Lovalovers

[Verse] Hazy nights, neon glow, whiskey's my cologne, Dartin' through these streets where the devil makes his home. Pocket filled with dreams, empty wallet, gold tone. Chasin' after glory but I'm walkin' all alone. [Chorus] Feelin' like a cowboy, truth be my saddle, Life’s a wild beast, every day’s a battle. Silver chain swingin', heartbeat packs metal, Ride into the storm, let these shadows settle. [Verse 2] Spilled thoughts pour like liquor on the tile, Tongue sharp wit, razor blade smile. Sunset drips, bleedin' out for a while, But I'm still here, fueled by heartbreak style. [Bridge] Mirror cracked, reflect the chaos in my blood, Flooded veins pump lightning, born of mud. Turn pain to platinum, turn ash into buds, I’m the phoenix climbin' back from the flood. [Chorus] Feelin' like a cowboy, truth be my saddle, Life’s a wild beast, every day’s a battle. Silver chain swingin', heartbeat packs metal, Ride into the storm, let these shadows settle. [Verse 3] Echoes of a past life haunt my step's tread, Had to bury hopes deep, skeletons in my head. Every scar on my soul, words I never said, Yet the path I walk glows where the fearless bled.

Back in the day, we ran so wild, Young and reckless, hearts like fire. Late-night walks in hometown streets, Never thought time would move this fast on me. But here we stand, a little gray, Laugh lines show the price we paid. Through every turn, through every sin, Still got your back, still got that grin. Now we’re brothers in our 40s, still standing tall, We’ve seen some wins, we’ve had some falls. Life keeps changing, but one thing’s true, No matter what, I’ve got you. Built our lives, got scars to show, Lessons learned, still room to grow. Kids and work, responsibilities stack high, But some things money just can’t buy. Through the years, through thick and thin, We’ve lost some, but we still stand. No road too long, no dream too late, Still got time to celebrate. Now we’re brothers in our 40s, still standing tall, We’ve seen some wins, we’ve had some falls. Life keeps changing, but one thing’s true, No matter what, I’ve got you. (Love my brother) You are better at golf ya better boast. Just like folks knowledge to make bread toast. Here’s to the days still yet to come, Ain’t slowing down, we’re not done. (no need for booze to have fun) Brothers in our 40s, the story goes on, Still laughing, still strong. Through every high, through every low, Side by side, we’ll always go. (happy birthday to my bro) 44 is the new 23. Love ya brother forever. Forever more. Until i'm unable to.. stand when I pee. Happy 44 My bro is getting older Houston aint getting colder. Happy birthday Miho (Forty Four) Halfway to sanity. 88 Miles Per Hour To the past, to the future, to now.

Dear coco I'm sorry that boy is your father, let me be honest It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive I look at him and wish his dad woulda wore a condom I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then bark behind him Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown And you're a good dog that need good leadership Let HTR music be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you shit Never put lotion on your dick son Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, so Never fall in the kfc business, that's bad religion Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you're a Black dog Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what lotion did Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treat your moms Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure Five percent will comprehend, but ninety-five is lost Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you eighteen Dear Alison Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them He beats his meat with vaseline and then pisses all over his bed You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded Dear Alison, you gave birth to a masterbaitor Even usin' you to prove who he is is a huge favor I think you should ask for more vaseline and more vaseline I'm blamin' you for all his watermelon addictions Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim You raised a horrible fuckin' person, the nerve of you, alison alison, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with orange tsunimai , I think meat beaters like him should die Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest their life Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better He got vaseline on ho-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's meat beaters like him lurkin' Fuck a goon battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose I been in this industry twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas Mr beast said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines The Embassy 'bout to get raided too, it's only a matter of time Ayy, LeBron, ke

Back in the day, we ran so wild, Young and reckless, hearts like fire. Late-night walks in hometown streets, Never thought time would move this fast on me. But here we stand, a little gray, Laugh lines show the price we paid. Through every turn, through every sin, Still got your back, still got that grin. Now we’re brothers in our 40s, still standing tall, We’ve seen some wins, we’ve had some falls. Life keeps changing, but one thing’s true, No matter what, I’ve got you. Built our lives, got scars to show, Lessons learned, still room to grow. Kids and work, responsibilities stack high, But some things money just can’t buy. Through the years, through thick and thin, We’ve lost some, but we still stand. No road too long, no dream too late, Still got time to celebrate. Now we’re brothers in our 40s, still standing tall, We’ve seen some wins, we’ve had some falls. Life keeps changing, but one thing’s true, No matter what, I’ve got you. (Love my brother) Tetotalers cannot raise a toast, To all the times we love the most. Here’s to the days still yet to come, Ain’t slowing down, we’re not done. (no need for booze to have fun) Brothers in our 40s, the story goes on, Still laughing, still strong. Through every high, through every low, Side by side, we’ll always go. (happy birthday to my bro) Move 43 should be on your playlist.

