[Verse] Dans les ruelles, fumée noire émerge à l'aube Chaussures boueuses, esprits clairs malgré la robe Enfants de Paname, risque quotidien, c'est nob’ Course-poursuite du succès, même la nuit, ça trotte [Verse 2] Crayon dans la main, j'écris l'avenir, sans relâche Rythmique des mots claque, chahute ta conscience, panache Lutte pour un meilleur demain, sempiternel clash Les gars sur l’terrain, descendants des tranchées, bravaches [Chorus] Échappée belle, vers les étoiles on file en flammes Rêves et soumises, on esquive, vivons sans drame Là où l’ombre règne, y’a des bribes de lumière, brame Guide-nous, mère patrie, hors de ces flammes [Verse 3] Sur les chemins pavés, graffiti comme mémorial Messages sans voix, cris silencieux, recital Caméra nous surveille, instantané d’existence déloyale Jeu d'échappée où chaque pas est essentiel, substancial [Verse 4] Beat dans la tête, cadence qui martèle le béton Les gars crient leur rage, éclatante, sans pardon Contours brouillés entre l’innocence et l'affront Sang verse sur l'asphalte, empreintes de nos démons [Chorus] Échappée belle, vers les étoiles on file en flammes Rêves et soumises, on esquive, vivons sans drame Là où l’ombre règne, y’a des bribes de lumière, brame Guide-nous, mère patrie, hors de ces flammes
rap trap percussive
French
The lyrics convey a sense of resilience, hope, and struggle against adversity. There's a juxtaposition between darkness (symbolized by challenges and societal issues) and light (aspirations and dreams), invoking feelings of determination and urgency throughout the narrative.
This song can be played in various situations including urban gatherings, motivational events, or as background music in documentaries addressing social issues and struggles. Its themes resonate with youth empowerment and societal challenges, making it suitable for community rallies or artistic performances.
The song features a percussive beat that underlines the rhythm of the lyrics. The flow is dynamic, with internal rhymes and assonance that enhance the lyrical narrative. The use of imagery and metaphors paints a vivid picture of urban life, struggles, and aspirations, often seen in contemporary rap lyrics.
Chorus Jingle rizz, sigma drip, slayin’ all the way, Skibidi bop, we don’t stop, it’s a holiday! Santa sus, sleighs on us, we’re too lit to stray, Oh, what fun it is to flex the rizzmas sigma way! Verse 1 Dashing through the chat, sliding in with style, Rizz so icy, sigma moves, you know I make ‘em smile. Underneath the lights, Skibidi bop to shine, Santa’s sleigh got nothing on this Gen Z grind. Reindeer actin’ sus, Rudolph’s throwing shade, But my drip too clean, holiday upgrades. Mistletoe alert? Sigma stance on deck, Christmas rizz unlocked—fam, what do you expect? Chorus Jingle rizz, sigma drip, slayin’ all the way, Skibidi bop, we don’t stop, it’s a holiday! Santa sus, sleighs on us, we’re too lit to stray, Oh, what fun it is to flex the rizzmas sigma way! Verse 2 Sigma flex, I’m bold, elf grind, I’m cold, Rizzin’ through this holiday like I just struck gold. Hot cocoa in hand, mistletoe in sight, Skibidi bop, sigma walk, takin’ flight tonight. Snowflakes falling fast, drip stays unbothered, Santa called me up, said, “You’re the rizz scholar.” TikTok trends? Yeah, we’re ruling the feed, Sigma Christmas vibes, we’ve got all you need. Bridge Skibidi bop, bop-bop, sleighin’ on repeat, Sigma stance unlocked, we’re bringing the heat. Holiday vibes unmatched, rizz levels sky-high, Santa’s jealous now—watch the man sigh. Chorus Jingle rizz, sigma drip, slayin’ all the way, Skibidi bop, we don’t stop, it’s a holiday! Santa sus, sleighs on us, we’re too lit to stray, Oh, what fun it is to flex the rizzmas sigma way! Outro Jingle rizz, it’s a vibe, sus or not, we’re here, Sigma season, Skibidi bop, flexin’ through the cheer. Merry Rizzmas to the fam, sleighin’ all the way, Keep the drip alive, and let the rizz stay!
