Game's Over

[Verse] Pay attention, folks, gather 'round this spot, John Rodner's rise to the top, it's hot. Empire built from the ground, no cheat, Cemented his throne, feels the heat. [Verse 2] Gold chains heavy, but the cool stays gleam, Livin' lavish, more real than a dream. Street lore, urban legend, main creed, Rodner's reign strong; he doesn't need a pleed. [Chorus] John Rodner, yea, the emperor swagged, City lights shine, pulse never dragged. From the dirt roads to the penthouse suite, His legacy carved, it’s concrete. [Verse 3] Rolex ticking, time bends to his will, Stacks on stacks, cash flow’s drill. Leather seats, his chariot modern, Cruisin’ the streets, he’s the sovereign. [Verse 4] Hustle game tight, no sweat, no tears, Respect earned, banished all fears. Roadblocks crushed underfoot, petrified, His rise a manifesto, glorified. [Verse 5] Connections vast, his network wide, Allies, shields in battles, never hide. Council of kings, but he holds the crown, Decisions made, power never down.

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Yeah, I’m on a big move, watch me slide through,
Drip so cold, but I’m stayin’ in the room,
Big bag, big chain, now I’m stackin’ up the loot,
She said, "What you doin'?" I said, "Chasin’ the view." I been runnin’ up the digits, never had time to snooze,
Haters wanna talk, I just press 'em on mute,
Flexin’ like I’m next, now they callin’ me the truth,
Big plans, big bands, big shoes to fill too. (Pre-Chorus)
Now I’m ridin' through the city with the top down,
All this money in my pocket, got 'em locked out,
Made a couple moves, now the whole town’s talkin',
But I keep it movin'—never stoppin', never stoppin'. (Chorus)
Big move, big wave, I’m out here on the grind,
Catch me in the Benz, ain't no stoppin' my shine,
They said I couldn't do it, now they see me on time,
Big move, big wave, and I’m livin’ this life. (Verse 2)
Talk cheap, but my hustle’s like gold,
I been countin' all these blessings, now I’m breakin' the mold,
From the bottom to the top, had to take it real slow,
Now I’m lookin' at the stars, man, the world’s mine to own. Diamonds in my wrist, yeah, they heavy like the crown,
Shoutout to the ones who never thought I’d come around,
Had to level up, now they tryna bite my sound,
But I’m rollin’ with the squad, we got the city on lockdown. (Pre-Chorus)
Now I’m ridin' through the city with the top down,
All this money in my pocket, got 'em locked out,
Made a couple moves, now the whole town’s talkin',
But I keep it movin'—never stoppin', never stoppin'. (Chorus)
Big move, big wave, I’m out here on the grind,
Catch me in the Benz, ain't no stoppin' my shine,
They said I couldn't do it, now they see me on time,
Big move, big wave, and I’m livin’ this life. (Bridge)
Ayy, look at me now, I’m a boss in my lane,
Had to put in work, now they all know my name,
Shinin' like a light, man, I’m never feelin' plain,
Movin’ to the top, now I’m runnin’ the game. (Chorus)
Big move, big wave, I’m out here on the grind,
Catch me in the Benz, ain't no stoppin' my shine,
They said I couldn't do it, now they see me on time,
Big move, big wave, and I’m livin’ this life. (Outro)
Yeah, it’s a big move, big wave, can’t stop me now,
Made it from the bottom, so I’m flexin' with the crown,
They said I couldn't do it, now I’m runnin’ this town,
Big move, big wave—yeah, I’m holdin' it down.

I’m in the green of it, everybody knows They know me where it grows, I sip slow and they glow I don’t know nothin’ 'bout waste, I’m just eco Grown on farms with love, that’s the way it’s told From the beans to the brew, it’s the finest form They’ve got my cup, and it’s reusably warm I went from coffee shops straight out to global tours Sippin’ sustainable, that’s how we explore Woah-oh-oh This is how the coffee flows Woah-oh-oh I guess this is how the coffee flows I’m in the green of it, everybody knows They know me where it grows, I sip slow and they glow I don’t know nothin’ 'bout waste, I’m just eco Grown on farms with love, that’s the way it’s told From the cup to the cause, to the earth, to the green Where’s my straw? It’s paper, that’s my scene Always eco when I sip See, I believe that if I drink it with my heart Sippin’ clean, 'cause I’m reachin’ for the stars Woah-oh-oh This is how the coffee flows Woah-oh-oh I guess this is how the coffee flows