Ayo, Zach, shut the fuck up and listen, Mouth always full, but your brain stay missin’. I ain't tryna be nice, I ain't tryna be sweet, You built like a fridge with some fucked-up feet. You walk in a room, and the floor start screamin’, Heart workin’ overtime, damn, that bitch wheezin’. Every chair you sit in turn into a grave, Rest in peace to the couch that you sat on today. You talk all that shit, but your jaw stay chewin’, Lips greasy as fuck, crumbs always brewin’. Tried to fight hunger, but hunger won twice, Only time you fast is when they forget the rice. Too much on your plate, too much in your face, Tryna run shit? Bitch, you losin’ the race. Say you got hands? Nah, you outta breath, Might win a marathon—if the prize is death. Golden Corral got your ass on a blacklist, Took too much food, left the buffet in a casket. McDonald’s employees start callin’ in sick, When they see your fat ass waddlin’ in quick. Tried to fight back, but your punches too slow, Even your shadow be laggin’ behind when you go. Said you got style? Bro, you lyin’ for real, Only drip you got is from your Big Mac meal. You ain’t built, you just built like a truck, Seatbelt stretchin’, that shit outta luck. Uber Eats blockin’, DoorDash quit, Even the pizza guy said, “Fuck this shit.” Too much on your plate, too much in your face, Tryna run shit? Bitch, you losin’ the race. Say you got hands? Nah, you outta breath, Might win a marathon—if the prize is death. Stomach so big, got its own damn zip, NASA called up, said, “Yo, this a trip.” Your ass blockin’ sunlight, causin’ eclipse, Everywhere you go, the ground just rips. Say you a beast? Nah, you a mess, Only thing you kill is a family-sized vest. Pants scream mercy, shirts beg for air, Even your shoes gave up—ain’t nothin’ fair. Yeah, we done here, ain't no debate, Go ahead, Zach, clean your plate. But next time you step, better come correct, ‘Cause the only thing full is your damn regret. That’s straight-up savage. Zach might need a damn therapist after this one.

[Verse 1] Clock in, 10 PM, gotta run the store Night shift grind, seen it all before Lights hum low, but my game stay bright In the aisles, stocking dreams under neon light Pushing carts through the frozen section Deli crew wild, no time for correction Breakroom smells like burnt coffee and stress Payroll tight, but I still do my best [Chorus] Night shift hustle, stacking that bread Barcode life, got the scanner on red Clock don’t stop, so we do what we do Big Y livin’, gotta see the night through [Verse 2] Late-night lurkers, coupons in hand Granny with the cents-off, she don’t understand Teenagers wildin’, tryna boost some beer But I seen that move like a cashier seer Frozen truck’s late, gotta break down the load Stockroom packed like a Tetris code Overnight crew got jokes for days Talk smack, stack shelves, then part our ways [Chorus] Night shift hustle, stacking that bread Barcode life, got the scanner on red Clock don’t stop, so we do what we do Big Y livin’, gotta see the night through [Bridge] Price check drama on aisle three Milk spill mess, man, that’s all on me Manager mode, gotta hold it down When the sun comes up, I’m ghost in this town [Verse 3] Boss calls in, says "keep it tight" Gotta watch the cameras, keep it light Dreamin’ of a day shift, 9 to 5 But the night grind’s mine, and I keep it live [Chorus - Repeat & Fade Out] Night shift hustle, stacking that bread Barcode life, got the scanner on red Clock don’t stop, so we do what we do Big Y livin’, gotta see the night through

[Verse] Beats in my brain, sharp as a barber blade, Echoes in the alleys where the hustlers get paid. Sweat on the pavement, dreams in the jet stream, Chasing neon nights, city flickers like a meme. [Chorus] Bounce with the rhythm, let the speakers explode, Turn a cracked sidewalk into a gold-paved road. Drums on the heart, basslines in the soul, Spit fire in the dark, watch the story unfold. [Verse 2] Verses hit heavy, like thunder with no storm, Heat in the cipher, every word born deformed. Foreman gloves grip tight, swinging words raw, Every bar hits harder, no space for the flaw. [Bridge] Life's a corner store, aisles stacked with stories, From Ramen noodles to puffed-up glories. Pick a bag of metaphors, cash in on dreams, Rip the seams, let it spill light on the schemes. [Verse 3] Flipping out phonemes, Olympics of syntax, Running laps with my shadow on the train tracks. Graffiti nights whisper secrets to steel beasts, While I plot bars over beats, gourmet feasts. [Chorus] Bounce with the rhythm, let the speakers explode, Turn a cracked sidewalk into a gold-paved road. Drums on the heart, basslines in the soul, Spit fire in the dark, watch the story unfold.

