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**Verse 1:** You’re like the wind just passing by my way Leaving your scent, making my heart sway Memories fade, but they still remain Why can’t I seem to let go of your name? **Pre-chorus:** Lost in your eyes, so deep like the sea Every word you say, it’s messing with me Even though the past is far away My heart still longs for you every day **Chorus:** Oh baby, don’t you know? I’m still waiting though the years come and go Even if the world may change I’ll still love you just the same

If you want a diss track in Eminem's style, here’s "Mask" rewritten with his aggressive, intricate rhyme schemes, multisyllabic flows, and brutal metaphors. "MASK" – Eminem-Style Diss Track (Intro) "Yeah… I see you… hiding… Behind that fake sht… Behind that MASK…"* "Let’s rip it off…" (Verse 1) "Yo, you talk like a vet, but you move like a rookie, Actin’ like a killer, but your name’s never shook me, You a keyboard warrior, typin’ threats in a hoodie, But in real life, you the type to say, 'Please don’t push me!'" "Lyin’ in your rhymes, man, your catalog’s fiction, Whole career’s a gimmick, built on smoke and addiction, I'm surgical, precise with this verbal incision, You tryna mask your past, but the scars tell the difference!" (Hook) "Mask on, mask off, tell me what’s the truth? You a fraud, you a clown, you just playin’ in the booth, You a snake, you a fake, and we all see the proof, Pull the mask off, now the world sees you!" (Verse 2) "Oh, you a thug now? What happened to them pop hooks? Used to sing for streams, now you bangin’ in the block books? Talkin’ ’bout a life that you never even lived once, Actin’ like a shooter, but your clip got no prints, punk!" "I see the fear in your face when the pressure applies, Sweat drippin’ from your temple while you stretchin’ the lies, I ain't even gotta try, this like exercise, This a sparring match to me, but it's death in your eyes!" (Bridge) "See the mask fall, see the real you crumble, Built your whole rep like a castle in the jungle, Now the walls cave in, and the throne lookin’ crumbled, Career on a crash course, last stop: humble." (Verse 3 – Final Kill Shot) "I ain’t gotta name you, the fans do it for me, They screenshot the past, now your stories lookin’ corny, Every bar you spit is just a parody performance, You a one-hit wonder, I'm the book—you're a foreword! "Tried to hide the truth, but the mask ain't fittin’, Label bought your streams, so the plaques ain’t hittin’, I'm the wolf at the door, and the glass ain't tinted, You a peasant in a palace, playin’ king for a minute!" (Outro – Final Shot) "Yeah, mask off… Now what? Thought you was a GOAT? More like a prop… Next time you speak my name, make sure you got facts… Or keep that mask on, ‘cause you ain’t built for combat." This track has Eminem's signature aggression, intricate rhyme schemes, and brutal imagery. Let me know if you want it even more disrespectful or specific to a certain rapper!

If you want a diss track in Eminem's style, here’s "Mask" rewritten with his aggressive, intricate rhyme schemes, multisyllabic flows, and brutal metaphors. "MASK" – Eminem-Style Diss Track (Intro) "Yeah… I see you… hiding… Behind that fake sht… Behind that MASK…"* "Let’s rip it off…" (Verse 1) "Yo, you talk like a vet, but you move like a rookie, Actin’ like a killer, but your name’s never shook me, You a keyboard warrior, typin’ threats in a hoodie, But in real life, you the type to say, 'Please don’t push me!'" "Lyin’ in your rhymes, man, your catalog’s fiction, Whole career’s a gimmick, built on smoke and addiction, I'm surgical, precise with this verbal incision, You tryna mask your past, but the scars tell the difference!" (Hook) "Mask on, mask off, tell me what’s the truth? You a fraud, you a clown, you just playin’ in the booth, You a snake, you a fake, and we all see the proof, Pull the mask off, now the world sees you!" (Verse 2) "Oh, you a thug now? What happened to them pop hooks? Used to sing for streams, now you bangin’ in the block books? Talkin’ ’bout a life that you never even lived once, Actin’ like a shooter, but your clip got no prints, punk!" "I see the fear in your face when the pressure applies, Sweat drippin’ from your temple while you stretchin’ the lies, I ain't even gotta try, this like exercise, This a sparring match to me, but it's death in your eyes!" (Bridge) "See the mask fall, see the real you crumble, Built your whole rep like a castle in the jungle, Now the walls cave in, and the throne lookin’ crumbled, Career on a crash course, last stop: humble." (Verse 3 – Final Kill Shot) "I ain’t gotta name you, the fans do it for me, They screenshot the past, now your stories lookin’ corny, Every bar you spit is just a parody performance, You a one-hit wonder, I'm the book—you're a foreword! "Tried to hide the truth, but the mask ain't fittin’, Label bought your streams, so the plaques ain’t hittin’, I'm the wolf at the door, and the glass ain't tinted, You a peasant in a palace, playin’ king for a minute!" (Outro – Final Shot) "Yeah, mask off… Now what? Thought you was a GOAT? More like a prop… Next time you speak my name, make sure you got facts… Or keep that mask on, ‘cause you ain’t built for combat." This track has Eminem's signature aggression, intricate rhyme schemes, and brutal imagery. Let me know if you want it even more disrespectful or specific to a certain rapper!

