Blue Flame

[Verse] Softly sung my love survives In whispered tones the night is ours Dancing shadows shadows thrive In moonlit beams love's tender powers [Verse 2] Hands entwined time drifts away In our hearts the rhythm sways Echoes of an old love play Rewind our steps to better days [Chorus] Eternally yours in every way Across the stars the night and day Your heartbeat sings a sweet ballet My love for you will always stay [Verse 3] Candle's glow lights up your face Gentle breeze our skin it graces In your eyes a secret place We find our love in hidden spaces [Bridge] In the silence hear our song A melody that can't go wrong Two hearts that beat strong and long Together we truly belong [Chorus] Eternally yours in every way Across the stars the night and day Your heartbeat sings a sweet ballet My love for you will always stay

(style, dreamy & hypnotic Chill, melodic vibes with soft vocals) Aye... Raaste le ja rahe mujhe kahan Chand bhi poochay tu hai kahan Khaabon ka sheher hai, khoya hoon main Yaadon mein uljha hoon, bhoola hoon main --- (Verse 1 – style, laid-back rap with storytelling Low-key, deep rap flow with storytelling) Zehan hai blurry, nazar hai faded Halka sa nasha, par feel abhi jaded Raatein hain lambi, neend hai door Phone ka screen bas chalti thi dhoop Aankhon mein sawal hain, jawab hai chhupa Dost bhi hain par ye sheher hai ajnabi sa Awaazon ka shor hai, dil hai khamosh Fiker nahi kal ki, na aaj ka hai hosh --- (Chorus – smooth & catchy melody reverb) Bekhabar, bekhabar, dil hai magar Tu jo nahi, toh sab beasar Kya yeh nasha hai ya dil ka safar Kya yeh asar hai ya main bekhabar --- (Verse 2 – high-energy flow, introspective bars Fast, emotional rap verse with deeper emotions) Daur hai tez, hum dheere chale Peeche jo reh gaye, yaadon mein mile Duniya ki bheed, par tanha yahan Dil ke jo zakhm hai, dikhte kahan? Uljhi hui baatein, raaton ke saaye Dil mein hai jazbaat, shabdon ke naye Mujhse yeh sheher bhi poochay pataa Par main to kahin kho gaya hoon bhai (Intro – style, dreamy & hypnotic) Aye... Raaste le ja rahe mujhe kahan Chand bhi poochay tu hai kahan Khaabon ka sheher hai, khoya hoon main Yaadon mein uljha hoon, bhoola hoon main --- (Verse 1 – JJ47 style, laid-back rap with storytelling) Zehan hai blurry, nazar hai faded Halka sa nasha, par feel abhi jaded Raatein hain lambi, neend hai door Phone ka screen bas chalti thi dhoop Aankhon mein sawal hain, jawab hai chhupa Dost bhi hain par ye sheher hai ajnabi sa Awaazon ka shor hai, dil hai khamosh Fiker nahi kal ki, bas aaj ka hai josh --- (Chorus – Hassan Raheem, smooth & catchy melody) Bekhabar, bekhabar, dil hai magar Tu jo nahi, toh sab beasar Kya yeh nasha hai ya dil ka safar Kya yeh asar hai ya main bekhabar --- (Verse 2 – Talhah Yunus, high-energy flow, introspective bars) Daur hai tez, hum dheere chale Peeche jo reh gaye, yaadon mein mile Duniya ki bheed, par tanha yahan Dil ke jo zakhm hai, dikhte kahan? Uljhi hui baatein, raaton ke saaye Dil mein hai jazbaat, shabdon ke naye Mujhse yeh sheher bhi poochay pataa Par main to kahin kho gaya hoon bhai Beats roc roc star reverb delay BPM & Tempo: Slow to mid-tempo (90-100 BPM). Drums: Soft trap-style beats with deep kicks, crisp snares, and subtle hi-hats. Melody: Dreamy, atmospheric synths or reversed guitar/piano loops in a minor key. Bass: Smooth, deep 808s with occasional glide effects. Vocal Effects: Auto-tune, reverb, and delay for a hypnotic sound. Overall Vibe: Laid-back, emotional, and perfect for introspective lyrics.

