RED BRICK WALL

[Verse] Back streets humming, heart's an engine revving, Clock ticks slow, but the grind stay pressing. I'm chef in the kitchen, got the heat, no stressin’, Stew pots boiling, my dreams manifesting. [Chorus] Off my lane, I’m swerving past doubt, Voices in my brain screaming, “Find your route!” Wear a crown made from sweat and pain, Out the mud, I’m rising, breaking every chain. [Verse] Eyes sharp, hawk vision on the come-up move, Every scar on my skin is a battle groove. Story wrote in the dirt, this is wisdom proof, Built from ashes, phoenix feather in my booth. [Bridge] Hold up; clocks ain’t loyal, they never stop. Minutes slip fingers like change at the shop. Don't fold, don’t bend when it’s getting hot; Pressure makes the gem that they all forgot. [Chorus] Off my lane, I’m swerving past doubt, Voices in my brain screaming, “Find your route!” Wear a crown made from sweat and pain, Out the mud, I’m rising, breaking every chain. [Verse] Talk slick? I’m the oil in the pen that glides, Word alchemy, flip thoughts, and collide. Game’s a deck, I shuffle through where the truth lies, Stack my aces, back pocket where my truth flies.

**Verse 1** Yo, step into the ring, it’s a battle of the mind, Hate’s a heavy weight, but I’m ready to unwind, Bullies in the shadows, think they got the power, But I’m rising up strong, like a blooming flower. Words like daggers, they cut so deep, But I’m building my armor, no time for defeat. You throw your shade, but I’m shining bright, Got my crew beside me, we’re ready for the fight. **Chorus** Hate and bullies, they can’t break me, I’m rising up, can’t you see? Fast like a bullet, I’m dodging the pain, Turning the hate into fuel for my gain. **Verse 2** Look in the mirror, see the scars I wear, But I’m not defined by the weight of despair. You think you’re tough, hiding behind your screen, But I’m spitting truth, you know what I mean? Words are my weapons, I’m armed with my voice, In a world full of noise, I’m making my choice. No more silence, I’m breaking the chains, Together we’ll rise, let’s dance in the rain. **Chorus** Hate and bullies, they can’t break me, I’m rising up, can’t you see? Fast like a bullet, I’m dodging the pain, Turning the hate into fuel for my gain. **Bridge** Yo, we’re stronger together, united we stand, No room for the hate, we’re taking a stand. Lift each other up, let the love overflow, In a world full of darkness, let our kindness glow. **Verse 3** So here’s the message, loud and clear, Hate can’t win when we’re spreading cheer. Bullies gonna bully, but they can’t hold me down, I’m the king of my castle, I’m wearing my crown. Fast-paced life, but I’m taking it slow, Building up my crew, let the good vibes flow. So if you’re feeling lost, just know you’re not alone, We’ll rise from the ashes, together we’ve grown. **Chorus** Hate and bullies, they can’t break me, I’m rising up, can’t you see? Fast like a bullet, I’m dodging the pain, Turning the hate into fuel for my gain. **Outro** So let’s flip the script, make the hate disappear, With love in our hearts, we’ll conquer the fear. Fast on this journey, we’re chasing the light, Together we’ll shine, yeah, we’re ready to fight!

I’m dead, took the trash out, now I’m in the county dump, You never noticed when I was dying, just a body to lump, The delivery man passed by, blind to my fate, Now I’m buried in the waste, forgotten too late. You never noticed I was dead by your front door, It took Will and Wes to see me, but you never swore, (will and wes found me dead) (will and wes found me dead) Now I’m rotting in the dump, cold and alone, You never cared, now I’m gone, turned to stone. Your front door bush seemed the safest place, To die, and what type of inhuman race. That left me to wither, didn’t even glance, Now I’m lost in the trash, no final chance. You never noticed I was dead by your front door, It took Will and Wes to see me, but you never swore, Now I’m rotting in the dump, cold and alone, You never cared, now I’m gone, turned to stone. (my response) Bro I didn't know you were dying by my front door. I also never knew my ex wife was a cheating whore. So understand that you can have wives, but it's better if you have 9 lives Guess you got the limit bro. Love you brotha and fuck the ho.

