Échappée Belle

Just come outside, for the chai (Yeah) Take your time, get your pani (Yeah) mhm I been out eatin' (Yeah) Chai', Chai', Chai', Chai'-Chai'-Chai' (Yeah) Pani', Pani', Pani', Pani'-Pani'-Pani' (Yeah) Chai', Chai', Chai', Chai'-Chai'-Chai' (Yeah) Pani', Pani', Pani', Pani', Pani' (Yeah)

Yeah, we in the warehouse, Petmaynia on the grind, Sippin’ on that hustle, gotta ease our minds. [Verse 1] Rollin’ through the warehouse, stacks all around, Pallets movin’ heavy, we runnin’ this town. Lacey’s on a break, lost in that stall, While Adam’s on the scanner, hopin’ he don’t stall. Leroy’s yellin’ loud, got complaints on blast, Brandon pickin’ toys, movin’ quick, real fast. jango liftin’ dog food, bags heavy and tight, Keen's stackin’ shampoo, wishin’ for the light. [Chorus] We the Petmaynia crew, grindin’ through the night, From the toys to the treats, man, we ready to fight. Aaron’s callin’ shots, keepin’ us in check, In this warehouse life, we just cashin’ that check. [Verse 2] Damien runnin’ things, actin’ like he’s the boss, Barkin’ out orders, man, he don’t take a loss. Got his eyes on the crew, watchin’ every move, With his heavy-handed style, gotta keep in the groove. Pallets stackin’ high, gotta ship ‘em out fast, Every order filled up, gotta make it last. But with Damien lurkin’, always lookin’ for slips, We shout out our troubles, tryin’ to make our trips. [Chorus] We the Petmaynia crew, grindin’ through the night, From the toys to the treats, man, we ready to fight. Aaron’s callin’ shots, keepin’ us in check, In this warehouse life, we just cashin’ that check. [Bridge] Late nights and long shifts, we hustle to survive, Stuck in this struggle, barely feelin’ alive. From the shadows of dusk to the end of the grind, This warehouse our prison, losin’ our mind. [Verse 3] Here’s to the homies, Lacey, Adam, and the crew, Brandon, jango, Leroy, we just pushin’ through. Keen and Eddie, man, we feelin’ the strain, In this Petmania life, stuck in the rain. With Aaron at the helm, tryna steer us right, But Damiens got a grip, makin’ it feel tight. We the backbone of the biz, every order a chore, In the Petmaynia warehouse, always looking for more. [Chorus] We the Petmaynia crew, grindin’ through the night, From the toys to the treats, man, we ready to fight. Aaron’s callin’ shots, keepin’ us in check, In this warehouse life, we just cashin’ that check. [Outro] So here’s to the crew, let’s make it through, In the Petmaynia warehouse, yeah, we feelin’ blue. From the pallets to the trucks, we just tryin’ to cope, Petmaynia’s the spot, we don't give a fuck

[Verse] Dime in the game, flip the script, outshine, Eardrums booming, flow hotter than the sunshine, Bounce like an echo in a canyon, rewind, Big Flex, no text, break necks when I climb. [Verse 2] Microphone cut, steel blade precision, Wordplay jumpin', nimble with incision, Hollywood flick, but the plot twist ain't given, Glimpse into my mind, inner vision like a prism. [Chorus] Quantum leaps, take off, no retake, Rewind, fast forward, future at stake, Neon-lit nights, dreams wide awake, Chase the crown, ain't no room for a fake. [Verse 3] Poison pen, ink spill, tales untold, Gold trippin', sonic boom, verses unfold, Life of the party, but the boombox's cold, Echoes in the alley, stories that mold. [Bridge] Bounce to the beat, vibe electric, high, Cityscapes fall, while we touch sky, Handshakes break deals, never comply, Run this empire, on beats we rely. [Verse 4] Cipher in the basement, wisdom in the lines, Clock ticks fast, lyrical Einstein, Street poet steel, blend grime with fine wine, Lost in the beat, outpace time, divine.

