Sky’s the Limit

Ayy, Noodah 05, yeah, I’m back on the block, Ain’t no cap, we just speakin’ facts, feel me? Let’s go. I been out here grindin’, I don’t need no advice, Ran it up from the bottom, now I’m livin’ life nice. Same block, same hustle, never changin’ the code, Watch me stack it, watch me flip it, now I’m takin’ control. I don’t trust these niggas, they be movin’ too weird, Got the Glock in my lap, I ain’t showin’ no fear. Came up off the struggle, that’s the only thing I know, Now I’m ballin’ with the team, we gon’ shine, let it show. Same block, same hustle, we don’t switch up for clout, Niggas actin’ real tough, but they softer than the doubt. Same pain, same grind, I don’t fold under pressure, They been hatin’ from the side, but we still gettin’ better. Used to trap on the corner, now I’m whippin’ a Benz, Niggas swear they was real, but they ain’t ever been friends. Same niggas who was talkin’, now they askin’ for work, I been gettin’ to the bag, now I’m watchin’ ‘em lurk. I ain’t playin’ with no lames, I got shooters on deck, Don’t get caught in the game, I got time to collect. I been movin’ low-key, but they know I got stripes, One call, and it’s dead, I ain’t got time for the hype. Same block, same hustle, we don’t switch up for clout, Niggas actin’ real tough, but they softer than the doubt. Same pain, same grind, I don’t fold under pressure, They been hatin’ from the side, but we still gettin’ better. Now I’m ridin’ in a foreign, with the top all gone, They was sleepin’ on me, now I’m goin’ full throttle, hold on. Same people I was with, now they switchin’ for a bag, I ain’t trippin’, keep it movin’, I’m just stayin’ on my path. Same hustle, same drive, now they see I’m a boss, I been ballin’ with the team, never takin’ a loss. Same niggas on the block, we just tryna get paid, While they fakin’, I’m just out here gettin’ it made.

--- Legends Speak We break the chains, rewrite the script, legends rise, don’t ever trip, Every voice, a weapon wielded, every verse, the truth revealed in, Echoes through the streets we run, heroes made, we’re never done. --- Yo, the pen’s a scalpel, I’m surgical with words, Cutting through the nonsense, leave you rattled and stirred. They say I’m twisted, a menace with a sinister wit, But I’m just a poet, turning pain into hits. I’ve been down, been doubted, and shouted at loud, But I flip that doubt into the fuel that I’m proud. Every bar’s a bullet, my target is change, Spit fire in the rain, leave the mic deranged. --- It’s Pac, reincarnated, still spittin’ that truth, From the block to the booth, I’m the voice of the youth. Struggle made us soldiers, scars tell the tale, Survivin’ in this system that was built for us to fail. Keep my eyes on the prize, see the bigger scheme, Every verse is a weapon, every rhyme’s a dream. Pourin’ hope in the hopeless, light in the dark, This revolution starts with a word, then a spark. --- Now I’m Certain Cee, gotta set this flame alight, A fusion of finesse, this is more than just a fight. My cadence is the armor, my flow’s artillery, Painting pictures vivid, yeah, I’m redefining history. Every cipher I step in, I’m raising the stakes, Carving legacies in rhythms, no room for mistakes. I’m the blend of raw passion, precision in craft, And when I step up to the mic, know I’m built to outlast. --- Barbie back with the venom, crown tilted, I reign, The queen of this chessboard, y’all pawns in the game. Play the part, slay the art, every word a Monet, Brush strokes on the beat, I Picasso the stage. They love to hate, hate to love, but I’m levels above, Spitting truth with a twist, dipped in glitter and gloves. My pen’s got power, my vibe’s a dynasty, Put us all on one track, that’s supremacy. --- We break the chains, rewrite the script, legends rise, don’t ever trip, Every voice, a weapon wielded, every verse, the truth revealed in, Echoes through the streets we run, heroes made, we’re never done. ---

I'm always having beef with my friends And its kinda like a war cos it never really ends and just like a war no one ever really wins but when it comes to the ends, yeah I always wanna win Just like the pitch when I smell fresh grass You want run with me how long you gon last? If you say that you've got ten k why the fuck do I feel twenty-five? We used to snack on bars and knoppers Now we feast on curry in coppeters they say I'm too young to kiss on her neck but theres some who think that 13 is a good age to start having sex