[Verse 1] SBAC time, yo, ready, set, grind Sharpen up your pencils, it's your moment to shine Rested brain, no stress, fuel up, it's prime Notes in the mental, it’s your proving time [Chorus] We rise, we thrive, we conquer the test Eat right, sleep tight, you’ll bring your best Knowledge in the backpack, study’s been blessed Show the world your skills, stand out from the rest [Verse 2] Breakfast on deck, keep the focus intact No panic, no sweat, got the brain to react Equations, essays, reflections abstract Built for the challenge, confidence stacked [Chorus] We rise, we thrive, we conquer the test Eat right, sleep tight, you’ll bring your best Knowledge in the backpack, study’s been blessed Show the world your skills, stand out from the rest [Bridge] Clock ticking, but we don’t fade or fumble Mind steady, answers flow, no stumble It’s a jungle, but you’re a lion, loud rumble Bounce back strong if the questions try to humble [Chorus] We rise, we thrive, we conquer the test Eat right, sleep tight, you’ll bring your best Knowledge in the backpack, study’s been blessed Show the world your skills, stand out from the rest

[Verse] Cornfields crown, steel mills flexin’ their might Smokestacks puff, dark Midwest night Rust belt gold, a skyline of grime and toil Coal dust diamonds, dirt churned into royal [Verse 2] Factories hum, the blue collars chant Granny in the kitchen, grease spatters on her pant Trucks bump bass, flatlands stretching wide Tornadoes twist but can't shake Midwest pride [Chorus] Midwest anthem, corn-fed kings Heartland hustle, the struggle it sings Steel-toe dreams, boots knocking on fate Grimy hands build up the Great Lakes state [Bridge] Calves so big, they could plow the frost Hay bales stack where the silence is lost Red barns stand like sentinels proud Midwest whispers under thunderclouds [Verse 3] Riverbeds carve veins through rock and heart Gas station coffee fuels a world torn apart Soybean sunsets soak bruised skies undone Grain elevator shadows chase down the sun [Chorus] Midwest anthem, corn-fed kings Heartland hustle, the struggle it sings Steel-toe dreams, boots knocking on fate Grimy hands build up the Great Lakes state

[Verse] Grandma Deb in the whip, cruise steady grip, Jetmore dust kickin’ off her dusty trip. Kansas plains rollin’, hay bales on the side, She’s got a thermos of tea, it’s a grandma joyride. [Verse 2] Highway stretch, sky big as her heart, Ain’t no GPS, she navigates by art. Moon pies on the seat, shades guarding her stare, Jetmore to Newcastle, wind tanglin' her hair. [Chorus] Vroom goes the Camry, soul full of speed, Foot touches gas, fulfillin’ the need. Stretch from Kansas flat to Okie red clay, Grandma Deb on the road, can't nobody stay in her way. [Verse 3] Passing farmers in caps, tractors in line, Waving at Deb as she waves back, fine. Closin’ miles like stitches on a quilt she sews, Oklahoma signs flash as the journey flows. [Bridge] "Watch out slow-pokes, here come the queen, Cornfields to highways, you know what I mean!" She’s got a playlist full of golden grooves, Classic to modern—got them old folks' moves. [Chorus] Vroom goes the Camry, soul full of speed, Foot touches gas, fulfillin’ the need. Stretch from Kansas flat to Okie red clay, Grandma Deb on the road, can't nobody stay in her way.