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Esta dedicación va para el viejon para el comandante wanzo para el comandante D, y para el comandante O alias el W, D yeeaaaaaa sobres (Sonidos de radios, sirenas y balazos de fondo) (Yeah, yeah) Pilas, siempre pilas, en la esquina monitoreando el clima. (¡Fuego, fuego!) Si cruzan la línea, la respuesta es con plomo y disciplina. (¡Brrr!) No nos ven, pero estamos en la mira, y cuando se acercan, ya les cayó encima. Los guachos, marinos, soldados llegaron, Cárdenas ardiendo, retenes cercaron. Macuspana en sombras, Villahermosa en llamas, el pueblo atrapado en un juego sin alma. Santa Teresa con lupa en el foco, buscando al Wanzo, peinan cada coto. Las calles susurran lo que nadie habla, la gente en silencio, la ley que nos falla. [Precoro] Montan retenes en todas las colonias, pisan los pueblos, revientan historias. Dicen justicia, pero es un teatro, el pueblo en el suelo, el mando en el palco. [Coro] (¡Yeah, yeah!) Pilas, siempre pilas, en la esquina monitoreando el clima. (¡Fuego, fuego!) Si cruzan la línea, la respuesta es con plomo y disciplina. (¡Brrr!) No nos ven, pero estamos en la mira, y cuando se acercan, ya les cayó encima. Eran las cuatro y la zona en alerta, los radios sonaban, la guerra despierta. 25 de febrero, misión encubierta, el gobierno pensando que esta era su puerta. Pero no, aquí nadie duerme, vigías en techos, vigías en puentes. Patrullas que cruzan creyéndose fuertes, pero no saben que el juego es diferente. Montan retenes, bloquean caminos, pisan los pueblos, revientan vecinos. Dicen justicia, pero es un teatro, el pueblo en el suelo, el mando en el palco. [Puente] (¡Ey, ey!) No es amenaza, es un dato, si brincan el cerco, se acaba el contrato. (¡Brrr!) Gente en los radios, en cada aparato, cuando ellos responden, ya estamos al tanto. [Verso 3] Se metieron con la línea, la línea responde, somos la sombra, cruzamos los montes. Cuando ellos entran, ya estamos al norte, cenando filete, brindando con torres. Torretas brillan sobre la 57, treinta unidades y drones de jefe. Guachos y marinos con cara de estrés, pero este terreno se mueve al revés. Los radios no callan, zumban antenas, la clave en el aire, se encienden las venas. Se creen al mando, pero no hay dilema, cuando ellos llegan, ya hicimos la escena. (¡Yeah, yeah!) Pilas, siempre pilas, en la esquina monitoreando el clima. (¡Fuego, fuego!) Si cruzan la línea, la respuesta es con plomo y disciplina. Pa’ los viejones, pa’ la clica, firmes 24/7 en la liga. Saludos pa’l W y pa’l flaco, y pa’ los que en la calle siguen al tanto. [Outro - Dedicación] Esta dedicación va Para el comandante Wanzo, Para el comandante D, el Flaco. Para el comandante O, alias el W. Y para la línea en general, 24/7. De parte de la garra belicosa. Estamos pilas y a la orden. {¡Yeaaaaaaaa, sobres!}

