The Rise of the Tech Barons

[Verse] Asad Khan ka naam hai sab ke liye khauf Dushman hain bekarar par hum hain unke paas jawab Jab hum chalenge to raat bhi din ban jaayegi Kadam se kadam milayenge duniya thodi si hil jaayegi [Verse 2] Sannate ko humne apni saanso se bhara Zameen bhi aasmaan ko poochti hai keh pura Khabar hai saare shehr ko jaise baarish ki maang Hum hain woh dhoop jo sheeshe se nikalkar aaye zinda [Chorus] Dhai akshar mein keh diya jo thehr gaya Dil se jo nikalta hai wahin toh sach hai bhai Khalipan ko bharte hain hum apni baaton se Dekh lo naye asaar hain aasmanon mein sab bhai [Bridge] Kahaniyon ke panno mein phir se zikr ho hamara Raat jo soyi thi woh ab jaag raha sara Sapno ke nagar se hum aate hain waapas Sab kuch hai humare paas dikhate hain yeh paas [Verse 3] Kadamon ke nishan hain yeh har raah pe Dekho toh milega humara naam jagah pe Raat bhi thami thi humare intezaar mein Hum kuchh kahne aaye hain phir se iss bazaar mein [Chorus] Dhai akshar mein keh diya jo thehr gaya Dil se jo nikalta hai wahin toh sach hai bhai Khalipan ko bharte hain hum apni baaton se Dekh lo naye asaar hain aasmanon mein sab bhai

[Verse] Asad Khan ka naam hai sab ke liye khauf Dushman hain bekarar par hum hain unke paas jawab Jab hum chalenge to raat bhi din ban jaayegi Kadam se kadam milayenge duniya thodi si hil jaayegi [Verse 2] Chand taron ke sang humari yeh kahani Har mod pe milte hain raaz purani Humse takrayega to hoga maloom Aandhi se kam nahin hai humari dastoor [Chorus] Asad Khan ki sena hai sabse bara Har ek muqabla jeet te hai pataka Dilon mein jalta hai jazba aur junoon Bina kisi darr ke chale aagey humoon [Verse 3] Dushman ke dilo mein sirf humara dar Chuppi ki chaadar mein chupa hai unka ghar Hawaon mein ghul rahi hai asar humara Deewarein bhi bol rahi hai naam hamara [Bridge] Jung ka maidan ho ya ho koi bahaana Asad Khan ka saath har koi chahta hai paana Doston ki list mein hum sabse agge Dushmanon ko milta hai humari nafrat ka saag [Chorus] Asad Khan ki sena hai sabse bara Har ek muqabla jeet te hai pataka Dilon mein jalta hai jazba aur junoon Bina kisi darr ke chale aagey humoon

[Verse] Ice is cold but hearts are warm Lugano rides the winning storm Fans unite in black and white Victory in every fight [Chorus] Forza Lugano we stand tall Hear our battle call Pucks will fly we're born to win Let the championship begin [Verse] Skates are sharp and minds are clear In our town we have no fear From the rink to every home Lugano fights we aren’t alone [Chorus] Forza Lugano we stand tall Hear our battle call Pucks will fly we're born to win Let the championship begin [Bridge] Under lights our spirits soar Every goal we love and roar Together we will rule the ice Lugano’s heart our paradise [Chorus] Forza Lugano we stand tall Hear our battle call Pucks will fly we're born to win Let the championship begin