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[Verse 1] (Talking drum intro, synth bass rumbles) Before, my life na like Balablu—confusion full ground! Juju dey knack me, trouble dey write my story… But wait! Jesus show face like Omo Baba Olowo, carry hammer— “Wetin? You dey fear? I don win the war for Golgotha!” [Pre-Chorus] (Shakers escalate, backup chants) No be small grace o! Devil dey yab me, but I dey waka like Buga! Shame don pàdé exit, grace don write my name— Jesus na my Oga Patapata for dis game! [Chorus] (Brass explosions, talking drum frenzy) Victory! No shaking! Jesus carry cup, He pour am for my head-top! Hellfire dey wuruwuru, but I dey flex for Yah! Na who born devil? My Papa get shakara pass! Victory! No shaking! From Calvary to Lagos, na same Blood dey reign! [Verse 2] (Electric guitar wah-wah, synth stabs) Anxiety dey DM me: “You sure say you win?” I reply am with holy gbas-gbos: “Bro, check my King’s CV!” Grace dey shakara like Burna for stage— Devil dey kolewerk, my Jesus dey kpakata his head! [Bridge] (Call-&-response with backup crew) Lead: Who dey win? Crew: Jesus dey win! Lead: Who dey reign? Crew: Alpha dey reign! Lead: Wetin dey happen? Crew: Devil don colo! All: Jesus na G.O.A.T—no come argue! [Outro] (Full band jam, street-style chants) If dem dey ask: “Why you dey dance like say you win lotto?” Tell dem say: “Jesus don give me VIP for His mansion!” No be luck, na GRACE! No be shakara, na TRUTH! Victory no get expiry—na FOREVER dey burst! (Fade out with talking drum rolls & shouts of “No shaking! Ah-yeah!”)

Yo tucker, you step up, but you ain't got the luck
Talkin' like you’re tough, last relationship was rough
You think you’re poppin', but you’re really just boping, date these ugly girls and they’re still cheating
Fake as the chain you wear, that’s part of your deal.
I’m spittin' fire, you just playin' pretend,
Talk big, but we all know how this’ll end,
You out here flexin', but you just a trend,
I'm the real deal, homie, I'm the one they recommend and that’s the end 
Tucker You ain't built for this, can't take the heat,
You talk a lot of mess, but you can't compete,
a beat ,I'm risin' while you stuck on repeat,
Keep talkin’ trash, but your just weak 
Your weak, man scared to death, and scared to look, you shook, you ain’t a crook son it’s just a shook one
Claimin' you the best, but you ain't even close saying stuff about the girls Tucker you, Finna get put in a swirl ,you can put a whole army against my team and i can guarantee it’ll be your very last time breathin,
I’m the king here, and you just failing class
I’m livin' large while you stuck in the past,
You flippin' your words, but it’s losin' its sass
I'm steady climbin', man, you ain’t movin' too fast,
Keep that weak talk, it’ll never last. 
Tucker You ain't built for this, can't take the heat,
You talk a lot of mess, but you can't compete,
I'm risin' while you stuck on repeat,
Keep talkin’ trash, but you’re just weak. 
Keep tryin', but you still won't shine,
I'm takin' over, it's my time to climb,
You out here frontin', thinkin' you divine,
But your game’s weak, girlfriends cheat and your style's out of line. 
So step back, lil homie, you should know your place,
You can’t touch this, can't keep up the pace,
Keep runnin' your mouth, but I’m in first place,
And this diss track? Yeah, it’s just my case. Don’t mess with the crust.