Hola que tal soy andrés el marihuao'. Voy a irme con todo asi que muevete por un lao'. Pinché teroristas corajudos mientras sigo tranqilao' Ellos quieren asustarme. Cada intentó un fracasao. Entonces sigo fumando mi mota. Mi clika el mierda que flotan. Siempre andamos los super-marihuanos que todos conozcan. Tenemos toneladas metricas de puro fuego. Venimos para mata a todos en este juego. Ustedes bien paniqueado por uso de tanto yeyo. Eyo eyo. Don't fuck up my day bro. Vamos a fumar un chingo de wax y un par de pre-rolls. Tenemos mucho estilo. Lenguas siempre con filo. Cada palabra mochando cabezas en Sangre frio. [Scream in terror] AY DIOS MIO! pues que paso aqui. Mato todo tu clika. Despues llevé tu chica. A mi cuarto a fumar y un poco en la pipa. Lo siento pero es asi. No vas a controlarme. Tu terrorismo dianetica no puedes dañarme. Antenas de fractales y micro-ondas Güey no mames. Teroristas de "control mental" ustedes son cobardes. Se que Este canción te arde. Todos saben porque soy aqui. Pa' destrozarté. Si eso es mi arte. Porqué soy Andrés el pinche marihuano del rio cualé. En paso de molino Fumando con amigos. Con los caguamas y los churros siempre andamos grifos. Ustedes super gay. Aver pues Órale. Tu hablas mucha mierda por un pinché enano güey. Pues, Qiuobole que. Que vas a hacer? Con tus amenazas tan chistosos vete mucho a la ver'. Parece un bola de babosos. Faltan cinco minutos hasta que te mates solo. [Grito] Oh No! Una asilo de aire libre Bienvenidos a jalisco. Atrofia en tu cerebro tu hyna tragando mecco Ella conmigo adentro de un cuarto bien nublado. Estoy harto. De escuchar tu pinché voz Tu terrorismo telepatico es una mierda yo. Tu pandillita de payasos Voy a dejarles en pedazos. Dices que soy marcado. Pero ustedes estan manchados. No puedes caminar los calles si no esta encapuchados. Tengo todos tus datos. Nos vemos en un rato. Porqué te digo una cosa No soy un novato. Solo estoy harto de tu mother fucking shitshow. Te voy a dar un tip bro. Todos tenemos chips bro. El telepatía que crees que tienes no existe bro. Solo un micrófono 'dentro de tu garganta bro. Y una pinche Bluetooth para hablar dentro de tu cabeza bro. Tus pensamientos no son silencios bro. Cada vez que piensas estas hablando muy bajito bro. Estas hackeado bro. Por un pinché manupilador. Cuidate tu espaldo por cameleones y tambien tor. Pero no te precupes ellos no pueden hacer nada. Sus amenazas son de cartón que ya 'sta bien mojada. Como todas las mujeres que llevo a mi cama. Oye pinche terry..... Como andas? Las mujeres de tu clika se parece unas changas. Pero en todos modas anqui tengo todas en unas tangas. Los Super Marijuanos el mas chingon de todo los bandas. Ya maté tu pinché panda. Tus ojos negras como panda. Y ya me al la deposito porque se acabo las chelas [Accapelah] Si caminas por centro hay un mensaje para ti. Escrito en las paredes No vistes el grafiti ? TERRY VETE A LA VER

In my lecture one day, amid the distractions,  Sat Bob and Jane, indulging in smartphone attractions.  The topic that day – reliable academic sources,  They swiped and tapped with unabated forces.  So engrossed they were in their digital addiction,  They missed the lesson on tentative language and its position.  "Now," the lecturer said, with a firm proclamation,  "Let's practice our reporting verbs, it’s the right direction."  Paraphrasing takes a lot of practice,  But Bob and Jane were lost in digital expanses.  They missed the lesson on integral citations,  Swiftly sliding further into tech-induced sedation.  Suddenly, the lecturer snapped, "And what's the introduction?  It's the 'What Why How', not an art of seduction!"  Clear topic sentences they were learning, with hope,  But our dear duo simply couldn’t cope.  Then came the time for paragraph hooks,  But their attention was far into Facebook nooks.  "Don’t overuse connectors," the teacher would state,  While our techy twosome sealed their fate.  Body language, eye contact, quite important you see,  But Bob and Jane were lost in a world of 'me, me, me'.  Now this tale ends, there's a moral to teach,  Engage with the class, and keep smartphones out of reach!