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(Verse 1) Yo, it’s time to expose, no holding back the truth, RNG’s a circus, clowns without a booth. Paid by pedos and furries just to guard their fights, Sellin’ out for scraps, their morals take flight. They front like they're tough, but it’s all for show, Puppets on a string, where the creeps' cash flow. They call themselves a gang? Nah, they’re just pawns, Defending predators while the real ones yawn. Chorus (Umras): Umras, the bully, with a thirst for blood, Needs to get a life, and get a job, instead. Skylife8, the best, in a league of his own, While Umras folds, lacking hella chromozones. (Verse 2) Yo, XRP, let’s talk, y’all ain’t slick, Luring in kids with shiny tricks. Droppin’ items in the Pit, acting like saints, But behind the scenes, it’s a predator’s bait. They play the hero role, but it’s all deceit, Using gifts to trap kids, it’s twisted and bleak. XRP’s their name, but the game’s so foul, Clout-chasin’ frauds in a predator’s prowl. Chorus (XRP): XRP, the fakes, preying on the young, Offering free loot with venom on their tongue. Behind the smiles, they’re predators in disguise, Exposed in the Pit, now watch their lies die. (Bridge) Yo, they’re out here guarding losers, that’s their creed, Leechin’ off the filth, planting rotten seeds. But when the real ones pull up, RNG can’t hang, Just a group of clowns in a washed-out gang. (Verse 3) You call it protection; we call it a joke, Funded by furries and creeps who provoke. They’re the pit’s parasites, feeding on shame, No respect, no honor, just a tarnished name. Skylife’s the hero, dismantling their schemes, While RNG’s a nightmare, haunting broken dreams. They’re history now, just a bad memory, Swept out like trash in the Pit’s golden legacy. Chorus (Umras): Umras, the clown, ur nothing but a bundle of sticks, you need to go outside, and get a life. instead. Skylife8, the best, in a league of his own, While Umras is fat, barley standing on his own feet. yn you look like a creep Chorus (XRP): XRP, the fakes, preying on the young, Offering free loot with venom on their tongue. Behind the smiles, they’re predators in disguise, Exposed in the Pit, now watch their lies die. (Outro) So take your payments, your shame, and your lies, RNG’s reign is over; watch ‘em say their goodbyes. This is Skylife’s domain, the Pit’s real king, While RNG crumbles, forgotten, unseen.

We woke up to sunrise over broken glass, Knocking the “B” off the post office fast. Dirt-stained sneakers and busted dreams, Nothing’s easy when you’re born to extremes. Trouble ain’t just a phase—it’s our fate, Population 350 but the odds came late. Pre-Chorus We had fire in our blood, pride in our dirt, A whole lotta damage but we made it work. Some died young, others lived on a dare, And the few of us left got stories to share. Chorus This is the Bardolph mafia way, Where you don’t look back—just dig your grave. We lived wild, we died young, A town too small but the legends run. You ain’t seen hell till you’ve been to the post, 350’s a number, but we’re the ghosts. Yeah, Population 350—the stories never fade away. Verse 2 We spent nights in cornfields with bottles to burn, Days dodging sheriffs ‘til the tables turned. One of us wore a suit, became the mayor, The rest stayed broke, still hustling prayers. They say a town like this don’t leave a mark, But scars last longer than shadows in the dark. Bridge We are the echoes of small-town lore, The mayor’s just proof we wanted more. We rise, we fall, we do it again, They count the dead, but they can’t count our sins. From the gravel roads to the neon flames, Bardolph Mafia’s more than a name. Outro We raised hell, we laughed at the sky, Most of us burned out before our time. But for those still standing with pride in their veins, Bardolph Mafia runs forever in their chains. So raise your glass to the broken and lost, Here’s to the fire—no matter the cost. Population 350, but the spirit stays the same.

[Verse] Mom’s voice echoes loud like thunder Tears me down makes me wonder Is there more than this cage of glass Shattered hope my heart won’t last [Verse 2] Every love leaves me smaller Like a doll never getting taller Girls take my heart piece by piece Left with emptiness no release [Chorus] Pieces of me scattered on the floor Each one’s taken left through the door Where’s the life I’m longing for Closed my eyes I can’t find more [Verse 3] Mom’s harsh words they never soften Wounds reopened far too often Dreams of peace they turn to dust Trusting love’s a foolish trust [Bridge] In the dark searching for light Lose a bit of me each night Catch a glimpse then it’s gone Struggling just to hold on [Chorus] Pieces of me scattered on the floor Each one’s taken left through the door Where’s the life I’m longing for Closed my eyes I can’t find more

How we Became...Heeeeeroes....

