Just made a dirt block on my Minecraft undies

[Verse 1] Why, God, did You craft me to burn? Was I not created in Your image?—guess I’ll never learn. Walkin’ through fire like it’s part of the plan, but if I’m made in Your hands, why’s the pain built in the man? Sink, resurface, then I sink again, every time I breathe, I feel the cycle begin. 9-5 suicide, clock in, clock out, livin’ for survival, but what’s life about? In moments of peace, I crave the war, mind stay restless, I been here before. Everything is temporary—what was I made for? If the past is a grave, is the future the door? [Hook] I’ve seen planets turn to stars, stars turn to dust Gifted and disturbed—man, that’s just how it was Beauty ain’t a blessing when it cuts you deep Cursed with the eyes of an artist, I don’t ever sleep [Verse 2] Mourning something even as it’s happening, who I used to be, yeah, he’s vanishing. Plastered smiles, studies show “you’ll be fine,” but numb ain’t healing, it’s just wasting time. Burdens on a silver plate, they serve it up clean, told to chase the dream, but the dream ain’t what it seems. Eye of the beholder, but what if my gaze only sees the world in a violent haze? Like a fire infects a forest, I walk in smelling smoke, maybe I should try softer, but the softer get broke. Unmovable passion, unstoppable river, I keep shapeshifting, but the pain still lingers. [Hook] I’ve seen planets turn to stars, stars turn to dust Gifted and disturbed—man, that’s just how it was Beauty ain’t a blessing when it cuts you deep Cursed with the eyes of an artist, I don’t ever sleep [Bridge] Conjuring creatures, mind at war, I think I’m dreaming still—what’s real anymore? To take on life is to take a life too, kill who I was just to make it through. [Outro] Look at all this, shit, inverse legacy, illusion of choice—was it ever up to me? Is this it?—man, I don’t even know, evolution despises order, so I let it flow.

[Verse 1] Why, God, did You craft me to burn? Was I not created in Your image?—guess I’ll never learn. Walkin’ through fire like it’s part of the plan, but if I’m made in Your hands, why’s the pain built in the man? Sink, resurface, then I sink again, every time I breathe, I feel the cycle begin. 9-5 suicide, clock in, clock out, livin’ for survival, but what’s life about? In moments of peace, I crave the war, mind stay restless, I been here before. Everything is temporary—what was I made for? If the past is a grave, is the future the door? [Hook] I’ve seen planets turn to stars, stars turn to dust Gifted and disturbed—man, that’s just how it was Beauty ain’t a blessing when it cuts you deep Cursed with the eyes of an artist, I don’t ever sleep [Verse 2] Mourning something even as it’s happening, who I used to be, yeah, he’s vanishing. Plastered smiles, studies show “you’ll be fine,” but numb ain’t healing, it’s just wasting time. Burdens on a silver plate, they serve it up clean, told to chase the dream, but the dream ain’t what it seems. Eye of the beholder, but what if my gaze only sees the world in a violent haze? Like a fire infects a forest, I walk in smelling smoke, maybe I should try softer, but the softer get broke. Unmovable passion, unstoppable river, I keep shapeshifting, but the pain still lingers. [Hook] I’ve seen planets turn to stars, stars turn to dust Gifted and disturbed—man, that’s just how it was Beauty ain’t a blessing when it cuts you deep Cursed with the eyes of an artist, I don’t ever sleep [Bridge] Conjuring creatures, mind at war, I think I’m dreaming still—what’s real anymore? To take on life is to take a life too, kill who I was just to make it through. [Outro] Look at all this, shit, inverse legacy, illusion of choice—was it ever up to me? Is this it?—man, I don’t even know, evolution despises order, so I let it flow.