Verse 1: Yeah, I’m up late, stackin’ all this c***, Haters talkin’ big, but they’ll never outlast. In the fast lane, I’m never lookin’ back, Got my crew with me, and we stay on track. Ain’t no time for games, f*** the drama, Chasin’ every dream, I’m the f***in’ king, mama. Rollin’ in the whip, windows down low, Bass bumpin’ hard, feel the whole block glow. Chorus: We grind all night, never gonna s***, Countin’ all this paper, feelin’ like a b****. Hustle in my blood, can’t accept d***, Ain’t no stoppin’ us, we’ll always bring the heat. Verse 2: Late nights, bright lights, livin’ for the thrill, Pourin’ out the drinks, got the vibe so real. F*** the haters talkin’, let ‘em run their mf, We’re too busy winnin’, turnin’ heads in the crowd. Money on my mind, yeah, that’s the only goal, Climbin’ to the top, yeah, you already know. Flippin’ through the pages, writin’ my own f***, Livin’ for the moment, I ain’t here to wait. Chorus: We grind all night, never gonna s***, Countin’ all this paper, feelin’ like a b****. Hustle in my blood, can’t accept d***, Ain’t no stoppin’ us, we’ll always bring the heat. Bridge: So raise a glass, toast to the grind, Every late night, we’re one of a kind. No regrets, just lessons learned, In this game of life, watch the tables turn. Chorus: We grind all night, never gonna s***, Countin’ all this paper, feelin’ like a b****. Hustle in my blood, can’t accept d***, Ain’t no stoppin’ us, we’ll always bring the heat. Outro: Yeah, we’re livin’ large, no time for f***, Risin’ to the top, and we’re keepin’ it clear. So f*** what they say, we’ll keep doin’ us, Grind all night, in this life we trust. And all my n**s rollin’ deep, F the fake love, we don’t lose sleep.

[Verse] Stocking stuffers got me feelin' giddy, Santa sliding down the chimney, lookin' pretty gritty, Got the bass bumpin' through the whole damn city, Rudolph on the roof, ain't nothin' itty-bitty. [Chorus] Sleigh bells jinglin', bassline rumblin', Eggnog sippin', we ain't fumblin', Christmas lights twinklin', no more bumblin', Holiday cheer, got the whole squad humblin'. [Verse 2] Rockin' fresh kicks under the tree, Cookies and milk got milked, left glittery, Gingerbread men feelin' frisky, In a one-horse open crib, keep it brisk-y. [Chorus] Sleigh bells jinglin', bassline rumblin', Eggnog sippin', we ain't fumblin', Christmas lights twinklin', no more bumblin', Holiday cheer, got the whole squad humblin'. [Bridge] Elves in the workshop droppin' new beats, Naughty list? Nah, just rhyme elite, North Pole party, ain't no defeat, Snowflakes fallin’, rhythm hard to beat. [Verse 3] Reindeer game strong, playin' in the snow, Ho-ho-ho, got that lyrical flow, Wreaths on the door, vibes in the glow, Hip-hop holiday, yo, you already know.

**(Intro)** അങ്ങാടിയിൽ വന്നു, സ്നേഹം പറയാം, ഇന്നലും ഇന്നും, നമുക്ക് കഷണം ചിരിക്കും. **(Verse 1)** സ്നേഹത്തിന്‍റെ പാട്ട്, നമുക്ക് ചേർത്ത് പാടാം, കുറ്റങ്ങൾ ഒന്നുമില്ല, ഇത് നമുക്ക് ഒരു സ്നേഹം. സത്യം മാത്രം, സ്നേഹത്തിന്‍റെ കിടപ്പ്, കഷ്ടതകൾ വരില്ല, നാം എല്ലാം അപ്പച്ചൻ! **(Chorus)** നിങ്ങൾ എന്റെ കൂട്ടുകാരാണ്, കഷ്ടതയിൽ കൂടെ, സന്തോഷത്തിൽ കൂടെ, നമ്മൾ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു, ഒറ്റക്കല്ല, കൂടുകാരുടെ കൂടെ, എല്ലാം കഷ്ടതകൾ. **(Verse 2)** ഹാസ്യം, സന്തോഷം, എല്ലാം പങ്കുവയ്ക്കാം, കൂട്ടുകാരെക്കുറിച്ച്, ഞങ്ങൾ എല്ലാം പറഞ്ഞു. നിന്റെ കഷ്ടതയിൽ ഞാൻ, എനിക്ക് നിന്റെ കൂടെ, എന്നെ ചിരിപ്പിക്കാൻ, കൂട്ടായ്മക്കൊരു ഭേദം. **(Chorus)** നിങ്ങൾ എന്റെ കൂട്ടുകാരാണ്, കഷ്ടതയിൽ കൂടെ, സന്തോഷത്തിൽ കൂടെ, നമ്മൾ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു, ഒറ്റക്കല്ല, കൂടുകാരുടെ കൂടെ, എല്ലാം കഷ്ടതകൾ. **(Bridge)** നാം ഒരുമിച്ച് നിൽക്കും, എല്ലാം കൈയിൽ, സ്നേഹത്തിന്റെ ശക്തി, നാം കൈയ്യിൽ വെക്കാം. കൂട്ടുകാരുടെ കൂടെ, ഒരുമിച്ച്, ഇനി മുന്നോട്ട്, നാം ഒരുമിച്ചു കയറിയെ. **(Outro)** നമ്മുടെ ബന്ധം ശക്തമായിരിക്കട്ടെ, സ്നേഹത്തിന്‍റെ പാതയിൽ, നാം മുന്നോട്ട് നടക്കാം. കൂടുകാരുടെ കൂടെ, എല്ലാം സാധ്യമാണ്, അങ്ങാടിയിൽ വന്നു, സ്നേഹം നമുക്കു നാം.

