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Verse 1:  My name emoji,  Flexin' like I’m stony,  Ballin’ like I’m Kobe,  Fuckin' with my homies.  Whippin’ in the L.A.,  Bitches wanna play,  Thuggin’ every day,  Watch me pave the way.  Verse 2:  Stackin’ up the paper,  Never catch me caper,  Haters wanna drape her,  I’m the real ass taper.  Got the city bangin’,  Every block slangin’,  Niggas keep it movin’,  Ain’t no time for losin’.  Chorus:  Emoji, bitch, I’m lit,  Ain’t no counterfeit,  Rollin’ with my clique,  We the ones that hit.  Verse 3:  Ride or die, no lie,  In the sky, we fly,  With my crew, we high,  Bustin’ through the sly.  Caught up in the vibe,  Always stayin’ live,  Ain’t no need to jive,  This the life, we thrive.  Outro:  Emoji on the scene,  Livin’ out the dream,  Ain’t nobody clean,  We the kings, supreme.

[Verse] Kickin' up dust in the neon glow Foot on the gas nowhere to go Cash Marco in the rearview haze Got the night lit up like a blaze [Verse 2] City lights streakin' like memories lost Cash Marco's flow with no exhaust Beat drops heavy like a heart attack We ain't never slowin' never lookin' back [Chorus] Cash Marco where the streets are wild Grindin' hard runnin' free and wild Beat drops hittin' like a thunderclap Turn it up louder make the speakers snap [Bridge] We ride till the dawn till the night gives way Cash Marco in the cut here to stay Bass pulse racing in the blacked-out streets Lost in the rhythm of the midnight beats [Verse 3] Shadows dance in the alleyway mist Cash Marco's touch like a phantom's kiss Every beat drop like a heartbeat loud We own this city we're the outlaw's crowd [Chorus] Cash Marco where the streets are wild Grindin' hard runnin' free and wild Beat drops hittin' like a thunderclap Turn it up louder make the speakers snap

[Verse 1] Seen it all, nights in the trap, dark alleys Broken heart, shattered dreams, tending to my rallies Pills and powder, stitched the pain, shallow valleys Looking for solace, but the devil keeps tallies [Chorus] Smoke in the air, thoughts in a maze Lost my love, didn't faze, days in a daze Wanted her back, but I'm caught in these ways Heartbreak hustle, trapped in the craze [Verse 2] Told her lies, whispered sweet nothings in her ear Blinded by the white, couldn't see her tear Built a kingdom, high walls, from the fear Now I'm king of the ashes, lost to the gear [Bridge] Echoes of fights, her cries in the night Swallowed my pride but found devils in sight Heart's pumping slow, ain't no more light Drugs and heartbreak, drowning in plight [Verse 3] Money rollin' but it's all bloodstained Lost her touch, numbness ingrained Chased paper dreams, heartbeats waned Living nightmares, love unclaimed [Chorus] Smoke in the air, thoughts in a maze Lost my love, didn't faze, days in a daze Wanted her back, but I'm caught in these ways Heartbreak hustle, trapped in the craze

i picked up my phone and kuzey was calling he said that he was geeking i wasnt at my block i was shopping i saw a big ass dildo it was for kuzeys pegging *kuzey on that za* he said that za was hitting at the bed i was hitting i am always in the back so i am receiving he said that he was done giving but i told him to never back down now he is leaning with that cup he is sipping now he go to the barber so he is clean now i can go deep cleaning with my dicky he had a fresh low taper fade so he got that huzz giving and i got a dick massive like the meme he said he didnt know where he went but i did now where he went he went to the party with diddy they were getting freaky he said that diddy was touchy so he got oily and started shaking the booty they were clapping like a rookie so i entered the party and gooned godly with kuzey and diddy kesko think he better we call him ustunbash kuzey loves five lines so he had some snus times kuzey was shot dead at o block rip kuzey amen

