Reagan Trump Freedom

[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

Social Media Shuffle (Freaky Friday Remix) (Verse 1) Woke up this mornin', phone in my hand Scrollin' through the feed, understandin' the plan Economy's crashin', politicians in a bind Social media's buzzin', leavin' minds behind (Pre-Chorus) Fake news spreadin', like wildfire in the night Opinions clashin', truth lost in the fight Algorithms controlin', what we see and hear Reality's distorted, year after year (Chorus) Social media shuffle, switchin' up the game Economy's tumblin', ain't nothin' the same Politics in chaos, truth's a distant dream Social media shuffle, it's a dangerous scheme (Verse 2) Influencers preachin', buyin' and sellin' dreams While real jobs disappear, it's a twisted scene Clickbait headlines, grabbin' our attention Lost in the algorithm, no real connection (Pre-Chorus) Fake news spreadin', like wildfire in the night Opinions clashin', truth lost in the fight Algorithms controlin', what we see and hear Reality's distorted, year after year (Chorus) Social media shuffle, switchin' up the game Economy's tumblin', ain't nothin' the same Politics in chaos, truth's a distant dream Social media shuffle, it's a dangerous scheme (Bridge) Gotta break the cycle, gotta find our way Back to real connection, a brighter day Put down the phones, step outside and see The world's a beautiful place, for you and me (Chorus) Social media shuffle, switchin' up the game Economy's tumblin', ain't nothin' the same Politics in chaos, truth's a distant dream Social media shuffle, it's a dangerous scheme (Outro) But we can change it, we can make it right With conscious choices, and a brighter light Social media shuffle, gotta find the beat To a future where truth and justice meet.

[Verse] Neon signs and late night chatter Lost my love and it don’t matter Heartbeat echo through the street This city rhythm skips a beat [Verse 2] Midnight whispers in the air Spinning records take me there Electric pulses in my vein Dancing shadows ease my pain [Chorus] City lights they shine so bright Breaking through the endless night Rhythms bumping lost in groove Find the beat and start to move [Verse 3] Passing strangers in the fog Echo tales of lost and smog Broken hearts and shattered dreams Underneath these city beams [Bridge] Caught up in this urban maze Searching for a brand new craze Electric love and neon fire Burn it down with my desire [Chorus] City lights they shine so bright Breaking through the endless night Rhythms bumping lost in groove Find the beat and start to move

Yo Daniel, Time for some Child Hunting Lets go find Some Little Kids, Perfect size for punting. I Catfished a 12 year old, said my name was dan, When I Finally met her I said "Get in the fucking van" I got some candy in my basement, Or so the kids are told. Only for them to find out little dan's 36 years old. I'm gonna have some fun tonight, Ima go all the way through. I don't care if their parents show up, Ima diddle them too. From ages 2 Straight up to 14 That is my crews motto. If them Kids try and run they gonna get the 2 way combo. Shake it little missy, till it Falls off, Then Putt it down your throat till you have a 3 day cough. Child Hunting is just our game. We do it so much the news gave us a name. On a daily we catch fifty and that's the size of a bus. We be doing so well that diddy invited us.