[Verse] Tickling ivories, Mozart in a fitted hat, Street symphony, where Beethoven's beats are at. Urban maestro, conducting with a rhyme, Every note a brick, every bar a climb. [Verse 2] Keys jump like Serengeti cats on staccato, Words paint portraits, Michelangelo bravado. Echoes of Chopin in a city that hums, Classics meet hustle, where the rhythm drums. [Chorus] Ivory dreams, blending past and now, Verses in crescendo, can't help but bow. Orchestra of struggle, harmony and grind, Piano keys and street tales intertwined. [Verse 3] Versailles elegance in graffiti decor, Bach in a cipher, Count Basie's encore. Dialogues with shadows under lamplight's glow, Stories untold in the chords below. [Bridge] Sonatas tell tales of joy and pain, Street corners whisper Bach's refrain. In the alleys, where the grandpiano lays, Every touch a memory, every note a phase. [Outro] Concertos in the alleyways, melodies in sorrow, Rhythm of the past, beat of tomorrow. Endless sonata, the journey never seems, Living life on the keys, chasing ivory dreams.

[Verse] Back in the day, vinyl spin, groovy tracks on wax Boom bap, feel the bass, sound crack attack Graffiti on brick walls, culture never lack Mic in hand, spitting facts, no auto-tune act [Chorus] Turntables spinning fire, DJ bring the heat Cypher in the park, man, you're in for a treat Streetlights shine bright, rhythm in the street Classic beats, old school, never obsolete [Verse 2] Skyline in the backdrop, city sound in frame Golden era vibes, respect to the name Hustle and grind, never playing no games Lyrics sharp as knives, this is old school reign [Chorus] Turntables spinning fire, DJ bring the heat Cypher in the park, man, you're in for a treat Streetlights shine bright, rhythm in the street Classic beats, old school, never obsolete [Bridge] Adidas on my feet, Kangol on my dome Boom box on shoulder, this the rap home Echoes of legends, from Brooklyn to Rome Worldwide vibe, feel it in your bones [Chorus] Turntables spinning fire, DJ bring the heat Cypher in the park, man, you're in for a treat Streetlights shine bright, rhythm in the street Classic beats, old school, never obsolete

[Verse] Keyboard warrior, fingers dance on the keys, Syntax errors, bring me to my knees. Code loops tighter than a python squeeze, Debuggin’ life, no time for Zs. [Verse 2] Coffee cup, sippin’ straight from the pot, Screen glare burns, givin’ what I got. Algorithms twist, mind spins like a top, Caffeine buzz, still, the bugs don’t stop. [Chorus] Binary blues, trapped in a maze, Error messages in a digital haze. Stack overflow, lost in the craze, Debugging days, stuck in this phase. [Verse 3] Compiler’s harsh, no time to chill, Breakpoints hit, testing my will. Project deadlines, need another pill, Procrastination lurks, but I’ll climb this hill. [Verse 4] Git commits, pushin’ through the night, Pull requests, it's a coder’s fight. Merge conflicts, man, nothing’s quite right, JIRA tickets stackin’, ain't no end in sight. [Chorus] Binary blues, trapped in a maze, Error messages in a digital haze. Stack overflow, lost in the craze, Debugging days, stuck in this phase.

Yo, we in the zone, health care,' Got that PPE on, ain’t no fallin’, Masks tight, gloves on, we ready to flex, With that scrub game strong, respect what’s next. (Chorus) Gear up, get tough, it’s a health care grind, Protectin’ all the patients, we way outta line, in the OR, we cuttin’ through the strife, Ain't no stoppin’ us now, we save a life! (Verse 2) Face shields up, see the swag in the room, gets real, but we dodge that doom, Thuggin' with my team, united we stand, General safety’s lit, got the upper hand. (Chorus) Gear up, get tough, it’s a health care grind, Protectin’ all the patients, we way outta line, in the ER, we makin' moves tonight, With our gear locked down, we ready for the fight! (Bridge) No slip, no trip, got my kicks on point, In the zone, every shift, we be lit like a joint, Roll up, roll out, this ain’t no charade, In this game of life, we the ones that ain't played! (Verse 3) So trust the hustle, we ball hard, no doubt, With that safety equipment, ain't no need to pout, From the tops to the soles, we got the right fit, Ain't no stoppin' this crew, we gutsy as it gets! (Chorus) Gear up, get tough, it’s a health care grind, Protectin’ all the patients, we way outta line, in the ward, we ready for the play, In this dangerous game, we slayin’ every day! (Outro) So salute to the pros, we the kings and queens, In this wild world, we livin’ out our dreams, General safety’s the motto, hear the thunder, We ain't just about the hustle, we keep it all under'