When I find I have become 130, Angela Holling comes to me Speaking words of Wrendom, let it crust And in my Silver Spoon Goon she is bumping right in front of me Speaking words of Wrendom, let it crust Let it crust, let it crust, let it crust, let it crust Whisper words of Wrendom, let it crust And when I beat my meat to Bump Burns, he will teach Wrenthology There will be an Arctan, let it crust For though they are still hungry, there is still a Tonganometry There will be an Arctan, let it crust Let it crust, let it crust, let it crust, let it crust There will be an Arctan, let it crust Let it crust, let it crust, let it crust, let it crust Whisper words of Wrendom, let it crust Let it crust, let it crust, let it crust, let it crust Whisper words of Wrendom, let it crust, crust And when I am in math class there is still a mark that’s 65 BEM until tomorrow, let it crust I wake up to the sound of Strasspite, Just A Podcast comes to me Speaking words of Wrendom, let it crust And let it crust, let it crust, let it crust, let it crust Whisper words of Wrendom, let it crust And let it crust, let it crust, let it crust, let it crust Whisper words of Wrendom, let it crust

[Verse] I see them mimic every move shadow in their eyes They think they found a groove oh what a sweet disguise They walk in every step I take echoes in the dark But they don’t know the fire it takes to make a broken heart [Chorus] They stare they gawk they imitate my ways But they don't know the cost of living in these days Laughing in the mirror they think they've found a key They’ll never be like me no they'll never be like me [Verse] They paint a picture of my face eyes of a charade But when the lights are out you'll see who really starts to fade Words they like to steal as if I don’t exist But my soul’s a firestorm ready to persist [Chorus] They stare they gawk they imitate my ways But they don't know the cost of living in these days Laughing in the mirror they think they've found a key They’ll never be like me no they'll never be like me [Bridge] Hahahaha they laugh but they don’t see the scars I'm dancing on the edge while they’re stuck behind the bars Pretend all you want but you don’t know the pain Try to be my shadow but we're never the same [Chorus] They stare they gawk they imitate my ways But they don't know the cost of living in these days Laughing in the mirror they think they've found a key They’ll never be like me no they'll never be like me

[Verse] Late nights streetlights cutting through the haze The world’s still broken in its crooked little ways Static on the airwaves same damn tune Running in circles under a tired moon [Verse 2] City's heartbeat lost in muffled cries Smoke screen shadows hide your alibis Walking down these empty boulevards Looking for meaning in the fading stars [Chorus] And we’re lost in the noise can't find our voice Dancing with ghosts don't have a choice Caught in the web of a digital dream Running Running but we never seem to scream [Verse 3] Neon signs flash but they don’t light the way Promises broken in the cold light of day Whispers of stories never told Chasing the echoes of a song that's old [Bridge] The night is a canvas splattered with lies Dreams like firecrackers lighting up the skies Searching for truth in an artificial glow Riding on the edge of what we know [Chorus] And we’re lost in the noise can't find our voice Dancing with ghosts don't have a choice Caught in the web of a digital dream Running Running but we never seem to scream

Zwrotka 1 Jechałem drogą, silnik grał, Gaz w podłodze, w sercu szał. Lecz kogut błysnął w ciemną noc, Policja krzyknęła: „Stop, na pomoc!” Zatrzymuję się, patrzę w bok, A tam legenda, co za wzrok! Krawczyk Krzysztof – mundur lśni, Mówi: „Chłopcze, co ty śnisz?” Refren Parostatkiem, w piękny rejs, Musisz zaśpiewać, jeśli chcesz. Bez mandatu cię puszczę dziś, Ale najpierw zaśpiewaj mi! Zwrotka 2 Mówię: „Panie władzo, proszę, żal, Niech ten mandat pójdzie w dal. Obiecuję, dam z siebie show, Niech mikrofon wzniesie mnie w przestworza flow!” Krawczyk patrzy, kiwa głową, „No to śpiewaj, bracie, zdrowo!” Ja drżę cały, głos mi drży, Ale zaczynam, bo chcę iść! Refren Parostatkiem, w piękny rejs, Musisz zaśpiewać, jeśli chcesz. Bez mandatu cię puszczę dziś, Ale najpierw zaśpiewaj mi! Bridge Ona tańczyła tam, nad wodą, A ja śpiewałem, całą swobodą. Krawczyk w refren włączył się, Czułem, jakby śniło mi się! Zwrotka 3 Gdy skończyłem, cisza trwa, Krzysztof mówi: „Chłopie, gra! Jedź już dalej, ale wiedz, Niech wolniej płynie twój parostatek!” Podziękowałem, rękę dał, I zanim zniknął, jeszcze grał. „Parostatkiem” nucił w głos, A ja uśmiechnięty, na pełny gaz w los. Refren Parostatkiem, w piękny rejs, Musisz zaśpiewać, jeśli chcesz. Bez mandatu cię puści dziś, Krawczyk Krzysztof, śpiewający mistrz!