(Verse 1) Yo, I’m back from the grave, and I’m speakin' my mind, Time to set it straight, been too long in rewind, Diddy, you a puppet, playin' games for the fame, You ain’t built for this, just a clown in the game. Talkin' ‘bout Big, but you stabbed him in the back, Smilin’ in his face while you plotted your attack, You was never 'bout the music, just the dollar signs, Took the culture, flipped it, now it’s stuck in decline. I was ridin’ for the people, you was ridin’ for yourself, You sold out the art, stackin' money on a shelf, Tryna act tough, but you soft to the core, You ain't a real boss, just a corporate whore. (Chorus) Diddy, you fake, man, I’m callin’ you out, All that talk, but we know what you about, You ain’t built for this, you ain’t never been real, Now you runnin’ the game, but you ain’t got no skill. (Verse 2) Back in the '90s, you was runnin’ with fear, Hidin’ in the shadows while we kept it sincere, I stood for the truth, you just followed the trend, Actin' like a king, but you pretend to be men. You was playin’ dress-up, we was out in the field, Fightin' for the struggle, yeah, we stayed real, You danced for the suits, while we bled in the booth, Now the culture’s in pieces, and I’m speakin' the truth. Take a look at yourself, you a sellout in disguise, Talkin' ‘bout the streets but never lived those lies, I was fightin' for a cause, you was fightin' for a check, Now the game’s all wrecked, and it’s you I suspect. (Chorus) Diddy, you fake, man, I’m callin’ you out, All that talk, but we know what you about, You ain’t built for this, you ain’t never been real, Now you runnin’ the game, but you ain’t got no skill. (Verse 3) Remember "All About the Benjamins"? You showed your true face, It’s always ‘bout the money, never ‘bout the race, Never ‘bout the struggle, never ‘bout the pain, Just a hustler in the system, sold your soul for the gain. Claimin’ you a mogul, but you ain’t got the heart, I was preachin’ revolution, you was tryna chart, You fed off our culture, turned it into a brand, But you never had the love, just the greed in your hands. You could never walk a mile in my shoes, While I was fightin' for change, you was payin' dues, To the white-collar masters, you a pawn in their game, Diddy, you ain't real, just a man with no name. (Chorus) Diddy, you fake, man, I’m callin’ you out, All that talk, but we know what you about, You ain’t built for this, you ain’t never been real, Now you runnin’ the game, but you ain’t got no skill. (Bridge) Yeah, you made millions, but what’s that worth? When you sold out the soul of the culture, the earth? You never stood tall, you never fought for the block, While we was out here dyin’, you was punchin’ the clock. You ain't a leader, just a face on a suit, You forgot the roots, forgot the youth, Now it’s all fashion shows, no truth in the bars, But real recognize real, and you ain’t got no scars. (Chorus) Diddy, you fake, man, I’m callin’ you out, All that talk, but we know w

(Verse 1) I was born in the struggle, 1971, Moms fought the battle, I was her only son, In the streets, it was raw, I had to grow fast, From a boy to a man, I knew the pain wouldn’t pass. From Harlem to Oakland, I rose through the ranks, Poverty and pain, but I give thanks, For the lessons learned, the nights I survived, In this cold world, I had to stay alive. Had a vision for change, my pen had a voice, But the system locked us down, left me no choice, So I wrote for the soldiers who felt the same pain, Every verse was a cry, from a world full of chains. (Chorus) Now I'm lookin' at the game, where did we go wrong? They glorify the money, forgot about the song. Rappers sellin' souls, for fame and a chain, This ain't what we built, now it’s just a stain. (Verse 2) Fast forward, I'm older, lookin' back at my youth, Had to fight to stay real, had to speak the truth, Now these young cats lost, chasin’ after clout, Flippin' words, but they don’t know what it’s about. I was fightin' for the people, standin’ for the cause, Now it’s just beats, no meaning, no laws, No heart, no passion, just material dreams, But freedom ain’t bought, it’s written in the seams. I look at my kids, wonder what they’ll see, Will they know what it means to live free? Will they hear my songs, and feel what I gave? Or will they drown in this new wave, a culture enslaved? (Chorus) Now I'm lookin' at the game, where did we go wrong? They glorify the money, forgot about the song. Rappers sellin' souls, for fame and a chain, This ain't what we built, now it’s just a stain. (Bridge) I bled for the truth, died for the cause, But now it's just gimmicks and Instagram applause, Where’s the soul? Where’s the fight in the bars? They ain’t talkin’ ‘bout life, they just reachin' for stars. I did this for the people, for the kids in the streets, Now they do it for the clicks, man, they lost the beat, Ain’t no revolution, just a fashion show, What happened to the message I tried to let flow? (Chorus) Now I'm lookin' at the game, where did we go wrong? They glorify the money, forgot about the song. Rappers sellin' souls, for fame and a chain, This ain't what we built, now it’s just a stain. (Outro) I ain't sayin' it’s over, but we need to rewind, Take it back to the essence, to free the mind, Hip-hop was power, a voice for the lost, Now it’s caught up in lies, and we pay the cost. So if you hear me now, know my spirit lives on, I’m Pac, still thuggin’, still strong, But I’m watchin' with tears, from wherever I rest, Hoping one day, the game will remember the best.