[Zwrotka] Wojna liryczna, ; Metafizyczna, Ma Armia Wieszcza co rymy dopieszcza, buduje. Słowa jak kule, świstają za uchem, za chwilę ogłuchniesz. Wersy jak broń, W tej wojnie, ubojnie to plan mój na front. Zjadam swych wrogów aż po horyzont. Choć armia twa większa - ja nie wymiękam, Jedzenia po bitwie zostanie na rok. [Instrumental drop] [Zwrotka] Nadlatuje smok! . Wnet ognista fala, twą armię powala, w czerwieni skąpana, armia przegrana, tonąca w oparach siarki i palonego ciała.. Zza zwęglonych stosów, twych marnych patosów, unosi się flaga biała.. w rękach trafionego generała. Krwawa wojna już nastała, Więc strzelam nadal, widzę jak padasz, jak krwią się zalewasz, a ja mam dylemat.. Stracić cię teraz? Nieee... Tortury wybieram. [Deep instrumental solo] [Bridge] Odslaniam Ci twarz, Szum, pisk i trzask - wrzask! Zmętniały obraz zapewnił Ci gaz, dziury w kończynach natomiast kwas. Grymas twej twarzy raduje nas. Widać już brzask. Ciało wyrzucić możecie w las. [Outro] Ma Armia Wieszcza zamieszcza na piersiach Symbol nadejścia nowego królestwa - grecka delta. W liryce, epice, nawet w dramacie, Równać nie możesz się z nami bracie. My siła, potęga, wy pchły i prosięta, Klękać! Bo skonacie jak zwierzęta.

Anthem of Grace (Gen Z Version) Verse 1 At the cross, love broke through, Jesus took my shame, made me new, He paid it all, nothing left to do, His work is done, and it’s true. Chorus Grace is my song, I’ll shout it out, Jesus won, no room for doubt, From the cross to the empty tomb, His love is my forever tune. Verse 2 I was stuck, couldn’t measure up, But Jesus drank the bitter cup, He lived perfect, took my place, Now I’m blessed by His grace. Chorus Grace is my song, I’ll shout it out, Jesus won, no room for doubt, From the cross to the empty tomb, His love is my forever tune. Verse 3 The tomb is empty, He’s alive, Death couldn’t hold Him, He survived, He’s the King, forever reigns, My heart sings His praises, no chains. Bridge Jesus, You’re worthy, You paid it all, Your name is holy, You stand tall, Sin is done, You set us free, Your love’s the greatest victory. Chorus Grace is my song, I’ll shout it out, Jesus won, no room for doubt, From the cross to the empty tomb, His love is my forever tune. Outro I’ll keep singing, I’ll keep believing, Redeemed by His love, I’m receiving, Grace is my story, Jesus my King, Forever and always, His praise I’ll sing.

(Verse 1) Yo, Reagan, queen, you a whole damn vibe, Got me feelin’ like a king, I’m ready to ride. You older, but I’m the one that’s flexin’, Got my heart on blast, ain’t no second-guessin’. (Chorus) Reagan, baby, you my number one thrill, Age ain’t shit, I’m just keepin’ it real. Bitches talk trash, but they don’t know the deal, Love you like a motherfucker, that’s the real feel. (Verse 2) You ballin’ with finesse, got that grown woman style, While I'm young and reckless, but I’m stackin’ my miles. Thugs envy me, they don’t know what I got, A fire in my heart, you the queen of my spot. (Chorus) Reagan, baby, you my number one thrill, Age ain’t shit, I’m just keepin’ it real. Bitches talk trash, but they don’t know the deal, Love you like a motherfucker, that’s the real feel. (Bridge) Damn, girl, when you step in the room, Got these niggas actin’ like they’re watchin’ a bloom. I’m a young savage, but I’m ready to fight, For a chance with you, I’ll be up all night. (Verse 3) Yeah, I’m thugged out, but my heart’s on the line, With you by my side, everything’s divine. Age is just a number, we can break the mold, With you, I’ll be ballin’, let the world behold. (Chorus) Reagan, baby, you my number one thrill, Age ain’t shit, I’m just keepin’ it real. Bitches talk trash, but they don’t know the deal, Love you like a motherfucker, that’s the real feel. (Outro) So here’s to us, let’s raise a toast, To the girl named Reagan, I love the most. Ain’t no clock stoppin’, we ready to shine, Forever in this game, baby, you’re mine.

It was supposed to be Me and you Dinner for two But it was all déjà vu You had plans to be Right next to me Under the tree Where you belong Eres mi amor enviado desde arriba Pero el destino nos jugó una trampa Promesas rotas, palabras vacías Y ahora sólo quedan melodías Now I’m sitting here, all alone Staring at my phone, but you ain’t calling home Was it real, or was it just a dream? You and me were never meant to be Late night drives, city lights Holding hands, saying we’d be alright But now I’m lost in a memory A love that’s just too far to reach Dime por qué te fuiste así Sin despedirte, sin un “I miss you” for me Now I’m left with all these scars Wishing you were still in my arms