Yo, woke up in a cube, sun in my eyes Another damn day, gotta stack these supplies Pickaxe in hand, gotta dig real deep These creepers be lurkin', while I try to sleep Got diamonds on my mind, emeralds too This grind never stops, what the fuck I gotta do? Buildin' this base, brick by brick, slow pace These villagers be trade-in' bullshit, outta place. Fuckin' zombies moanin', in the goddamn night Gotta keep it movin', gotta put up a fight This shit ain't a game, this a goddamn chore Diggin' for ore, 'til my hands fuckin' sore.Lo-fi Minecraft, yeah, that's the vibe Diggin' for gold, just to stay alive These hostile mobs, always on my ass Gotta build a fortress, made of reinforced glass Fuckin' ender dragons, tryin' to ruin my day Just tryna chill, in my own damn way.Craftin' a sword, sharpness five, that's the key These skeletons be shootin', relentlessly Netherrack burnin', a hellish domain Ghasts be screamin', drivin' me insane Got my enchanted armor, protection four These mobs be comin' back, wantin' more and more Fuckin' with redstone, circuits complex Tryna build a farm, for my chicken and flex These pillagers raid, with their crossbows and shit Gotta set up traps, gotta make 'em all quit This world's a bitch, but I'm buildin' my throne Leavin' these bitches, all alone.Yeah, just chillin', buildin' my shit These diamonds gleamin', ain't no time to quit Fuck the haters, they can suck my pickaxe In this blocky world, I'm layin' down the tracks.Lo-fi beats, Minecraft flow Just diggin' deep, watchin' the torches glow Yeah, that's the life, that's the game we play Minecraft chill, every goddamn day.

Oh Dil Da Nai Maarda. Tera Sidhu Moosewalaaa. Gallan karan ne thode, chann de shor vich, Jiven kudi de chaal da, dil machda 'oh ho' vich. Pind de khedan vich, hun baddiyan vekhda, Honsla na chhad, putt, bapu ne vekhda. (Chorus) Punjabi vibes, saadi duniya vich, Jiven taara chamke, raat di galiyaan vich. Kamm karde jaavan, sapne lokkan de, Ohi sapne, jiven chadange gaddiyan de. (Verse 2) Suit patiala da, style sade vich, Gallan gaddiyan di, chakk de ni te vich. Dilli tak chalange, saade naal yaaran na, Dil vich ik junoon, Punjabi chad de caran na. (Chorus) Punjabi vibes, saadi duniya vich, Jiven taara chamke, raat di galiyaan vich. Kamm karde jaavan, sapne lokkan de, Ohi sapne, jiven chadange gaddiyan de.

Here’s a high-energy rap song with a trap beat, heavy bass, and some swagger to match Afro Ash and his love for big bearded women. Let’s get it! "Afro Ash & the Beard Game" Intro: Yeah, uh, Afro Ash in the buildin’, Ashy hands, big plans, let’s go! Beard gang, big vibes, you know how it is, Turn it up, let’s ride! Verse 1: Black king with the ‘fro, puffed up to the sky, Ashy hands grippin’, catchin’ every eye, Big bearded women, that’s my type, no lie, Thick and fuzzy queens, got me ridin’ high. Rollin’ through the block, speakers bangin’ loud, Spot my girl with the beard, standin’ hella proud, “Yo, ma, you a giant, love your hairy glow, Ashy palms clappin’, let the whole world know!” Chorus: Afro Ash, yeah, I’m lovin’ that beard, Big women with the fuzz, yo, I ain’t scared, Ashy hands up, I’m the man with the flair, Bearded queens only, catch me in the air! (What!) Afro Ash, yeah, I’m lovin’ that beard, Big women with the fuzz, yo, I ain’t scared, Ashy hands wave, keep the vibe so rare, Beard game strong, we a power pair! Verse 2: She’s six-foot somethin’, beard thicker than mine, Rockin’ that whisker drip, lookin’ so divine, I’m dustin’ off my hands, but my game stay clean, “Big beard, big love,” that’s my whole routine. Trap beat droppin’, we bounce to the sound, Afro bouncin’ wild as we shut it down, “Girl, your chin’s a forest, I’m lost in the trees, Ashy knuckles poppin’ while I’m beggin’ please!” Chorus: Afro Ash, yeah, I’m lovin’ that beard, Big women with the fuzz, yo, I ain’t scared, Ashy hands up, I’m the man with the flair, Bearded queens only, catch me in the air! (What!) Afro Ash, yeah, I’m lovin’ that beard, Big women with the fuzz, yo, I ain’t scared, Ashy hands wave, keep the vibe so rare, Beard game strong, we a power pair! Bridge: Big frame, big mane, she’s my bearded flame, Ashy fingers snappin’, reppin’ my name, Crowd go wild, they can’t tame the scene, Afro Ash and his queen, livin’ the dream! (Huh!) Dust on my hands, but my heart stay gold, Beard so thick, it’s a story untold, We flexin’ on ‘em, yeah, we breakin’ the mold, Big bearded women, that’s my heart and soul! Chorus: Afro Ash, yeah, I’m lovin’ that beard, Big women with the fuzz, yo, I ain’t scared, Ashy hands up, I’m the man with the flair, Bearded queens only, catch me in the air! (What!) Afro Ash, yeah, I’m lovin’ that beard, Big women with the fuzz, yo, I ain’t scared, Ashy hands wave, keep the vibe so rare, Beard game strong, we a power pair! Outro: Yeah, Afro Ash, ashy hands, big facts, Big bearded women, we keep it max, Trap life, rap life, love on blast, Beard gang forever, we built to last! (Uh!) There’s your rap banger! Afro Ash is spittin’ bars about his love for big bearded women, with that trap energy and swagger.

