Crypto and Fractional shares

(Refren): Ovo nije samo kafa, ovo je lifestyle, Barista Cartel – k’o Bentley u drive-by. Pjena ko snijeg, okus k’o raj, U Tuzli smo doma, vidi se da smo high. (1. Strofa): Krenem s espressom, brate, miješam s ljubavlju, Šolja se puši, sve ko da je u usporenom snu. Latte art na nivou, slika Monetove klase, U Cartelu svi znaju – kava ovdje spaja mase. Bubble tea, smoothie, šta ti treba, ti biraj, Okusi putuju svijetom, bez da uzmeš vizu, znaj. Od Dubaija do Pariza, od Tuzle do neba, Svaka šolja priča priču – k’o da vrijeme ne treba. (Refren): Ovo nije samo kafa, ovo je lifestyle, Barista Cartel – k’o Bentley u drive-by. Pjena ko snijeg, okus k’o raj, U Tuzli smo doma, vidi se da smo high. (2. Strofa): Kadaif, pistaći, aroma u zraku, Dubai latte topi brige, sve stavi na traku. Barista u bijelom, potez latte art genija, Svaki gutljaj stavi Tuzlu na mapu svemira. Granica nema, kafa svuda širi love, U šolji imaš ocean – valovi boje snova. Espresso shot, ristretto vibe, U Barista Cartelu, samo premium drive. (Bridge): Svi hoće naš recept, ali brate to je skill, Godine su iza toga, nije ovo samo chill. Barista Cartel, mi smo ekipa za sve, Kada piješ našu kafu, ti si dio naše scene. (Refren): Ovo nije samo kafa, ovo je lifestyle, Barista Cartel – k’o Bentley u drive-by. Pjena ko snijeg, okus k’o raj, U Tuzli smo doma, vidi se da smo high. (Outro): Yo, kafa je ljubav, kafa je spika, Barista Cartel – tvoja dnevna navika. Šolja nas spaja, od grada do grada, Tuzla, Sarajevo, vibe – svuda pada.

Forest Soul (Verse 1) Yo, I'm trapped in this maze, man, lost in the haze, Chasin' dreams that fade like lines on a page. Regret in my chest, monster under the bed, Dancin' with shadows, livin' life half-dead. Used to be a pawn, holdin' tears in a jar, Now I’m breakin’ free, man, I’m raisin’ the bar. (Chorus) I run my own circus, ain't no strings on me, Not a doll you can use for your sick fantasies. Fuck off with your standards, I’m carving my path, Face my demons, hear 'em howl, feel their wrath. (Verse 2) Poppin' pills ain't a thrill, just a ghost in the night, Tryna numb the pain, yeah, I'm puttin' up a fight. Suicide whispers, I can hear that call, But I stand up stronger, watch me rise and not fall. A forest soul, feel the roots in my veins, Growin' up means struggle, ain't no room for chains. (Chorus) I run my own circus, ain't no strings on me, Not a doll you can use for your sick fantasies. Fuck off with your standards, I’m carving my path, Face my demons, hear 'em howl, feel their wrath. (Bridge) Lonely nights, moonlight fights, I’m a wreck, But I’m built from the earth, man, what the heck? Motivated, elevated, I’m ready to soar, Regrets in my past, but I’m hungry for more. (Verse 3) So I’m throwin’ confetti, make my pain a parade, Run away from the dark, make the light my crusade. Chasin’ hope through the trees, with my heart in my hands, A forest soul wild, breakin' free from your plans. I'm not your doll, babe, I’m a force to be reckoned, Turn my scars into stars, yeah, I’m spittin’ that lesson. (Chorus) I run my own circus, ain't no strings on me, Not a doll you can use for your sick fantasies. Fuck off with your standards, I’m carving my path, Face my demons, hear 'em howl, feel their wrath. (Outro) So here’s to the pain and the battles I won, I’m no longer lost, man, I’m finally done. With a forest soul vibe, I’m takin’ my stand, A king in my circus, yeah, I’m livin’ so grand.