(Chorus) I’m deep in the game, yeah, I’m lost in the code Built my own world, Blender dreams in overload Jumpin' through maps, got that Gorilla Tag mode Never backin' down, yeah, I’m always in go (Verse 1) Headset on, I'm locked in, no pause Hands on the walls, swingin' like I’m a boss In the jungle gym, every jump precise Climbed out the dark, now I’m into the lights Craftin' new worlds, every pixel's my own In the virtual zone, where I’m king of the throne They doubted my grind, now my XP shows I hit the respawn, turned my lows into pros (Pre-Chorus) Ain’t no lag when I’m makin' these moves Life’s a speedrun, I don’t ever hit snooze They tryna catch up, but I’m out of the view While they loadin' up, I’m already on new (Chorus) I’m deep in the game, yeah, I’m lost in the code Built my own world, Blender dreams in overload Jumpin' through maps, got that Gorilla Tag mode Never backin' down, yeah, I’m always in go (Verse 2) Swingin' through obstacles, agile like an ape From the wires to the wires, yeah, I built my escape Life threw the glitches, but I patched every flaw Now I’m levelin' up while they stuck in the draw Ain’t no render time, I’m movin' too fast I’m the hidden gem, found in every contrast From the screen to the scene, made the digital real Now my visions 3D, yeah, I’m breakin' the seal (Bridge) I see the world through a VR lens Dodgin' the traps, I don't play to pretend When life gets rough, I just double jump higher Fuel in my tank, yeah, I’m all out of tired (Chorus) I’m deep in the game, yeah, I’m lost in the code Built my own world, Blender dreams in overload Jumpin' through maps, got that Gorilla Tag mode Never backin' down, yeah, I’m always in go

[Verse] Got my sneakers scuffed, pavement's my best friend. Night shift calls me back, never see the day's end. Dreams in my pocket, wallet on a slim fast. Chase this cheddar harder than a dog chasing gym rats. [Chorus] Hustle all day, streets ain't forgiving. Counting these L's, they the cost of living. Sweat on my brow, grind past the limit. World in my hands, every move ain't timid. [Verse 2] Boss moves only, chessboard’s my blueprint. Hours on my wrist, never loan out a loose cent. Broadway lights? Nah, moonlights my stage light. Every punch in's a jab; my life stays in fight night. [Chorus] Hustle all day, streets ain't forgiving. Counting these L's, they the cost of living. Sweat on my brow, grind past the limit. World in my hands, every move ain't timid. [Bridge] Rain taps windowpanes, that's the applause. Lonely echo follows, chasing my own cause. Wheels on the pavement scream louder than silence. Paper stacks a truce, no room for violence. [Verse 3] City’s full of wolves, I’m a shepherd with no fleece. Feed my fam ambition, slinging hope in a piece. Every corner’s raw drama, streets got no filters. Cashed in stress, credit for dreams, never slithered.

Pisze rap mimo setki problemow Codziennie sa nowe wez nic nawet mi nie mow Pierdole problemy bo życie jest za krotkie wiec albo postarasz albo hop za burte problemy ziom tak ja usuwam je hurtem wrzucam do rzeki rapu i odplywaja z nurtem. Odpalam spliffa i czas mi tak umyka zawsze w moim sercu EPR ekipa. Czy Krakow czy Lodz ja czuje sie jak w domu mieszkania na obczyznie nie zycze nikomu. Pieniadze ziomek ci szczescia nie dadza przeciez bez pieniedzy jakos sobie ludzie w zyciu radza w przyjazni i w rodzinie odnajdziesz sedno zycia pojmiesz ze dzieki nim masz cele do zdobycia. Pomagac ludziom to bardzo fajna sprawa ale uwazaj ziom bo to sliska jest murawa. Ref. EPR sklad nas problemy omijaja to jest wilkow stada sila jej sie nie imaja EPR sklad nas problemy omijaja to jest wilkow stada sila jej sie nie imaja Jak masz jakis problem to wyrzuc go za siebie Bo nic tak nie doluje jak wlasne sumieje Problemów stos wciaz trzyma cie na ziemi musisz przezwyciezyc stres zeby swoje życie zmienic Ten caly ciezar choc ciagle na twej głowie możesz podjąć kroki zebym temu tu zapobiec Wiec ruszaj do przodu mimo setki problemów I nie zatrzymuj sie choc bys dalej biec juz nie mogl Bo poddasz sie jak juz prawie to zrobiłeś Choc tak malo brakowalo to ty w siebie zwątpiłes Energie do dzialania musisz czerpac z wkurwienie skumuluj swoj gniew bo masz duzo do zrobienia Bierz przyklad z nas i naszych mozliwosci tak jak KML korzystaj z tych zielonych roslin I w pełni gotowości cisnij po całości bo do lepszego swiata szykuje cie ten poscig Pamietaj ze twoje szczęście to priorytet wiec spróbuj tak jak ja z rapem iść przez zycie Nie przejmuj sie tym całym negatywnym shitem tylko rozsiadz sie wygodnie z jakims drinkiem i spliffem Ref. EPR sklad nas problemy omijaja to jest wilkow stada sila jej sie nie imaja EPR sklad nas problemy omijaja to jest wilkow stada sila jej sie nie imaja