[Verse] Pen scribble hieroglyphs, pyramids on graph sheets, Schemin' up a plot thicker than grandma's feast. Gold on my riddles, flow sharper than thistle, Enemies scatter, blown away like missile. [Chorus] Chasin' dreams through the fog, climbin' mountaintop, Chain swing heavy, tickin' loud like a rooftop clock. Eyes on the prize, no detours, no stop, Cites rise to my cadence, I make the world rock. [Verse] Streetlight philosopher, words paint vivid canvas, Splittin’ atoms with rhymes, leave your mind in madness. Digest wisdom, heavier than grandma's locket, Every line's ignition, sparks fly like sockets. [Bridge] Night draped in shadows, heartbeats blend with sirens, Concrete choir singing tales of defiance. Underdog anthem, penned with burning desire, Knew I'd take it higher; now I'm dancing in fire. [Verse] Jukebox rebel, shatter norms with syllable weaponry, Microphone cipher thicker than old century pedigrees. Villain cape on, flippin' winds in dark room, Pen crafting destiny, each bar spells doom. [Outro] Laid bricks with verse, skyscrapers I be buildin', Legendary footsteps where echoes ain't yieldin'. Streetborn poet, legacy etched in ceilings, Runnin' through time, immortal’s kinda feelin'.

[Куплет 1] Как я тут оказался? Не помню сам, Снова сижу на диване, пропитываясь дымком и жратвой пополам. Каждый вечер одно и то же – старый маршрут, Тут кухня как пытка, но выхода нет, и я снова иду. (Еда) Курица – подошва, мясо – уголь, Картошка такая, что лучше бы с голоду сдохнуть. Но выбора нет, а желудок не ждёт, Пережаренный кошмар лезет в глотку вперёд. [Припев] Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где пропахнешь, будто сгорел, но тут нормальный вайб. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где без Ашота кальян – это просто тлен и крах. [Куплет 2] Диван у кухни – мой самый страшный враг, Сел на час, но домой понесёшь на себе этот ад. Запах горелого масла и тухлого мяса, Теперь твоя куртка – их главный экспонат. (Кальян) Если Ашота нет – ты попал, друг, Тут кальян без него – как хардкор без рук. Тлеет табак, будто он умер в агонии, Ты тянешь, но чувствуешь только разочарование. [Припев] Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где кальян без Ашота – это боли и крах. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где нет выбора, и ты снова сидишь как дурак. [Куплет 3] Курю много, не могу это бросить, Привычка сильнее, чем желание сбросить. Вроде бы мог бы пойти куда-то, Но только тут удобный стол – вот и расплата. (Брат, это тупик…) Выбор? Нет! Меню? Ад! Зачем я тут? Но опять подряд! Говорю себе: «Ну, может, в последний раз», Но завтра снова тут – в O.G. Lounge Paradise… [Припев] (x2) Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где еда – это боль, а дым – твой второй рай. Мы живём в O.G. Lounge Paradise, Где столы решают всё, и ты снова тут, знай.

[Verse] Да я искал ответ в этой мгле Гребу как угорелый будто на весле Есть миллион проблем но я их не боюсь Ведь каждый мой шаг — это мой союз [Chorus] Мы просто забиваем весь день на грусть Никогда не сдаемся - в этом наш вкус Вперед к вершинам вновь и вновь Жизнь — это битва но в нас живет огонь [Verse 2] Все стены расшибу я головой Но сделай шаг обратно — это мой прибой Терпенье и труд ломают брони Бори себя чтобы быть королем на троне [Chorus] Мы просто забиваем весь день на грусть Никогда не сдаемся - в этом наш вкус Вперед к вершинам вновь и вновь Жизнь — это битва но в нас живет огонь [Bridge] Падения лишь учат как взлетать Терпите - нас не сможет сломать И пусть весь мир вокруг горит как костер В своих мечтах мы будем молнии и гром [Chorus] Мы просто забиваем весь день на грусть Никогда не сдаемся - в этом наш вкус Вперед к вершинам вновь и вновь Жизнь — это битва но в нас живет огонь