This could be heaven im livin' in, or shit/ this could be hell, whats worse is, im not sure if there's anyway for me to tell, cause I can feel the heat/ coming from the devil himself/ while laying ontop of the angels sheets under a spell/ deeply in tranced/ but stuck with frozen hands/ Listen' It was the Seventh month, day number 1, when I chose to advance and come/ Into the world, a little white boy with blue eyes and blonde curls/ I never had a big circle when I was coming up/ but for whatever reason, I also never really gave a fuck/ I was busy out tryna see the world and meet differant girls/ going on dates at an early age/ when I shoulda' been hanging with mates/ but hey, it's always when its to late, no ones fault we grew up, both changed and went our seperate ways/ I realised I've been playing with people who had already checked out the game/ So whose to blame? Distance creates distractions, dissapear in an flash and act like none of this shit even happened/ Time will wipe any sign of you even living, to where the memory of your existence becomes completley non existent/ lightning strikes, consistently light up the night like the calender is continuously on the 4th of July/ but the writings on the wall. Fight/ It if you wish/ The one thing I'll always fight to keep alive is my fuckn pride/ its/ because I know who I am/ and i know that I can have more than Iv got because I can become more than I am/ I stand, on what I say/ while lil bitches tryna play, games, breaking your shit the second you walk away, then be the first to point the blame and shit on someone elses name/ Snakes in the grass, constantly slithering past, attempting to disguise themselves behind a transparent mask I'm waking up, in the middle of the night, Cold sweats, reaching out to touch, in a fright, but/ feeling like, your body just/ still might/ be laying right/ next to me, its definitely/ the flashbacks, Feels like I'm in a cage match with the PTSD/ I see the escape latch, right there in sight, but everytime I go to reach/ I'm pulled straight back so iv gotta find/ a way to end this fight' but it just doesnt seem to get easier believe me/ Im tryin/ I'm thinking back on the years, questioning the hand I was dealt, why no peers, came to help, well.. maybe one or 2, but one died, he tried to fight his way out of the hell he was stuck inside but then met a bitch who told him, no one wanted him alive, and shit/ Now the only time I get to see Ty, is when I close my eyes/ And the other one, well he just turned out to be scum, but you win some and you lose some/ What matters, is if you learn to become/ something that's great that started from a mistake, and if you do that, then you've won!