Uz beton 95-ice, crvene kao krv, kao krv Svo ovo crno na meni je kao smrt, kao smrt I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" Samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" Uz beton 95-ice crvene kao krv, kao krv (Kao krv, kao krv) Svo ovo crno na meni je kao smrt, kao smrt (Kao smrt, kao smrt) I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" [Strofa: Hiljson Mandela] Kuku$ klan, sine Kad ja te trebam nema te nikad, ali zato tu je uvijek ekipa Zlato, kuje, kriminal - ipak tu smo na Balkanu Znaš kako ovdje je, ti dobro znaš U nosu Beli Weekend i neka brzina, litra džina Mama, nisam pijanica, ali idemo do pobjede Skrr, skrr kao Nascar, spustio sam ovu vutru jer je dosta Vidim svi bi sada surfali naš val Ne vjerujem nikom jer život je kô maskenbal Stani, gas do daske, dvjesto na sat i pali (Skrr) 'Rija iza nas je u daljini i sad su (Skrr) Mali, plavi kao Štrumpfovi - možeš ih zgazit (Gazi, gazi, gazi) I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrr", nestanemo brzo kao Anasazi Hiljson, Klinja (Pam-pam-pam-pam) [Refren: Klinac & Hiljson Mandela] Uz beton 95-ice, crvene kao krv, kao krv Svo ovo crno na meni je kao smrt, kao smrt I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" (Skrrt) Samo "Skrrt", samo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Uz beton 95-ice, crvene kao krv, kao krv (Kao krv, kao krv) Svo ovo crno na meni je kao smrt, kao smrt I dok jurimo čuje se samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Samo "Skrrt", samo "Skrrt"
[Verse] Golden minigunner blastin’ down the lane, Fallen king mighty, bringin' the pain. Medics healin’, keep the squad in the game, Jester tossin’ tricks, never the same. [Verse 2] Golden crate glitterin’, treasures untold, Engineers buildin', structures pure gold. Trappers settin’ snares, no escape, behold, Molten reworks heatin’ up, stories unfold. [Chorus] Commanders callin', strategy so tight, Void reavers marchin’, into the night. Electro lines buzzin’, electric kite, Defense squad in sync, ready for the fight. [Bridge] Creeps come crawlin’, but we ain’t scared, Base fortified, every angle prepared. Heroes stand proud, every challenge dared, Legends of defense, their efforts declared. [Verse 3] Pulse rifles hummin', arcs in the sky, Barricades shatterin’, enemies cry. Tactics so sharp, mind's eye can’t lie, Triumphs of the brave, never say die. [Chorus] Commanders callin', strategy so tight, Void reavers marchin’, into the night. Electro lines buzzin’, electric kite, Defense squad in sync, ready for the fight.