Khaliah, don’t get mad, I’m just stating facts— That Altima breaks down more than how your ACL acts Check engine light stay on like a tinkerbell night light, Tires balder than your edges, yeah that ain’t right. don’t get mad, I’m just stating facts, Your edges pulled a Houdini- they packed up and they"re not coming back Your hairlines on witness protection, it’s hiding Called 911 but they stopped replying. Always munching during lunch with that same old granola and buffalo chicken sandwich, Acting like a white suburban mom like it"s your number one advantage. Acti.ng like a suburban mom like its a flex, Youre about 1 yoga class away from sending “Live Laugh Love” texts Rod Wave on repeat, all sad and stressed, You and your Altima—both depressed. Always trolling, stuck in NPC mode, But in real life, you lag—still loading Liking coconut water is a whole other problem— You need help, not hydration, it’s a taste violation. Crying that same altima, tears all on over the dash, Singing with Rod ‘bout a love that won’t last. Rod Wave on repeat, crying in the same old car, You and that Altima—both ain"t getting far save the sob stories, I’ve heard ‘em all— “Rod Wave’s my therapist” while you hit a wall. You love to talk about that love gone wrong, But you can’t even commit to a whole song. Ain’t the commitment you tend to stray away from, Can’t commit to a car that runs or a man who’ll stay, The only thing you commit to is talking’ loud and limpin" away. Always talking big, but it’s all just talk, You’ll be bragging ‘bout your hustle while you’re barely able to walk.​​ don’t get mad, I’m just stating facts, Your edges pulled a Houdini- they packed up and they"re not coming back. Your car got more parts missing than your broken knee cap, Looks like you both need a full-on rehab Miss Ralston"s work? Nah, you never do it, Always dodging deadlines like you’re runnin’ through it. Khaliah, you always act like you’re on top, But when it comes to common sense, you’re way off the clock. You love to talk, but rarely make sense, Your ‘wisdom’ feels like it’s on a permanent defense. But seriously you know i love you and that"s a fact No matter if you have a torn up knee cap. This is all fun and games I don"t mean it, You know I love you and your knee cap that didn"t fit. <3 You know I’ll always have your back, Even when your car’s breakin’ down and you can’t get back on track. Even though you ride in a car that barely runs, You"ll always be my number one.

[Verse 1 – Singing] (soulful, r&b smooth & emotional) Late night, city lights glow (glow) Textin’ your name on my phone (phone) You said you’d be here but you won’t (won’t) Got me out here all alone, yeah I keep runnin’ back to your love, mm Even when I know it’s no good, oh no Tell me why we do what we do Pull me close then push me right through [Pre-Chorus – Singing] (Beat slows, haunting synths, deep bass thumps) Ohh, I should let go (should let go) But you got that hold (got that hold) And every time I leave, I fall back (fall back) Fall back into you… [Chorus – Singing with Harmonies] (Melodic, catchy, with slight bounce) Falling back, I keep falling back (falling) Took my heart, now I want it back (want it) But you know just how to pull me in (pull me in) Let me drown, now I sink again (sink again) (BEAT SWITCH HEAVY 808s, HI-HATS, TRAP DRUMS DROP) (urgent, poetic, unorthodox pauses & speed-ups) [Rap Verse 1 fast, choppy, poetic] Look—wait, back in the cycle again (uh) Spinnin’ around like I’m trapped in the wind (huh?) Said that I’d leave, but I’m texting again (why?) Fool me once, now it’s happening again—DAMN! Mind playin’ chess, you a grandmaster Every move, I be fallin’ faster Why my love always meet disaster? Why my heart keep chasin’ after— YOU? (Beat slows slightly, flow gets bouncier, like west coast) [Rap Verse 2 – Slick, laid-back, r&b crossover] I been lost in the fall Too deep, I can’t crawl Your touch still got a hold, I Don’t wanna feel at all, yeah [Rap Verse 3 – Flow Returns, Dynamic Stops & Starts] Yeah, hands tied, love like vice (vice) Bet against you? Roll them dice (dice) Say you love me? Said it twice (twice?) Why the hell it still don’t feel right? (mmm!) Moncliizy made the song (moncliizy) (Fast flow, voice pitch slightly changes, like west coast/drill) Look—love got me dumb, got me numb, got me twisted Took my lungs, took my breath, left me breathless I been runnin’ in the dark, left defenseless Now I’m back at the start like a sentence (ugh!) (beat switches back) [Bridge – Singing, Haunting, Echoing Harmonies] Tell me, do you even feel the same? Or am I just another name? Falling, I keep falling… (whispered ad-libs, fading into reverb) [Final Chorus – Singing, Higher Emotion] Falling back, I keep falling back (falling) Took my heart, now I want it back (want it) But you know just how to pull me in (pull me in) Let me drown, now I sink again (sink again) [Outro – Soft, Last Whispered Words] Moncliizy productions Moncliizy (mon) (moncliizy) Falling… falling… (falling…) Yeah… (yeah…)