Idę parkiem, jak z cebra pada, kaptur zakładam i idę nadal. Na chodnik postać blada ciężko upada, obok dom sąsiada - ktoś tam wciąż się skrada. Ze sobą narada: spadać czy to zbadać? Coś podpowiada: zostaw, nie wypada. Dylemat nie lada bo wypada nie zostawiać, lecz postać blada weszła za mroku parawan... Ciężka sprawa, cień na mnie nie pada, w dziwny stan to wprawia jak Szeherezada. Nagle skurcz mnie dopada więc na ławce siadam, a do drzwi sąsiada dobija się jakaś stara baba. Chora faza, to pewnie ta mocna trawa... Rozważam: po co była mi ta nocna wyprawa? i zauważam, że z placu zabaw idzie parada... Na czele - postać blada - psycha niedomaga! ref: Chory film, chory Ty i chory ja, to chore dni, chore sny i chory świat, upiory w nim budzą dziś upiory w nas, nie znamy ich choć ich ryj to lustra twarz. To chory film, chory Ty i chory ja, to chore dni, chore sny i chory świat, w tym świecie żyj brat, idź, upływa czas, byś dożył chwil gdy to Ty pokonasz strach. Zmiana kadru - poranek, Nowa Huta. W przemoczonych butach szukam co tak stuka. To chyba tutaj, w drzwiach judasz, pukam, czekam, słucham, nic, wjeżdżam z buta. Okiem rzucam: hala w chuj długa, żarówa mruga, sufit wsparty jest na stalowych słupach, na jednym z nich krwi struga, pod nim kałuża... Kurwa! wzrósł już puls - druga stówa! W przód się posuwam bo klamka zepsuta, hala czarna jak dupa, nawet na ścianach kupa. To dom Belzebuba, chyba umrę już tutaj choć adrenalina w żyłach ożywiłaby trupa. Brzęczy mi w uszach - to dźwięki łańcucha, coś jak z filmu o duchach. Co jeśli to kostucha?! Już chłód czuję w płucach - chmura pary gdy chucham, nagle ból jak chuj - nóż wystajemi z brzucha ref: Chory film, chory Ty i chory ja, to chore dni, chore sny i chory świat, upiory w nim budzą dziś upiory w nas, nie znamy ich choć ich ryj to lustra twarz. To chory film, chory Ty i chory ja, to chore dni, chore sny i chory świat, w tym świecie żyj brat, idź, upływa czas, byś dożył chwil gdy to Ty pokonasz strach. Kolejna kulminacja, znów mrugają światła, na stole leżę, brak mi tchu, to operacja? incepcja - niewolnik snów? Co to za akcja? W brzuchu już nie tkwi nóż, za to dezorientacja. Pęka czaszka, ból wciąż narasta od najmniejszych palców u stóp aż po kaftan. W płucach znów czuję chłód plus krwią kasłam. U drzwi klucz i klamka w dół - to duchy w maskach! Serca palpitacja, krew staje się rzadsza. Chciałbym ryj drzeć lecz w gardle drzazga. Wchodzi jakaś laska, też na twarzy maska, cera jak wapno jasna, do diaska... W końcu czas łaski nastał - budzi mnie matka: "Wstawaj, już trzynasta, przyszła do Ciebie paczka." Po nocy spocony, co w paczce, sprawdzam... szok - na zdjęciu: w masce blada laska...

[Intro] Yeah! Suno… Sach bolne ka time aa gaya! [Verse 1] Kehte hain azaadi Par sab bandh hai Haq ki baatein yahan manaa hai Kanoon likha par insaaf nahi Janta dukhi Sarjhukaa bhari [Chorus] Sarkar ke daayre Humko gheere hai Aasman chhune ki baat kahan hai Sapne toot-te jaise kangaal ban gaye Aur hum chup rahe to gumnaam ban gaye [Verse 2] Umeed ke jugnu bujhne lage hai Aag jo hamesha dil mein lage hai Sachai se darte hai yeh log Raasta bhi banaya to mod diya per log [Chorus] Sarkar ke daayre Humko gheere hai Aasman chhune ki baat kahan hai Sapne toot-te jaise kangaal ban gaye Aur hum chup rahe to gumnaam ban gaye [Bridge] Deewar uchi Par girne wali hai Aawaazon mein aawaaz milane wali hai Ek waqt hoga jab sab khatam hoga Aur insaaf ka suraj charh raha hoga