; this mic is mine. (Chorus) Shatgi, can’t keep the pace, Chasin’ your dreams, but you lost the race. Big man, small moves, that’s your brand, Step to me, bro? You don’t understand. (Outro) So take a seat, Shatgi, grab a snack, This mic’s for pros; there’s no turnin’ back. Big man energy? Nah, just a flop, I’m the one runnin’ this—straight to the top. Mic dropped. 🎤

La puissance, Tu connais la puissance, les gars vous connaissez la puissance, Ecoute le son de la puissance, Ruddy c'est avec deux D et non pas avec un D. PAW PAW Sans lui le site était partit en couille Lorsqu'il est arrivé, il les a tous liquidéeeeee il a remis en ordre et tej les casse-couilles. BOUMM Ruddy fait son mieux pour passer chez L'Oréal Mais malheureusement il est comme M-BAPPER au Réal Le salaire de TRSB est moins chère que le prix du diesel Si une chose ne va pas, ça monte et tire a balle réel. PAW PAW "Eh les gars je vais vous défoncé!" braaaah braahhh Fréro désoler c'est sur toi que je suis tombé non mais les gars vous etes sérieux la j'suis pas votre darons les gars paw paw

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[Hook] Hate, hate, we will always hate, We will never wait, we are always late. Hate, hate, hate, we won’t open the gate, We are in phase eight, eight, hate, hate, hate. [Verse 1] Step to the scene, got the world irate, No time for love, it’s a toxic state. Fuel in my veins, I’m a fire, no bait, Burn it all down, yeah, it’s phase eight. You are so fake, fake, can’t relate, Talking all big, but we highkey ate. No cap in my game, just a raw debate, Living in the shadows where the real ones create. [Hook] Hate, hate, we will always hate, We will never wait, we are always late. Hate, hate, hate, we won’t open the gate, We are in phase eight, eight, hate, hate, hate. [Verse 2] Hate’s my armor, my shield, my sword, Language of the broken, can’t be ignored. Pain in my chest, yeah, my heart’s discord, But the hate keeps me moving, my silent reward. You are so fake, fake, I see your fate, Flipping the script while I dominate. We stacking our wins, yeah, we highkey ate, Locked in phase eight, this is checkmate. [Bridge] Hate’s a cycle, a locked-up chain, But it keeps me numb to the searing pain. Locked in a cage, but I’ll entertain, Phase eight’s my home, my domain of disdain. [Hook] Hate, hate, we will always hate, We will never wait, we are always late. Hate, hate, hate, we won’t open the gate, We are in phase eight, eight, hate, hate, hate. [Outro] Phase eight, no escape, just resonate, Hate’s the anthem, the endless state. You are so fake, fake, but it’s checkmate, Hate, hate, till we disintegrate.

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(Verse 1) Yeah, we in the zone, water flows like a river, Cash rules everything, but a drink makes me shiver, Ice cold, got the bottle, pop the cap, feel the pressure, Hydration on my mind, it’s a liquid treasure. (Chorus) Drip or drown, gotta hold my crown, Water on my wrist, see it shine when I frown, H2O on the beat, watch me drown out the sound, Life’s a wave, ride it up, can’t let me down. (Verse 2) Got the waves in my veins, like the ocean, I’m deep, Splashin’ in the game, ain’t no time for no sleep, Sip it slow, let it flow, got the grind on repeat, From the gutter to the clouds, makin’ moves, not defeat. (Bridge) Rain or shine, I stay drippin’, never slowin’ my grind, Lookin' for a well, but I’m findin' gold mine, Surfing through the struggles, tides rise, can’t rewind, Water to my hustle, keep it pure, keep it fine. (Chorus) Drip or drown, gotta hold my crown, Water on my wrist, see it shine when I frown, H2O on the beat, watch me drown out the sound, Life’s a wave, ride it up, can’t let me down. (Outro) So raise your glass, toast to the ones who stay thirsty, In the game full of sharks, best believe, they don’t hurt me, Water in my soul, like a fountain, I’m sturdy, Drip or drown, livin’ life, it’s a journey.

(Verse 1) Yo, it's me, the beast, ready to feast, bab al Aziz is the best on the streets vlad is the goat but he died You sittin’ in school, tryna act like a king, But your whole life’s a joke, you ain't worth a damn thing. Fixing ACs for teachers? That’s your big flex? While I’m out here grinding, cash flow complex, You a chubby little troll, 150 kg, bro are you a elephant or a human you aint nothing but a fat cubin they call you ice cube huh? niga you look like a one not gonna lie Tryna roll with the punches, but you ain’t got no sway. Actin’ all posh, like you some British lad, you aint a british niga you are a combodian niga you be drinknin strawberry juice mate thats bad change yo drinks before they kill you vapin mango man thats so nasty You love that Dar al Fatirah, eatin’ all the bread, But your dough’s lookin’ weak, can’t invest in your head. (Chorus) You a cube in the room, can’t step to my tune, While I’m rising up high, you just sink like a balloon, Man City is the best, here to shatter your dome, Fuck Nicolas Jackson, Fuck Chelsea, I’m claiming the Premier League Title this year! (Verse 2) Thiago Silva is the goat? Man, who you foolin’? While I’m out here hustlin’, you just home droolin’, Chelsea’s overrated, but you ride like a thug, Catchin' feelings over football, now that's a real bug. You lack the cash flow, your pockets lookin’ empty, While I’m stackin’ up green, countin’ bills like it's plenty, Please pay Yousef the vault cash Flexin’ on fixing ACs, but boy, that’s just weak, You got no style, no clout, man, your game’s at its peak. Laughin’ at you, livin’ rent-free in your home, I’m the king of the street, better check where you roam. Mohammed adel is scammin yo ass paying 150 riyal per 1 hour is a scam big boy wake up dont pay these nigas eat dar alfatirah instead! what about hany hajrasy he scammin you too? bro thats bad you better go learn good (Chorus) You a cube in the room, can’t step to my tune, While I’m rising up high, you just sink like a balloon, Man City is the best, here to shatter your dome, Fuck Nicolas Jackson, I’m claiming the throne! (Bridge) Hasson Albarqi? is the goat he loves man city he is the best guy that speaks aramco language niga you cant even be like him he's the goat he makes jokes better than you hoke hoke hoke outsize hehehehe chill the fuck out dont play ghosts of tabor (Outro) So remember my face, ‘cause I’m heatin’ it up, You a bubble in water, just waitin’ to pop, I’m reppin’ my crew, while you drown in your luck, I’ll keep droppin’ these bars, 'til you know you’re just stuck! Yeah, fuck you and your AC, little uk bloke, In the rap game, I’m a lion, you’re just a sad joke. (End)