(Intro – con un beat boom bap pesado) Yeah… Andraca en la casa, Solfeo en la mente, la guitarra en el pasado, Motocicleta rugiendo en la calle, Y en su cuarto, las Tortugas Ninja al detalle… (Verso 1 – El profe del solfeo) Dicen que la música es puro sentir, Pero Andraca la cuenta, la mide, la hace vivir, Pentagramas flotando, compases cayendo, Mientras en su mente sigue corriendo. Le dicen “profe, ¿por qué tan cuadrado?” Él dice “sin teoría, todo suena errado”, Sufrió con la púa, ahora escribe en papel, Que la guitarra quedó en su ayer. (Coro – La lucha interna) Andraca compone, Andraca enseña, Pero su pasado le quema las venas, Las seis cuerdas fueron su condena, Hoy suena el solfeo, y la moto truena. (Verso 2 – La vergüenza del guitarrista) Solía tocar riffs en un bar de mala muerte, Hasta que entendió que no era lo fuerte, Cambio la púa por tinta y papel, Ahora dicta clases, maestro fiel. Pero en la noche, a veces recuerda, Los solos, los gritos, la distorsión cuerda, Se ajusta la chaqueta, arranca el motor, Para ahogar la nostalgia con más vibración. (Puente – El escape y la pasión) Y si lo ves por la calle volando, Es porque la música lo sigue llamando, Se baja del mundo, se pone a escribir, Porque el arte es lucha, y hay que seguir. (Coro – La identidad de Andraca) Andraca compone, Andraca enseña, Pero su pasado le quema las venas, Las seis cuerdas fueron su condena, Hoy suena el solfeo, y la moto truena. (Outro – Con sample de motos y un grito de las Tortugas Ninja) ¡Cowabunga! – dice mientras acelera, Con Donatello en su playera, La vida es un beat, es un ritmo, es un son, Y Andraca la vive con su propia canción…

Verse 1: MUSTAFA naam, sabko yaad rahe, Jab main aata hoon, sabko shock lage, Zindagi ki game mein, main hoon player, Har field mein main hoon, sabse top tier! Meri rap mein hai power, jo sabko hilaye, MUSTAFA ki awaaz, sabko sunayi, Mushkilein aayein, main kabhi na ruka, MUSTAFA hoon main, apna raasta chhuka! Chorus: MUSTAFA naam, sabko dekhna padega, Meri rap se sabko samajhna padega, MUSTAFA hoon main, sabko yeh dikhana, Meri beats se duniya ko hilana! Verse 2: Jab bhi chala, raaste pe main tha fast, MUSTAFA ka naam, sab pe tha blast, Duniya ko samjha diya, yeh jo hota hai game, Har challenge ka jawab, main hoon apne frame! Meri rap mein hai jazbaat, jo dil se baat kare, MUSTAFA ka naam, har dil mein rahe, Koi na rok sake, yeh jo fire hai, MUSTAFA hoon main, aur yeh empire hai! Chorus: MUSTAFA naam, sabko dekhna padega, Meri rap se sabko samajhna padega, MUSTAFA hoon main, sabko yeh dikhana, Meri beats se duniya ko hilana!Verse 1: MUSTAFA naam, sabko yaad rahe, Jab main aata hoon, sabko shock lage, Zindagi ki game mein, main hoon player, Har field mein main hoon, sabse top tier! Meri rap mein hai power, jo sabko hilaye, MUSTAFA ki awaaz, sabko sunayi, Mushkilein aayein, main kabhi na ruka, MUSTAFA hoon main, apna raasta chhuka! Chorus: MUSTAFA naam, sabko dekhna padega, Meri rap se sabko samajhna padega, MUSTAFA hoon main, sabko yeh dikhana, Meri beats se duniya ko hilana! Verse 2: Jab bhi chala, raaste pe main tha fast, MUSTAFA ka naam, sab pe tha blast, Duniya ko samjha diya, yeh jo hota hai game, Har challenge ka jawab, main hoon apne frame! Meri rap mein hai jazbaat, jo dil se baat kare, MUSTAFA ka naam, har dil mein rahe, Koi na rok sake, yeh jo fire hai, MUSTAFA hoon main, aur yeh empire hai! Chorus: MUSTAFA naam, sabko dekhna padega, Meri rap se sabko samajhna padega, MUSTAFA hoon main, sabko yeh dikhana, Meri beats se duniya ko hilana!