Yo, det startede med Keynes, en mand med vision, Han sagde, staten skal styre, når økonomien går i pension. Efterspørgslen er nøglen, brug penge, når det kniber, Investér i jobs og vækst, det er det, der driver. Multiplikatoren kører, pengene ruller tilbage, Når vi skaber beskæftigelse, står samfundet stærkt på sin sag. Krisen i 30’erne lærte os en ting, Staten skal træde til, når økonomien spring’. Keynesianer eller monetarist? Hvem har ret? Hvem har mistet gnist? Statsstyring eller markedets magt? Hvem bygger fremtiden? Hvem står vagt? Yo, så kom Friedman, han sagde, "Stop spillet! Markedet regulerer sig selv – chill lidt." Inflation er fjenden, styr pengepolitikken, Centralbanken styrer festen, det er logikken. Sæt skatten ned, lad markedet blomstre, For meget stat? Det får væksten til at tordne. Neoliberale siger, friheden er alt, For meget regulering gør økonomien kold og fald. Keynesianer eller monetarist? Hvem har ret? Hvem har mistet gnist? Statsstyring eller markedets magt? Hvem bygger fremtiden? Hvem står vagt? Keynes siger: “Brug budgettet, når krisen den rammer!” Friedman svarer: “Nej, det skaber inflationens flammer!” Keynesianerne vil investere i folkets forbrug, Mens monetarister holder styr på pengestrøm og lugt. Staten mod marked, det er kampen, vi ser, Hvem løser krisen bedst? Hvem tager gear? Er det statens hånd eller markedets kraft? Svaret afhænger af, hvem der har magt. Fuck Emil, Philip, Silas og Lars Der ikk nogen af dem der har bars De alle bøsser med dårlige fades De får den i røven, gir’ hinanden AIDS Deres tid er ovre, for vi tager kronen De tager hjem og græder til thai konen Så lad dem prøve, vi er på toppen, De løber rundt, men falder for stoppen. Vi tager sejren, det er vores show, De kan pakke sammen, det er tid til at go. Hver en linje er skarp, vi flækker dem ned, De står i skyggen, mens vi pløkker dem til ukendelighed

Yo, det startede med Keynes, en mand med vision, Han sagde, staten skal styre, når økonomien går i pension. Efterspørgslen er nøglen, brug penge, når det kniber, Investér i jobs og vækst, det er det, der driver. Multiplikatoren kører, pengene ruller tilbage, Når vi skaber beskæftigelse, står samfundet stærkt på sin sag. Krisen i 30’erne lærte os en ting, Staten skal træde til, når økonomien spring’. Keynesianer eller monetarist? Hvem har ret? Hvem har mistet gnist? Statsstyring eller markedets magt? Hvem bygger fremtiden? Hvem står vagt? Yo, så kom Friedman, han sagde, "Stop spillet! Markedet regulerer sig selv – chill lidt." Inflation er fjenden, styr pengepolitikken, Centralbanken styrer festen, det er logikken. Sæt skatten ned, lad markedet blomstre, For meget stat? Det får væksten til at tordne. Neoliberale siger, friheden er alt, For meget regulering gør økonomien kold og fald. Keynesianer eller monetarist? Hvem har ret? Hvem har mistet gnist? Statsstyring eller markedets magt? Hvem bygger fremtiden? Hvem står vagt? Keynes siger: “Brug budgettet, når krisen den rammer!” Friedman svarer: “Nej, det skaber inflationens flammer!” Keynesianerne vil investere i folkets forbrug, Mens monetarister holder styr på pengestrøm og lugt. Staten mod marked, det er kampen, vi ser, Hvem løser krisen bedst? Hvem tager gear? Er det statens hånd eller markedets kraft? Svaret afhænger af, hvem der har magt. Fuck Emil, Philip, Silas og Lars Der ikk nogen af dem der har bars De alle bøsser med dårlige fades De får den i røven, gir’ hinanden AIDS Deres tid er ovre, for vi tager kronen De tager hjem og græder til thai konen Så lad dem prøve, vi er på toppen, De løber rundt, men falder for stoppen. Vi tager sejren, det er vores show, De kan pakke sammen, det er tid til at go. Hver en linje er skarp, vi flækker dem ned, De står i skyggen, mens vi pløkker dem til ukendelighed

Yo, det startede med Keynes, en mand med vision, Han sagde, staten skal styre, når økonomien går i pension. Efterspørgslen er nøglen, brug penge, når det kniber, Investér i jobs og vækst, det er det, der driver. Multiplikatoren kører, pengene ruller tilbage, Når vi skaber beskæftigelse, står samfundet stærkt på sin sag. Krisen i 30’erne lærte os en ting, Staten skal træde til, når økonomien spring’. Refræn Keynesianer eller monetarist? Hvem har ret? Hvem har mistet gnist? Statsstyring eller markedets magt? Hvem bygger fremtiden? Hvem står vagt? Yo, så kom Friedman, han sagde, "Stop spillet! Markedet regulerer sig selv – chill lidt." Inflation er fjenden, styr pengepolitikken, Centralbanken styrer festen, det er logikken. Sæt skatten ned, lad markedet blomstre, For meget stat? Det får væksten til at tordne. Neoliberale siger, friheden er alt, For meget regulering gør økonomien kold og fald. Keynesianer eller monetarist? Hvem har ret? Hvem har mistet gnist? Statsstyring eller markedets magt? Hvem bygger fremtiden? Hvem står vagt? Keynes siger: “Brug budgettet, når krisen den rammer!” Friedman svarer: “Nej, det skaber inflationens flammer!” Keynesianerne vil investere i folkets forbrug, Mens monetarister holder styr på pengestrøm og lugt. Staten mod marked, det er kampen, vi ser, Hvem løser krisen bedst? Hvem tager gear? Er det statens hånd eller markedets kraft? Svaret afhænger af, hvem der har magt. Fuck walz, weber, silas og lars Der ikk nogen af dem der har bars De alle bøsser med dårlige fades De får den i røven, gir’ hinanden AIDS

