Title: लड़के की ज़िंदगी (Boy’s Life Rap)सुभा उठूं जल्दी, आँखें हैं लाल,सपनों केप

I got one fuck, two fucks, three fucks to give, get the fuck outta here, I wont tell you again. I got one fuck, two fucks, thats all I got now look at your head, theres a fucking red dot, cause you made me waste “made me waste” made me waste a bullet and I cannot believe it was so fucking stupid, now I’m goin to hell to meet the devil himself cause I used all my fucks, now we ended up dead. I got no fucks, no fucks not anymore now I’m finding myself at the devils door. Opened it up, just to peek inside, just to find, a guy by my side, we saw the god, standing there, when suddenly, he gave us a stare, it sent a shock right through my body, and I couldnt believe it was cause of a fuck. I got one fuck, two fucks, three fucks to give, get the fuck outta here, now I ended up dead, all because of a simple slip, of too many fucks, yeah I ended up dead cause I said a bad word, like a story of a bird and a worm. Yeah the worm said a word that made the birdie mad, all this did was put the worm in a bag, but he said it again now look where he is, just like us, frozen in fear.

Title: लड़के की ज़िंदगी (Boy’s Life Rap)सुभा उठूं जल्दी, आँखें हैं लाल,सपनों केपीछे मैं दौड़ूं बेहाल। कभी किताबें, कभी मोबाइल, दुनिया कहे, "लाइफ तेरी वायरल!"शहर की गलियां, सपनों का जहान, कोई बने किंग, कोई रह जाए अनजान। लड़का बोले – "मैं लिखूंगा कहानी," "मेरे सपने हैं आसमानी!"माँ बोले – "बेटा, मेहनत कर," पापा कहें – "बेटा, इज़्ज़त रख!" दोस्तों संग हंसी मज़ाक, पर अंदर जले वो सपना पाक!कभी बारिश, कभी धूप, कभी खुशी, कभी ऊब। लाइफ में स्ट्रगल है पूरा पैक, फिर भी रखता हूँ मैं अपने ट्रैक!लड़का हूँ मैं, रुकूंगा नहीं, डर के साए में झुकूंगा नहीं। आँखों में सपने, दिल में जुनून, दुनिया देखेगी, आएगा जूनून!

Verse 1: I been through the struggles, tryna find my way Had to take the hard road, but it led me to a brighter day I been through the heartbreak, tryna heal my soul But your love, it came and rescued me, made me whole Pre-Chorus: We on an emotional rollercoaster, up and down Tryna find our balance, but it"s spinning round and round We chasing the highs, but the lows, they hurt so bad Tryna find our way, but it"s making us mad Chorus: You take me up, you take me down Like a rollercoaster, spinning round and round You take me up, you take me down But I"ll ride with you, through this up and down Verse 2: I thought we had it all, love that would last But now I"m left with just a shattered past I thought we had the real thing, but it was all a lie Now I"m left to pick up the pieces, tryna get by Pre-Chorus: We on an emotional rollercoaster, up and down Tryna find our balance, but it"s spinning round and round We chasing the highs, but the lows, they hurt so bad Tryna find our way, but it"s making us mad Chorus: You take me up, you take me down Like a rollercoaster, spinning round and round You take me up, you take me down But I"ll ride with you, through this up and down

มื้อแรกที่พ้อกัน มันคงสิเป็นคือความฝัน แต่พรมลิขิตที่เขียนเอาไว้ คงเฮ็ดให้เฮ้ามาพ้อกัน โอ้น้องนางแก้มแดง อ้ายคิดฮ้อดเจ้าทุกคืนวัน แต่โตเจ้าละนั้น สิคิดฮ้อดอ้ายยูบ่อีแม่ อ้ายนั้นคิดฮอดเจอ เจ้าคิดฮ้อดอ้ายยุบ่หน่อ แม้โตอ้ายสิบ่หล่อ แต่ความฮักอ้ายจริงใจ โตน้องนั้นคิดจังใด๋ ก่อนสิอย่างจากอ้ายไป อยากให้น้องนั้นได้คิดเบิ่ง

(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.

Hei meri kiema ootko vähän kiimainen ja liimainen tykkäätkö laurista vai maurista Raiskaatko pikku poikia vai paiskaatko pikku poikia hapetatko koiria jotka sen jälkeen raiskaat ja roskikseen paiskaat olet ihan ligma ja anniina on sigma ja läski mutta kuka sut tänne käski onko sulla naamassa iso jölli vai oletko vain rölli vitun ruma huora tapa ittes vaikka pistä kaulaas pitkä nuora ja hyppäät katolta samalla kun saat takaa matolta

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…