Born in the dust, never seen a throne, Struggled in silence, always on my own, No love, no friends, just the pain in my chest, Working so hard, no time to rest. No silver spoon, just dreams in my mind, Sacrificing happiness, tryna make a life find, Pain in my veins, fire in my soul, Climbing up hills, but I’m losing control. **Chorus:** Fast life, slow grind, watch me rise, Sacrifice my peace, reaching for the skies, Chasing dreams, no matter how high, Pain in my heart, but I’ll never say goodbye. **Verse 2:** Life’s a battle, every step’s a war, Pushing through pain, can’t take no more, Fell down so many times, but I won’t fall, I’m a fighter, yeah, I’m standing tall. Dreams are distant, but I’ll keep chasing, Through the struggle, no time for waiting, Family’s my fire, but I burn alone, Running so fast, but I’m far from home. **Chorus:** Fast life, slow grind, watch me rise, Sacrifice my peace, reaching for the skies, Chasing dreams, no matter how high, Pain in my heart, but I’ll never say goodbye. **Outro:** Lower class, but I’m aiming high, Every day’s a battle, but I’ll touch the sky, Pain's my fuel, hustle’s my game, From the dust, I’ll rise and make my name!

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Verse 1: Yo, it’s Slim on the mic, let me spit some clarity, Fractional shares vs. crypto disparity. Fractional shares, you’re buyin’ a piece, Of a stock like Tesla, your slice of the beast. It’s legit, it’s tight, regulated and clear, You’re owning real equity, so have no fear. It’s a slice of a pie, like dessert in disguise, Growin’ slow, steady – Wall Street vibes. Chorus: Crypto’s wild, like a digital spree, Fractional shares? That’s the slow-cook recipe. One’s the casino, the other’s the plan, Choose your style, man – understand the scam. Verse 2: Crypto, man, it’s a digital beast, Decentralized money, the hype don’t cease. Bitcoin, Ether, memes in disguise, Price swings higher than Marshall’s rise. No stocks, no shares, no dividend payout, But blockchain tech’s got the nerds freakin’ out. It’s risky, it’s fast, like the rabbit’s race, But you could lose it all if the markets erase. Bridge: Fractional shares are the turtle, slow and steady, Crypto’s the hare, wild but unsteady. One builds wealth, one’s a gamble in disguise, But both need brains to avoid demise. Outro: So here’s Slim Shady breakin’ it down, Fractional shares wear a sensible crown. Crypto’s a rocket, but watch where it lands, Choose wisely, homie – your money’s in your hands.

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Titolo: “Fumo nei Pensieri” [Strofa 1] Pioggia cade sui sanpietrini, bagnano le suole, passi pesanti come storie su cartelle nuove. Roma sputa spine, tra il fumo e le rovine, un sorso d’amaro mentre il tempo ci rovina. Sotto i lampioni, la strada chiama, io rispondo, parole come tagli, cicatrici sopra il mondo. Un altro tiro per capirci qualcosa, ma qui la verità è nascosta in una busta chiusa. Sogni che affogano, vetro in una pozza, mentre un’altra notte passa e non mi accorgo della corsa. La luna è un riflesso sopra il parabrezza, sto fermo in doppia fila mentre penso alla vendetta. [Ritornello] Fumo nei pensieri, la città che grida, Roma è una lama che ti lascia senza via d’uscita. Strade che bruciano, storie di periferia, tra il cemento e i sogni, resto solo in compagnia. [Strofa 2] Gli occhi sono rossi come i semafori rotti, l’anima pesa più del peso che mi porto nei blocchi. Facce che non parlano, tra luci e vetri appannati, sto cercando un domani in sguardi disperati. Le chiavi girano, le porte restano chiuse, prigionieri in una giungla di speranze deluse. Scarto la vita come una busta di plastica, un altro giro e mi risveglio in questa giostra drastica. Il freddo sui palazzi sembra quasi una sentenza, mi copro con un sorriso, ma è solo una parvenza. Ogni passo falso pesa, lo porto sulla schiena, mentre il beat pulsa forte, la mia cura e la mia pena. [Ritornello] Fumo nei pensieri, la città che grida, Roma è una lama che ti lascia senza via d’uscita. Strade che bruciano, storie di periferia, tra il cemento e i sogni, resto solo in compagnia. [Outro] E quando tutto tace, resta solo il mio respiro, un’altra notte è andata, eppure ancora non capisco. Cenere sul tempo, polvere nei polmoni, questa vita è un attimo tra mille illusioni.