(Verse 1) Alright, stop—collaborate and listen! Daisy's back with a brand-new invention. Custom work that grabs your attention, Embroidery’s tight with the finest precision. (Verse 2) DTF prints, yeah, they stick just right, Bright, bold colors, poppin’ on sight. Laser engravin’—cut sharp, so clean, Flags, banners—make your brand seen! (Pre-Chorus) If you need it, yo, we’ll make it, Stitchin’ up styles, no fake it ‘til you make it! Canopies custom, reppin’ your name, Step in the spot, they all know your game! (Chorus) Daisy’s Creations—baby! Top-tier work, man, it’s so crazy! Daisy’s Creations—baby! Custom designs on the daily! (Verse 3) Threads so smooth, stitchin’ so tight, Logos look fresh, colors so bright. From banners to patches, engravin’ that’s mean, We craft it all—it’s a branding dream! (Bridge) Turn heads when we drop that flag, Stand out strong, never lookin’ drab. From small-town shops to the big-time scene, Daisy’s Creations—living the dream! (Outro) So if you need that heat, don’t wait, Hit us up—let’s create! Daisy’s got you, trust in the vibe, Quality work, done right every time!

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 breaking’ your back, Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Gucci on demand. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Vuitton in the bag, Prada in the list. Japan with coupons thought they’d make it gain, but the market stayed low nothing really changed. USA sent checks, promised us gold, but inflation shot up, like a story untold. They promised relief but they knew they would fail, Another bailout but no checks in the mail. They pushing’ the markets they playin’ the game, They winning’ the money we were stuck in shame. They print that money they tell you to spend, Drowning’ in numbers It only makes no sense Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Gucci on demand. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Vuitton in the bag, Prada in the list. Japan with coupons thought they’d make it gain, but the market stayed low nothing really changed. USA sent checks, promised us gold, but inflation shot up, like a story untold.

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(Verse 1) In the heart of Croatia, we stand so tall, Teaching languages, giving students it all. At the crossroads of knowledge, we find our way, LSP teachers, shaping minds every day. From the classroom to the world outside, We teach more than words, we teach them to glide. In every lesson, a future is born, Empowering students, they rise with the dawn. (Chorus) We are the voices of LSP, Guiding the minds of the world to see. At the heart of Croatia, together we grow, With passion and knowledge, we let it all show. We teach for a future, bright and wide, With the Association, we stand with pride. (Verse 2) Across every campus, from north to the south, We bring language to life, from the teacher's mouth. From law to business, to medicine too, LSP connects the world, and it starts with you. With every word, we bridge the gap, Between cultures, between dreams, closing the map. Higher education, we play our part, In opening minds, we ignite the heart. (Chorus) We are the voices of LSP, Guiding the minds of the world to see. At the heart of Croatia, together we grow, With passion and knowledge, we let it all show. We teach for a future, bright and wide, With the Association, we stand with pride. (Bridge) One language, one purpose, united we stand, Helping students make their way through this land. Through LSP, we reach for the sky, Together we learn, together we fly. (Chorus) We are the voices of LSP, Guiding the minds of the world to see. At the heart of Croatia, together we grow, With passion and knowledge, we let it all show. We teach for a future, bright and wide, With the Association, we stand with pride. (Outro) So here's to the teachers, with vision so clear, The Association of LSP, we're always near. Building a future, one word at a time, Together, we’re shaping a world so divine.

[Verse] Pavement's hot, my trainers sizzle, Cronking these beats like a tea-time drizzle, Postcodes poppin', my postcode royal, Bent for the crown, my heritage loyal. [Chorus] Oi bruv, we ain't got time for the lag, Pockets full of dreams in a brown tote bag, Red bus riding, Big Ben chime, Fast lane living, spittin' UK grime. [Verse 2] Chats on the corner, slang game tight, Fox through the alleys, moving in the night, Fish and chips cold, fries all greasy, Swerving this chaos 'cause life ain't easy. [Bridge] East End vibes with a westward lean, Hustling the streets like a punk rock scene, Tea in the veins, biscuits for the armor, London's a jungle but I’m the charmer. [Chorus] Oi bruv, we ain't got time for the lag, Pockets full of dreams in a brown tote bag, Red bus riding, Big Ben chime, Fast lane living, spittin' UK grime. [Verse 3] Brick Lane graff, the walls got a story, Dodging the rain but the puddles look glory, Rolling with a squad, umbrella parade, Dodgy deals done under shadow and shade.