I just shat in my grandma's Microwave what an awesome prank and when she opened it, It really really really stank. She came up to me and asked what the fuck happened. By the time she saw it, The shit had fully blackened. My Grandpa, Uncle, Aunt and Father are all just trying to get freaky. Meanwhile my neighbor is touching me and trying to be sneaky. Come and meet Gary McPeen He's a registered offender. He'll show up, Slap that ass and call you "Big boy tender" It's a Neighborhood Freak off Up in this Town Nobody can stop me where I Jerk, Always doing it in Playgrounds. If She's Six, Grab the stick, If She's four Give me more, If she's Three, She's for me. I Feel Like Everywhere I go I see a Party made for diddy, They be sniffing up and sucking down all 10 of them kiddies. It's a Neighborhood Freak off Up in this Town Nobody can stop me where I Jerk, Always doing it in Playgrounds.

(Verse 1) Hit the streets, feel the beat, City lights flashing, can’t take a seat. Skateboard rolling, wind in my hair, We’re chasing dreams, no time to spare. (Verse 2) Got my crew, we’re ready to roll, From the rooftops, we’re on a stroll. Graffiti walls telling our tale, Living loud, we’ll never fail. (Chorus) So crank it up, let the speakers boom, In this urban jungle, we’re lighting the room. With every step, we’re breaking the mold, Rock and hip-hop, we’re brave and bold. (Verse 3) Bass drops heavy, hearts in sync, Rhymes flow smooth, just stop and think. Life’s a ride, let’s take the chance, With every heartbeat, we’ll make it dance. (Verse 4) So raise your voice, let the world hear, In this moment, there’s nothing to fear. We’re the future, watch us rise, In this city vibe, we’ll claim the prize.

Chorus: Mi granny tun superstar, yuh neva know She a bruk out pon di dancefloor like a pro Mi seh look how she move, look how she go Granny ah mash up di place inna di show! Verse 1: Granny seh she wan' fi learn fi bruk di wine Mi seh "Granny, yuh sure? Yuh cyaan cross di line!" She seh "Pickney, hush yuh mout', mi still young!" Next ting mi see, granny pon stage, an' she a flung She tek di mic, seh "Bam bam," she a sing Crowd ah cheer loud, dem gwaan like she king Mi start fi laugh, mi cyaan believe mi eyes Granny buss a split and di crowd start rise! Chorus: Mi granny tun superstar, yuh neva know She a bruk out pon di dancefloor like a pro Mi seh look how she move, look how she go Granny ah mash up di place inna di show! Verse 2: Di DJ seh, “Who fi compete wid Granny?” Mi uncle run out wid him big belly Him start fi move, but him slip pon him toe Di whole dance laugh, him roll like domino Granny seh, "Watch yah now, mi too slick!" She tek a likkle sip from har tea cup quick Den she back it up pon di stage like a star Mi granny badder dan di whole dancehall par! Bridge: Granny a champion, she cyaan stop spin Dancehall Queen fi di night, she win Big up di elder, she full a pure style Next ting mi know, she a bus new profile Chorus: Mi granny tun superstar, yuh neva know She a bruk out pon di dancefloor like a pro Mi seh look how she move, look how she go Granny ah mash up di place inna di show! Outro: Now mi granny ah trend, dem a call har name Every dance she go, Granny a claim fame She seh, "Youth, remember, age just a numbah!" Mi seh, "Granny, yuh bad! Mi cyaan blunda!"

(Verse 1) Yo, under street lights, I find my game, In this life, man, it ain't the same. Rhymes on my mind, beats in my veins, Rollin' through the city, ain't feelin' no pains. (Chorus) I'm cruisin' on the rhythm, feelin' free, Through the hustle, it's just you and me. Every move, every groove, I'm steady in my shoes, got nothin' to lose. (Verse 2) City sounds blend, beats collide, On this journey, got my crew by my side. Lost in the vibe, but I'm found in the flow, In this moment, I'm ready to glow. (Chorus) I'm cruisin' on the rhythm, feelin' free, Through the hustle, it's just you and me. Every move, every groove, I'm steady in my shoes, got nothin' to lose. (Bridge) Stars in the night, they show the way, Through the grind and the fray. Fear no challenge, fear no grind, In this rhythm, love's intertwined. (Outro) So here's to the nights, chasin' dreams, To the beats, life's in full stream. Together we rise, together we ball, In this life, we conquer it all.

met this hot chick at the party though she said she was retarded yeah said her clitarus could contract like the digestive track so of course i was sold on that so i took her in the back of my garbage truck bitch prolly thought we was gonna fuck till i close her in the truck i first think what a stroke of luck after i drive right off a cliff

So i met this chick at the party She said she was retarted Said her clitarus could contract like the autodidact