Je suis peut-être quelqu'un de trop ambicieuse, c'est sûr Et possède cette passion ancrée en moi, Ils m'ont tous dit que je n'y arriverai pas Mais cette passion l'art, est ma voie j'en suis sûre. Une caméra, un micro et des acteurs C'est ce qu'il nous faut pour réaliser un film Quoi de mieux qu'une petite touche de peur Afin de faire mon troisième court-métrage.

Yo, the light’s so bright, it got me feelin’ dazed, Lost in a haze, like I’m stuck in a maze, Chasin’ dreams, but the beams of sun blind, My mind’s an echo, can't hear my soul’s kind. Bright lights shimmer, they glimmer with might, But the search for myself ain’t read in the sight, It’s like stepping straight into a shine so severe, I’m yelling for help but it’s drowned out by fear. **Chorus:** In the day, I might lose my way, Hearts get heavy when the shadows play, Need the night to ignite what’s inside, Balance the light so my soul can glide. Darkness, a refuge, a space to redefine, Finding clarity, yeah, I’m taking my time. Life’s a tightrope walk, between black and white, Dance with the shadows, let ‘em guide my sight. Stars ignite the night, a flame to the dark, Illuminate the path, bringin’ out my spark. Duality’s a journey, with lessons to pin, Find the beauty where the light and dark spin. **Chorus:** In the day, I might lose my way, Hearts get heavy when the shadows play, Need the night to ignite what’s inside, Balance the light so my soul can glide. So now I navigate, between sun and shade, Both sides of the spectrum—I’m a blend, never frayed. I wear the brightness like a crown, the weight of the pros, But I embrace the quiet, where my wisdom grows. Not letting darkness poison my fate; I’m a cocktail of hope and melancholic state. With each bar I spit and each thought that I throw, I’m painting in colors, let my story flow. **Chorus:** In the day, I might lose my way, Hearts get heavy when the shadows play, Need the night to ignite what's inside, Balance the light so my soul can glide. Searching for the truth in the echo’s embrace, Finding who I am, trekking through space. So dance in the light but embrace what you feel, In the shadows I sharpen the soul that can heal. The duality’s here, both struggle and art, In darkness, I find all the light in my heart.

**[Verse 1]** Yo, Alain Beiriger, l’homme aux chiffres précis, Travaille dur, finance dans l’groupe BPCE, c’est ainsi. Costume taillé, il gère les comptes et les bilans, Le roi des calculs, rien ne lui échappe, il est brillant. Mais dans son cœur, y’a une autre équation, Un amour pour Justine, sa plus belle passion. Elle illumine ses jours, donne du sens à ses nuits, Entre eux, c’est du solide, comme l’or qu’il poursuit. **[Pre-Chorus]** Mais j’me rappelle l’époque, quand il était p’tit, On l’appelait Spider Boy, il grimpait sans répit. Mur à mur, plafond, il escaladait tout, Un vrai super-héros, sans cape, mais si fou. **[Chorus]** Alain, Spider Boy devenu maître des finances, Des souvenirs d’enfance aux rêves qui avancent. Justine à ses côtés, l’amour en abondance, Il jongle avec la vie, et tout prend sens. **[Verse 2]** Dans les bureaux, il trace des lignes de prospérité, Il fait croître les projets, c’est ça sa réalité. BPCE sait qu’il est l’homme de la situation, Alain, c’est la valeur sûre, la clé de l’évolution. Mais après les chiffres, c’est Justine qui l’attend, Un dîner, un regard, des instants apaisants. Elle est son équilibre, sa douce confidence, Un amour à la fois fragile et d’une grande puissance. **[Pre-Chorus]** Et pourtant, sous ce sérieux, j’vois encore l’enfant, Qui grimpait aux rideaux, défiant le temps. Spider Boy, le surnom qu’on lui donnait, Même dans la finance, c’est l’agilité qu’il gardait. **[Chorus]** Alain, Spider Boy devenu maître des finances, Des souvenirs d’enfance aux rêves qui avancent. Justine à ses côtés, l’amour en abondance, Il jongle avec la vie, et tout prend sens. **[Bridge]** Les années passent, mais les liens restent intacts, Entre frère et frère, rien n’efface ce pacte. Alain, dans la finance ou l’amour, t’es un pilier, Un Spider Boy qui a su bien s’élever. **[Outro]** Alors lève ton verre, pour Alain, notre héros, De BPCE à Justine, il joue tous les rôles. De Spider Boy à homme accompli, Un frère, un amour, une belle vie.