[Verse] Stars are dancing in my mind I"m lost Spinning like a comet paying the cost To touch the moon and sing with Mars Alien whispers in jazzy bars [Verse 2] Venus winks and the world goes blue Constellations tracing dreams anew Nebula"s playground where dreams ignite Swallowed by black holes in the night [Chorus] Galaxy dreams I"m floating away Spaceship heart beats night and day Planets serenade cosmic beams Waking up in those galaxy dreams [Verse 3] Asteroid belts where secrets freeze Meteor showers warm the breeze Rocket rides with no earthly ties In cosmic clouds I"ve found my skies [Bridge] Zero gravity dancing wild In the Milky Way like a starry child Astronomical love stories unfold In the space of dreams where nothing"s old [Verse 4] Supernovas light up the way Cosmic symphonies start to play Comet tales of love"s embrace Whirlwinds of stars in an endless chase

This is Joey, a deadbeat from the hood Thinks he"s gangsta but ain"t no good Around the block everyone knows his name Lazy-ass loser with nobody to blame Don"t work, don"t hustle, just wastes his days Blows his mom"s cash in the dumbest ways While she"s working doubles, cleaning up the mess This ungrateful punk can"t even say "yes" When he"s broke, tries to rob the corner store Got caught first try, hit the concrete floor Store owner"s an ex-cop who don"t play around In county jail, Joey"s crying like a clown His mama sold her TV just to post his bail Promised he"d change but that ship would sail Met this girl Sarah, church-going and sweet Got her pregnant then disappeared from the street Now he"s just a junkie sleeping under the bridge No home, no money, nothing in the fridge That"s how it ends when you live like a fool Breaking every promise, breaking every rule Moral of the story I"m spitting with no regret: Live like Joey and die with nothing but debt

If it all works out If it all falls down Let it all work out Let it all fall down If it all works out If it all falls down Let it all work out Let it all fall down

Esse é o Marcelo, um zé ninguém da favela Acha que é bandidão mas é só um panela Na quebrada todo mundo já conhece a história Maluco vagabundo que só vive na fissura Não trabalha, não estuda, só quer curtição Gasta a grana da coroa sem ter consideração A mãe dele se mata de tanto trabalhar E o ingrato nem "obrigado" consegue falar Quando tá sem grana, vai roubar no mercadinho Foi pego na primeira, apanhou feito um cachorrinho Na cadeia chorava igual uma menininha Mamãe vendeu tudo pra pagar a fiancinha Conheceu a Maria, mina direita e bonita Engravidou ela e depois meteu o pé na pista Agora tá na sarjeta, sem casa e sem comida É assim que termina uma vida mal vivida Moral da história que eu conto sem dó: Quem vive igual Marcelo vai acabar só