How's man talkin' about pressure? I don't feel pressure Bro Send a text in the chat, give out some testers Then back to my leisure I got bro 'til the end cah that's my bredda That's my bredda, that's my bredda I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonna get popped I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonn get popped No opp can't Milly Rock on my block I hit so many shots on my block I sip my drink, don't need to work Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock Pressure Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter Still break down bricks like Jenga No opp can't Milly Rock on my block I hit so many shots on my block I sip my drink, don't need the work Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock Pressure Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter Still break down bricks like Jenga Ay, cats keep callin' my phone, man, leave me alone I'm grindin' I woke up this mornin' smilin' Haters tryna bring me down, I don't know why people out here stealin' flows Tryna keep it on the low, thought they did it on the sly Stepped in the function with a bottle of the Henny and the Cro and I did it for the vibe Push bike and I did it with the guys Done it with the green, bro, did it with the rice Done it with a text, bro, done it with recks Sold everyone a dream and I did it with a lie Little man, you don't wanna live this life Outside with your kitchen knife 'Til things get hot on the block and this shit goes left all you need's advice How's man talkin' about pressure? I don't feel pressure Send a text on the trap line, giv out some testers Then back to my leisure I got bro 'til the end cah that's my bredda That's my bredda, that's my bredda I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger (true) Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped (hello?) Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonna get popped No opp can't Milly Rock on my block (nope) I hit so many shots on my block (block) I sip my Henny, don't need the wock' Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock, pressu

(Verse 1) तेरे बिना ये दिल क्यों तड़पता है, तेरे बिना हर सपना अधूरा सा लगता है। चाहा तुझे मैंने अपनी जान से ज्यादा, पर तेरा नाम किसी और की दुआ में सजा है। (Chorus) तू मुस्कुरा रहा है, मैं टूट रहा हूं, तेरे बिना हर लम्हा छूट रहा हूं। क्यों मेरी मोहब्बत तुझे समझ न आई, अब ये आँसू मेरी तन्हाई बन गए। (Verse 2) अगर तू मेरी होती, ये जहाँ मेरा होता, हर खुशी तेरे कदमों में सजा देता। हर लम्हा रोशनी में नहाया होता, तेरे नाम से मेरा मुकद्दर लिखा होता। (Bridge) मेरी किताब में बस तेरा नाम था, हर गली, हर मोड़ पे तेरा इंतजार था। पर तूने मुझे यूं ही भुला दिया, जैसे मैं एक बेमानी कहानी का किरदार था। (Chorus) तू मुस्कुरा रहा है, मैं टूट रहा हूं, तेरे बिना हर लम्हा छूट रहा हूं। क्यों मेरी मोहब्बत तुझे समझ न आई, अब ये आँसू मेरी तन्हाई बन गए। (Outro) अगर तू मेरी दुनिया का हिस्सा होती, हर दुआ, हर ख्वाब तुझसे जुड़ा होता। पर अब मैं यादों के बवंडर में बहता हूं, जो रिश्ता कभी बना ही नहीं, उसका दर्द आज भी जीता और कहता हूं।

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Yo, this is a journey through the divine, Where the ancient meets the rhythm, every line intertwines. Hindu gods in the house, feel the power they hold, Let me tell you their stories, timeless and bold. Brahma, the creator, with four faces he’s divine, Spinning the wheel of life, space, and time. In the lotus he sits, the Vedas in his hand, From the cosmic ocean, he crafted the land. But yo, not worshipped much, that's kinda strange, Still, his role in the cycle will never change. Hindu gods in the sky, bring the truth and the vibe, From the cosmos to the earth, they keep us alive. Power and wisdom, love and might, Let’s rap to their stories in the eternal light! Vishnu, the preserver, keeps it all in check, From the chaos of the world, he protects and reflects. With Lakshmi by his side, wealth flows like the sea, Ten avatars, from the fish to the king, that’s he! Rama with his bow, Krishna with his flute, In every age, Vishnu’s justice is absolute. Shiva the destroyer, in meditation he’s chill, But when he opens his third eye, you better stand still. Nataraja in the dance, tandava beats the drum, Destroying all illusions, a new age will come. Ganga in his hair, moon shines so bright, Mount Kailash is his home, glowing in the twilight. Durga and Kali, fierce and untamed, Powerful warriors, evil they’ve tamed. Saraswati’s wisdom, Ganesha’s mind, With them in your corner, success you’ll find. Hindu gods in the sky, bring the truth and the vibe, From the cosmos to the earth, they keep us alive. Power and wisdom, love and might, Let’s rap to their stories in the eternal light! Hanuman the monkey, loyal and strong, With his faith in Rama, nothing could go wrong. Lifted mountains, crossed the seas in a leap, Devotion so deep, it’ll make your soul weep. So bow to the gods, feel the energy rise, From the depths of your soul to the infinite skies. The lessons they teach, timeless and true, In this rap, their stories come alive for you. Om Namah Shivaya, Jai Shri Ram, Feel the blessings flow, like a healing balm. Hindu gods in the rhythm, divine and vast, Their stories keep echoing, forever they last!