(Verse 1) Entra en la batalla, yo soy el que manda, (A) Youtubers en la línea, listos pa’ la ofrenda, (B) Fuego en mi letra, la voz se expanda, (A) Males frente a mí, su futuro se enmienda. (B) Sangre en el juego, ¡vengan a probarlo! (A) Versos afilados, mi flow es un balazo, (B) Mira cómo subo, nadie me lo ha dado, (A) Con cada golpe suelto, su ego es un lazo. (B) (Verse 2) Coronando el trono, tú no eres mi igual, (A) Esto es Latin Trap, pura actitud viral, (B) Codo a codo en la lucha, el instinto animal, (A) Fuego en mis venas, no hay tiempo para el mal. (B) Y si juegas con fuego, baby, puedo quemarte, (A) Mis rimas son armas, este juego es un arte, (B) El ruido en el aire, todos quieren un parte, (A) Soy el que se queda, tú no puedes alcanzarte. (B) (Chorus) En la batalla somos fuertes, no hay forma de parar, Rimas que explotan como cohetes al azar, Youtubers luchando, cada uno a su lugar, En el juego de la vida, solo diablo puede ganar.

Za górami za lasami W pewnej polskiej wsi Jeden zjeb ciągle w grę poci się W emefesie zakochał się I od tego czasu za tą gre kurwi się Boeing, airbus wszytko jedno Byle miesięczną pensje kosztowało Huuubert, pilot bezmózgowiec Huuubert, pilot zamachowiec Huuubert, pilot watsymowiec Każdego dnia przed kompem dupe sadza swą, bo potrójną siódemką latać chce Boeinga kupił se choć wie że hajs nie będzie zgadał się Ale ma wyjebane, bo przecież nasiona słonecznika też do zjedzenia się wydają Huuubert, pilot bezmózgowiec Huuubert, pilot zamachowiec Huuubert, pilot watsimowiec Tysiące godzin przegrane ma Każde lotnisko w głowie wgrane Ale na chuj mu to granie Jak nie wie co to trawy dotykanie W jaskini swej kisi się Do stopnia tego że fauna i flora na skórze generuje mu się Huuubert, pilot bezmózgowiec Huuubert, pilot zamachowiec Huuubert, pilot watsimowiec I słuchajcie tego, najzabawniejsze jest to, że Hubert wieży w jedno Gdy podejdzie do dziewczyny i powie rzecz pewną to myśli że ta mu dupe da nie jedną bo pilotem on niezwykłym i na pewno na to polecą. Zdziwi się jednak biedak jeden Bo to co ma pod biurkiem To o Boże przerazi nie jedną Huuubert, pilot bezmózgowiec Huuubert, pilot zamachowiec Huuubert, pilot watsimowiec I kończąc tą historię nieszczęsną Pamiętajcie dzieci jedno Komputery i Boeingi żony wam nie znajdą, ale z pewnością grzyba pod pachami napedzą.