[Verse] Crooked leaders runnin’ pockets like marathon, Siphon milli’s off to Swiss, singing a corrupt song. Nairobi street boys hustlin', whispers in the slums, Politicians eatin’ beef, we just gettin’ crumbs. [Verse 2] Government contracts, deals sealed with the cash slips, Driving Bentleys, flashy suits, yo they cash drips. While KIBERA struggles, kids drinkin' from the same tap, Money games in parliament, yeah it’s a dirty trap. [Chorus] Kenyan inferno, fire burnin' hot, Watchin’ from the sidelines, looters take the lot. Dollars in the briefcase, power in the plot, Kenyan inferno, can’t believe what we’ve got. [Bridge] Cronies gettin’ rich, payin’ no dues, Barricades on justice, payin’ bribes to cruise. Hustlers' dream shattered, while they sip and schmooze, Kenyan inferno, stitchin’ up the ruse. [Verse 3] Promises in election time, serve another bungle, Voters hope for change, but it’s just a jungle. Senators eat posho mill while masses scrimp and scrounge, Vision 2030, more like mirage to lounge. [Verse 4] NGOs pocket funding, aid money down the drain, Cops takin’ Ksh for freedom, yup it’s insane. Youth with diplomas sell veggies on the lane, Kenyan inferno, yeah we’re in the pain.

[Verse] Ночью город спит внимая шепот теней Я шагаю вдоль домов не чувствуя ногтей Пыль на моих кроссовках как трофеи боев Жизнь здесь словно фильм но мало кто готов [Verse 2] Битбокс улиц рвет воздух в клочья И каждый день чтоб выжить надо знать почерк В этих лабиринтах знай свою дорогу Не проверяй на прочность свои ноги [Chorus] Жизнь моя как рапсодия по нотам Смелость выше крыши но боюсь высоты Каждый путь к успеху это раны на спине Но в конце концов доходим до мечты [Verse 3] Стены наших дворов помнят смех и слезы Как будто вся душа на бетонных розах Мечты как гравий под ногами коркой Но мы не взлетим без пары своих "если" [Bridge] Я играю в эту шахматную партию с судьбой Каждое движение как последний бой Но времени хватит на еще один ход Этот мир полон неожиданностей и мы все вперед [Chorus] Жизнь моя как рапсодия по нотам Смелость выше крыши но боюсь высоты Каждый путь к успеху это раны на спине Но в конце концов доходим до мечты

गांव में घूमे, नाम है बड़ा, बदमाशी की बात, भाई हर तरफ खड़ा। सिर पे टोपी, मूंछों पे ताव, जो भी भिड़े हमसे, समझो गया काम। बदमाशी का चक्कर, देख ले भाई, हमसे पंगा लिया, तो पड़ेगी महंगी सजा। बदमाशी का चक्कर, ये है हमारा रंग, जिधर भी चलें हम, करें सबको दंग। गाड़ी पे सवार, चौड़े में घूमते, दुश्मन को देख, हमसे बच के रहते। स्ट्रैट चलती चाल, ना झुकने का काम, यारी में वफादार, लड़ाई में तूफान। बदमाशी का चक्कर, देख ले भाई, हमसे पंगा लिया, तो पड़ेगी महंगी सजा। बदमाशी का चक्कर, ये है हमारा रंग, जिधर भी चलें हम, करें सबको दंग। किसी के बाप से डरते नहीं हम, बदमाशी में रखते हैं दम। जो रोके रास्ता, उसे कर दें साफ, नाम है बड़ा, काम भी है लाजवाब! बदमाशी का चक्कर, देख ले भाई, हमसे पंगा लिया, तो पड़ेगी महंगी सजा। बदमाशी का चक्कर, ये है हमारा रंग, जिधर भी चलें हम, करें सबको दंग। बदमाशी में यारी, बदमाशी में शान, हर कोई बोले, यही है असली जान। जो चाहे पंगा, आए सामने, बदमाशी में हम, लाएंगे उसे थाने!