In Alland geboren, ein massiver Brocken, Leon Hesseling rollt durch die Straßen wie Socken. HTL St. Pölten, am Laptop verschanzt, Doch wenn’s ums Bewegen geht? Da wird nur gepflanzt. Sein Hund Teddy? Der schläft die meiste Zeit, Weil Herrchen beim Gehen nicht wirklich gescheit. Mit Mama Angelika und Papa Volker im Haus, Da gibt’s Schnitzel und Torten – er haut alles raus. Leon lebt sein Leben, so wie er's mag, Mit Essen und Zocken, Tag für Tag. Gangl, Jilch, Singer und Kainzbauer, Rauchenberger, Plasek – die stehn halt auf Dauer. Er liebt gutes Essen, das geht nie daneben, Ein Döner zum Frühstück? Ja, so kann man leben. Mit Chips auf dem Bauch und Burger zur Hand, Wird die Couch zum Thron im Pizza-Land. Nach der Schule geht’s gleich zum PC, In "ARK" wird gezockt – Bewegung? Nee! Dinos zähmen, die Tastatur kracht, Während Leon sich Chips in die Backen macht. Mit Cola und Keksen liegt er bequem, Sein Bauch ein Tablett – das ist sein System. Wenn’s Treppen gibt, wird’s richtig schwer, Denn Leon schnauft schon beim Aufzug her. Leon lebt sein Leben, so wie er's mag, Mit Essen und Zocken, Tag für Tag. Gangl, Jilch, Singer und Kainzbauer, Rauchenberger, Plasek – die stehn halt auf Dauer. Er liebt gutes Essen, das geht nie daneben, Ein Döner zum Frühstück? Ja, so kann man leben. Mit Chips auf dem Bauch und Burger zur Hand, Wird die Couch zum Thron im Pizza-Land. Nicht jeder muss rennen, nicht jeder muss springen, Leon lässt lieber die Snacks zu ihm bringen. Mit Bauch wie ein Kissen und Herz aus Gold, Liegt er gemütlich – denn Hektik ist alt. Leon Hesseling, der Junge aus Alland, Mit Teddy im Arm und der Maus in der Hand. Informatik, Gaming und Essen dabei, Sein Leben ist langsam – doch voller Schmankerl und Breiiii.

[Verse] Love hit me hard Now I’m barely standin’ Pieces of my soul gone I’m crash-landin’ Rollercoaster ride and it don’t seem to end Trust broke down I don’t even pretend [Chorus] Love got me cryin’ Feel like I'm dyin’ Memories stack high Man Got me straight flyin’ [Verse 2] Fake smiles surround me Masks they wear Whispers in the dark Like they don’t care I gave my all Yeah I played my part Now I’m pickin’ up the shards of my broken heart [Chorus] Love got me cryin’ Feel like I'm dyin’ Memories stack high Man Got me straight flyin’ [Bridge] Got a heart that bruises but refuses to break Throw me in the fire See how much I can take Smiles turn to frowns Yeah Tides always shift But this heavy pain won’t stop me from my lift [Verse 3] Runnin’ through my mind like a maze with no end Shadows in the corner actin’ like my friend Every cut Every scar tells a story I own Walkin’ this road Yeah I’m doin’ it alone

Krademo u noći jer smo prave kmice, Uništeni stanovi, lajne, igle, šprice, Potrošimo ške pa se onda grebemo, Vampirska kurvah grize vrat dok se iebemo, Savitljiva ko zmija, izvodi pozicije iz joge, Na haubi od Brabusa kad raširim joj noge. U pratnji tri pandura, voze me u Zege, Kad je prazna boca zaletim se do benge. Parka sa krznom, krzno od lisice, Na ramenima vise blajhane misice, Doma su mi pare, u stanu su penezi, Gangsteri ko da snimo nas Scorsese. Butrice sa Wiipom, oko vrata bunda, Nikada ne plaćam, na gazdu ide runda. Bacaju se novci, u igricama skinovi, Nikada ne radimo, tatini smo sinovi. Prazni bankomati, živim u banci, Boli me khurac, starci mi u stranci, Nisam njonjavac u studentskom domu, Neotvorene knjige a dobit ću diplomu. Pola faksa alkosi, mi smo stoka glupa, Svakodnevnica je bombica, iza pekse klupa. Pos'o preko veze, prema šefu gad, Ne treba mi penzija jer ću crknut' mlad.