[Verse] Minutes drip slow, echoes in the hall, Shadows on the wall, memories crawl. Lost in the noise, can't find a way, Heart heavy, skies endless gray. [Verse 2] Eyes gaze far, void in the stare, Future's a ghost, whispers of despair. Time keeps slipping, sands in an hourglass, Past regrets, scars that forever last. [Chorus] Cold nights, moonlit sighs, Tears fall, no more lies. Hopes fade, dreams untether, Caught in the storm, lost forever. [Verse 3] Streets walk lonely, whispers of the wind, Battles within, spirits chagrinned. Faith's a stranger, solace hard to find, Nights so dark, mirror to the mind. [Verse 4] Words left unsaid, hearts broken wide, Footsteps alone, no one by my side. Solitude's a friend, numb to the core, Searching for peace, behind a locked door. [Chorus] Cold nights, moonlit sighs, Tears fall, no more lies. Hopes fade, dreams untether, Caught in the storm, lost forever.

[Verse] Beethoven with the bars, rhythm tight harps, Spitting notes like Mozart, composing these sparks, Symphonies in cyphers, canvas in the dark, In the alleyways of Mozart, where the legends embark. [Chorus] Strings and beats collide, an epic ride, Maestro with the mic, tales far and wide, Conducting jazz with raw guides, Orchestra in the hood, no place to hide. [Verse 2] Violins vibing, cellos swelling, Narratives in crescendos, stories compelling, Movement through the measures, no telling, Breathing life into the notes, forever dwelling. [Chorus] Strings and beats collide, an epic ride, Maestro with the mic, tales far and wide, Conducting jazz with raw guides, Orchestra in the hood, no place to hide. [Bridge] Piano keys pound, toms with the drift, Spitting symphonies, a lyrical lift, Conductor's heart pounding, here to gift, From the stage to the block, no myth. [Verse 3] Trumpets blazing, life's cadence, Riddled tales, intense fragrance, Horns bridge reality's absence, Bringing classical rap to life's events.

[Intro] Boom bap, yeah, we don’t cap. Turn my pain into power—this my recap. Uh, I been low, but I bounce back, Let’s talk about it. [Verse 1] Born in Naija, life hit me quick, Pops lost his job, momma had to shift. Hand-me-down fits, no fees for school, Pulled outta class, man, it wasn’t cool. Rice every day—no spice, no mix, No lights at home, gotta learn in the sticks. Officials pull up, "Snip, snip," no jokes, Now they friends with moms, man, life’s a hoax. [Chorus] Boom bap, life hard, I rap facts, No facade, got scars, I snap back. Boom bap, no shame, no sidetracks, Turn struggle into art, now the beat slaps. [Verse 2] BQ livin', six deep in one room, I was ashamed, but my friends stayed true. Pops drove Uber, man, hustled for scraps, Saw him cry once—broke my heart in half. Malam next door gave us food on loan, Said, "Pay me later," but he knew we were broke. Moms stitched dreams just to keep us afloat, That’s strength, that’s love, man, take some notes. [Chorus] Boom bap, life hard, I rap facts, No facade, got scars, I snap back. Boom bap, no shame, no sidetracks, Turn struggle into art, now the beat slaps. [Bridge] Sold the crib, got a new vibe, first room mine, But the pain don’t hide—nah, it’s all in my mind. Pops beat cancer, but the bills stack high, Borrowed for my sis, still prayin' to the sky. Bless my aunt, she a queen, always came through, Kept the fam afloat when we didn’t have a clue. [Outro] Fake life? Nah, this survival is finesse, Still here, still blessed, still dealing with the stress. Boom bap, this the vibe, this my flex, Turn the pain into flames, what’s next?

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