[Verse] Jumping out the shadows, move silent, creep, Grind mode activated, no time for sleep, City on lock, every block got its stories, Paper in my pocket, no guts, no glory. [Verse 2] Phone keeps ringing, calls ain't friendly, Enemies lurking, I ain't showing any, Streets unforgiving, snake eyes, keep wary, Bag full of schemes and dreams I carry. [Chorus] Grind mode on, no time for leisure, Every step neater, every move measured, Life’s a game of chess, never been checkmated, All bases covered, hustle elevated. [Verse 3] Whispers turn to screams, can't ignore the noise, Cash rules everything around, make the choice, Concrete jungle, predators and prey, Apex in the hood, ain't got time to play. [Bridge] Biting off more than they can chew, amateurs in packs, Fakes keep talking, I just state the facts, Vision always clear, dodging all the traps, Strides of a giant, ain't no going back. [Verse 4] Mind on the mission, heart full of steel, Brothers in the pen, man, I know how it feels, Keep climbing higher till we hitting the peak, Day one's by my side, never switching, we sleek.

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[Verse] In the shadows where we meet Echoes of our heartbeat Whisperin sweet in the heat Tangled up in the concrete [Verse 2] Dark nights guns out-look sharp Pas de deux in alleyways Heart to heart Danger's thrill Plays the part Love and war's deadly art [Chorus] Forbidden pleasures where we roam Wildfires in the combat zone Hand in hand never alone In this world of flesh and chrome [Verse 3] Silhouettes against the flames Whispered truths igniting games Bodies merge in passion's claims Bullets flying without names [Bridge] City's pulse beneath our skin Twisted love where we begin Holding tight through thick and thin Craving sins in battles win [Verse 4] Inch by inch we live this life Balancing on edge of knife Desires cut through all the strife Like fire lighting up the night

[Verse] Cerebrum heating up, cortex ready in gear, Brain waves surgin', data runnin' crystal clear, Memory banks thick, packed with life's scenes, Direct motor moves, coded like pristine. [Verse 2] Thalamus on the rhythm, emotion sharp as blade, Heart beat poundin', every feelin' displayed, Words flowin', neurons sparkin' like fire, Speech on the mic, raisin’ levels higher. [Chorus] Thoughts interlace, synapse in collision, Mind's a labyrinth, tricky precision, Brainstormers, dreamers, cortex glowin’ bright, In the hustle, neurons dance through the night. [Verse 3] Sensory influx, signals on fleek, Perceptions deep, no room for the weak, Action commands, brain sends orders swift, Problem solvin', brain power got the gift. [Verse 4] Hard drives filled, memories etched in stone, Recollectin' past battles, lessons condone, Motor control prime, movement fluid and tight, Synaptic sparks light, ignitin' the fight. [Chorus] Thoughts interlace, synapse in collision, Mind's a labyrinth, tricky precision, Brainstormers, dreamers, cortex glowin’ bright, In the hustle, neurons dance through the night.

[Verse] Welcome to the mind's haze Where senses play in endless maze Signal whispers loud and clear Memory's path steers us near [Verse 2] Thoughts are racing through the vein Motor moves in measured gain Speech erupts from silent walls Problem solving never stalls [Chorus] Cerebrum lights the endless way Guide us through both night and day Every moment lives and breathes In this labyrinth of dreams and needs [Bridge] Thalamus speaks in riddles deep Emotion's well where secrets sleep Feel the pulse of what’s inside Nothing left to run and hide [Verse 3] Information's constant stream Builds the fabric of our dream Directs the motions Guides our steps Through the highs and lowest depths [Verse 4] In the cerebral light's embrace Every thought and every trace Carries whispers from the soul Completing us Making whole