[Verse] Stacks taller than skyscrapers, cash flow major Whips with the thin windows, bulletproof glaciers Diamonds on my wrist, colder than the Arctic Warlords in the streets, don’t you dare start it [Verse 2] Packs move quicker, clientele steady Ain't no hands clean, everybody getting petty Liquor poison the liver, cheers to the hustle Barrel aimed straight, no room for muscle [Chorus] Royal Bloods, we reign, never tame Paper chasing, guns blazing, all in the game Royal Bloods, we rise, fortune and flame Living by the code, forever, we claim [Bridge] Nighttime roll, city under our feet Mixtape booming, heartbeat to the beat Trespassers gettin’ dusted, like a ghost in the wind Loyalty tested, only real ones in [Verse 3] Trips to Bahamas, pockets full of commas Enemies plot, get dealt with like mamas Bullets fly high, orchestration in the sky Survival of the fittest, no place for the shy [Chorus] Royal Bloods, we reign, never tame Paper chasing, guns blazing, all in the game Royal Bloods, we rise, fortune and flame Living by the code, forever, we claim

Been down in the dirt, motherfucker, now I’m rising, Every hit they threw, I took it—no disguising. Blood, sweat, tears—that’s my anthem, bitch, Fighting through the flames, I’ll scratch every itch. What the fuck you know about nights so long, When the world’s against you, you’ve got to be strong? Call me an idiot, I’ll show you my smarts, Turn every insult into goddamn art. Yeah, I’m climbing up high, through the pain and the fire, Every bitch-ass problem, just fuel for my desire. Fuck the doubters, the haters, every cruel little game, I’ll wear my scars like a crown and own my name. Kicked out the door, I built my own lane, Every goddamn brick laid with struggle and pain. The system said no, I said, “Watch this, bitch,” Now I’m cashing in what they swore I’d never pitch. Motherfuckers laughed when I hit rock bottom, But now I’m stacking wins, yeah, I’ve got ‘em. What the fuck’s a ceiling when I’ve got wings? Turning every loss into a song that sings. Yeah, I’m climbing up high, through the pain and the fire, Every bitch-ass problem, just fuel for my desire. Fuck the doubters, the haters, every cruel little game, I’ll wear my scars like a crown and own my name. Bitch, I’m unstoppable, built to last, Throw your stones, watch me turn them to cash. Every motherfucker who said I’d fail, Can choke on the dust of my comet tail. Fuck your limits, your rules, your chains, I’ve broken through all your bullshit reins. What the fuck’s fear? It’s just a voice, I silenced it, now hear me rejoice. Yeah, I’m climbing up high, through the pain and the fire, Every bitch-ass problem, just fuel for my desire. Fuck the doubters, the haters, every cruel little game, I’ll wear my scars like a crown and own my name. So here’s to the fighters, the ones they doubt, To every “motherfucker” who clawed their way out. Raise your fists high, let the world know, Through the flames and the fury, we’ll always grow.

I see math problems (whisper) Numbers add up, but I’m blastin’ ya, mister, Classroom chaos, we the kings of the block, Lunchroom brawls, we don’t give a, buck Flexin’ in the hall, walkin’ tall, that’s us, Witches talkin’ crap, but they just all fluff.  Cafeteria fights, like it’s UFC, Homies by my side, that’s my family, Detention dosent hit, we laugh in that joint, Countin' all the minutes till we break out, boy. Tag-team the teachers, we ain’t never scared, Passin’ notes ‘bout teachers, life ain't never fair. Middle school madness, we don't play nice, Ballin’ like crazy, roll the dice, Thug life livin’, everybody knows, Ain’t nobody tough, when the real one shows. P.E. class, yeah, we run it like a champ, Dodgeball royalty, with the realest stamp, Nothin' but the best, we don’t settle for less, Pushin’ all the limits, put our skills to the test. Homework? Nah, we skip that stuff , Bustin’ out the game, we ain't ever quit. So listen up, Kids, we here to stay, Middle school legends, takin' over the day, From the lockers to the streets, we runnin’ this game, Ain’t no stoppin’ us, remember the name.

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