[Verse] तेरा चेहरा है, क्या बवाल, लोग देखते हँसते, मानो हो कमाल, नज़रें चुरा लेते, रात को सड़कों पे, हसीनाओं की महफिल में, तू शान से खड़ा [Verse 2] किसी ने हँसी उड़ाई, और कोई ताने कसे, दिल में दर्द उठे, पर पनाह कहीं ना मिले, आईनों से लड़ाई, तेरी रोज़ की कहानी, फिर भी तू रोशनी, हो जाए रात काली [Chorus] दाग दिल में हो या चेहरे पे सजाए, तेरी कहानी तेरे साथ, हर कोई तड़पाए, दिल से तू हीरा, चेहरे से चाहे पत्थर, ज़माने के कहने से, मत तू बिखर [Verse 3] ख्वाब सजाए तूने, अपनों की नजर से, राहें मुश्किल, पर इरादे फौलादी हैं दिल से, लोगों की बातों ने, कभी न तू कही हारे, चेहरे की रेखाएं, बनेगी तेरी दिशा-सारे [Verse 4] कोई कहे बदसूरत, कोई कहे फरिश्ता, तेरी अपनी पहचान, समझ खुद को सपनों का आशिक, लम्हें बने कहानी, तेरे अल्फाज़ों में बसे, तू कायम और कायम रहे, इसकी हिम्मत दिखा [Chorus] दाग दिल में हो या चेहरे पे सजाए, तेरी कहानी तेरे साथ, हर कोई तड़पाए, दिल से तू हीरा, चेहरे से चाहे पत्थर, ज़माने के कहने से, मत तू बिखर
[Verse] College nights, turnt up, we gettin' lit, Beerpong, flip cups, that competitive grit, Red cups stackin', shots like a pro hit, In the basement, bass thump, we never quit. [Verse 2] Frats and sororities, they got the pull, Student loans, but we actin' like we rich, no lull, Books on the shelf, but it's shots we mull, Textbooks gather dust, wild lives we cull. [Chorus] Turnt up U, where the party don't stop, Kegs tapped, beat drop, we the cream of the crop, Dancefloor packed, sweat drip, bodies in a hop, Livin' for the weekend, climbin' to the top. [Verse 3] Late-night pizza runs, sauce on our lips, Dial up the crew, gotta make that trip, Campus legends, wild stories we drip, Weeklong benders, ain't loosin' our grip. [Verse 4] TikTok flares up, challenges we spark, Study halls empty, party’s in the dark, Midterms can wait, livin' for the lark, Snapchat memories, reality we embark. [Bridge] Cops roll up, lights flash, scatterin' champs, Hide in the dorms, evade nightlamps, Party rescheduled, new clandestine camps, Emails from deans, but we don't give a damn.
(Intro) Yo… Esto es pa’ la gente joven, presta atención, Que el respeto y el consentimiento son la base de la conexión. (Verso 1) Ey, no es un chiste ni un reto pa’l juego, Si ella dice “sí”, pero cambias, es veneno. El stealthing no es travesura ni hazaña, Es traición, es abuso, es cruzar una raya. Protección es pacto, es trato sagrado, Si lo rompes sin aviso, estás del otro lado. Respeta su cuerpo, respeta su voz, Sin consentimiento, tú pierdes a Dios. (Pre-coro) Si cambias las reglas en medio del acto, No eres valiente, solo un cobarde ingrato. Respeto es clave, sin excusas ni cuentos, Porque el “sí” se construye con entendimiento. (Coro) Sin consentimiento no hay juego, no hay nada, Si rompes el pacto, tu alma está manchada. Respeto primero, deseo compartido, El placer es libre, nunca impuesto ni fingido. (Verso 2) De frente te hablo, escucha el mensaje, No hay placer real si escondes un chantaje. Consentir es mutuo, no es manipulación, El stealthing es delito, no equivocación. La confianza se gana, no se roba en la cama, Si juegas con fuego, quemas tu alma. Mejor sé real, sé digno y sincero, Que amar con respeto te hace verdadero. (Puente) No más excusas ni juegos baratos, La vida es un viaje de pasos sensatos. El deseo es fuego, pero con respeto, Sin consentimiento, todo está muerto. (Coro Final) Sin consentimiento no hay juego, no hay nada, Si rompes el pacto, tu alma está manchada. Respeto primero, deseo compartido, El placer es libre, nunca impuesto ni fingido. (Outro) Esto es pa’ la juventud, conciencia y verdad, El respeto es la base de toda intimidad.
I came from the Bronx where the shadows scream, Mama held me close, kept me chasin’ the dream. Black Panther blood in my veins, born to fight, But poverty and struggle kept me up at night. A young poet with a fire in my chest, Spoke for the ghetto, gave the voiceless my best. From 2Pacalypse to “Dear Mama’s” glow, I showed the world pain that they ain’t wanna know.