Self-Portrait in Neon

[Instrumental: Slow, soulful hip hop beat with a melancholic Japanese koto plucking melody, layered over warm basslines and crisp, minimalist snares. A shakuhachi flute weaves in during transitions, evoking introspection. The rhythm feels like a heartbeat—steady but vulnerable.] [Verse 1] Life’s a Studio Ghibli frame, but I’m sketched in harsh lines, Shinji’s doubts in my mirror, screaming “get in the robot” one more time. Usagi’s tears turned tiara—moon princess in the rubble, Rewrite my tragedy like Code Geass, cut the Kishin’s trouble. Loving me’s a cursed technique, Sukuna’s fingers on my soul, But I’m Itadori chewing pain, swallowing to gain control. Vash’s cross ain’t lighter, Trigun’s weight on my back, *Yet every scar’s a JoJo stand—call me “Unbreakable” like Kakyoin’s track. [Chorus] TES FU’s koto cries, but the melody’s self, *Dragon Ball Z to Akira—I’m the shelf where my trauma’s kept. Erased like Tokyo Revengers, but I rewrite my name, *Neon Genesis in my veins—I’m the Eva that chose not to tame. Anime mirrors crack, but the glass still gleams, *Self-love’s the ultimate jutsu—I’m the shadow clone that finally redeemed. [Verse 2] Light’s Death Note guilt, but I’m burning the page, *Kurapika’s chains—not for rage, but to cage my own rage. Mob’s 100% explosion, bottled in a quiet storm, Psycho-Pass hues clear when my heart aligns to the norm. Naruto’s bowl cut crown, but the Nine-Tails’ my pride, *Guts’ Berserk armor cracks—found light where Griffith lied. Zero Two’s horns, darling, they’re just wings in disguise, *Cowboy Bebop blues—I’m my own damn surprise. [Chorus] TES FU’s koto cries, but the melody’s self, *Dragon Ball Z to Akira—I’m the shelf where my trauma’s kept. Erased like Tokyo Revengers, but I rewrite my name, *Neon Genesis in my veins—I’m the Eva that chose not to tame. Anime mirrors crack, but the glass still gleams, *Self-love’s the ultimate jutsu—I’m the shadow clone that finally redeemed. [Bridge] Fullmetal heart, alchemist of my worth, *Equivalent exchange—traded doubt for the Earth. Lelouch’s mask shattered, now I face the sunrise raw, *Spike Spiegel’s last shot—bang… my reflection’s the flaw. [Outro] Beat fades slow, shakuhachi hums a Zen koan, “The hero’s journey ends where the self feels known.” From Uzumaki’s spiral to Sailor Moon’s grace, *I’m the mangaka of my soul—inking love in the margins of space. [Beat fades with a lone koto string vibrating and a soft anime echo:] “Even fractured… I am still the art.”

[Instrumental: Slow, soulful hip hop beat with a melancholic Japanese koto plucking melody, layered over warm basslines and crisp, minimalist snares. A shakuhachi flute weaves in during transitions, evoking introspection. The rhythm feels like a heartbeat—steady but vulnerable.] [Verse 1] Life’s a Studio Ghibli frame, but I’m sketched in harsh lines, Shinji’s doubts in my mirror, screaming “get in the robot” one more time. Usagi’s tears turned tiara—moon princess in the rubble, Rewrite my tragedy like Code Geass, cut the Kishin’s trouble. Loving me’s a cursed technique, Sukuna’s fingers on my soul, But I’m Itadori chewing pain, swallowing to gain control. Vash’s cross ain’t lighter, Trigun’s weight on my back, *Yet every scar’s a JoJo stand—call me “Unbreakable” like Kakyoin’s track. [Chorus] TES FU’s koto cries, but the melody’s self, *Dragon Ball Z to Akira—I’m the shelf where my trauma’s kept. Erased like Tokyo Revengers, but I rewrite my name, *Neon Genesis in my veins—I’m the Eva that chose not to tame. Anime mirrors crack, but the glass still gleams, *Self-love’s the ultimate jutsu—I’m the shadow clone that finally redeemed. [Verse 2] Light’s Death Note guilt, but I’m burning the page, *Kurapika’s chains—not for rage, but to cage my own rage. Mob’s 100% explosion, bottled in a quiet storm, Psycho-Pass hues clear when my heart aligns to the norm. Naruto’s bowl cut crown, but the Nine-Tails’ my pride, *Guts’ Berserk armor cracks—found light where Griffith lied. Zero Two’s horns, darling, they’re just wings in disguise, *Cowboy Bebop blues—I’m my own damn surprise. [Chorus] TES FU’s koto cries, but the melody’s self, *Dragon Ball Z to Akira—I’m the shelf where my trauma’s kept. Erased like Tokyo Revengers, but I rewrite my name, *Neon Genesis in my veins—I’m the Eva that chose not to tame. Anime mirrors crack, but the glass still gleams, *Self-love’s the ultimate jutsu—I’m the shadow clone that finally redeemed. [Bridge] Fullmetal heart, alchemist of my worth, *Equivalent exchange—traded doubt for the Earth. Lelouch’s mask shattered, now I face the sunrise raw, *Spike Spiegel’s last shot—bang… my reflection’s the flaw. [Outro] Beat fades slow, shakuhachi hums a Zen koan, “The hero’s journey ends where the self feels known.” From Uzumaki’s spiral to Sailor Moon’s grace, *I’m the mangaka of my soul—inking love in the margins of space. [Beat fades with a lone koto string vibrating and a soft anime echo:] “Even fractured… I am still the art.”

So, beautiful artists, it"s time to clean up your enormous messes and get ready to go. Put your stuff back where it belongs, make sure you wash out your damn coffee mugs and don"t leave your dirty brushes in the sinks. You did amazing work but now it"s time to stop and get serious about clean up. Also, you should bring me a lot of treats, especially boba tea and chocolate. And don"t go on your damn phones until everything is clean and tidy!

[Intro] Yo, yo, das hier geht raus an meinen Bro, Sebastian am Start, du weißt, wie’s läuft – let’s go! 12 Jahre jung, doch schon ein echter King, Mach den Beat an, das ist sein Ding! [Verse 1] Er ist super nett, immer korrekt, Bleibt real, egal was kommt – Respekt! Mit braunen Haaren, fresh im Style, Lächelt dich an und das macht ihn nice! Er hört Deutschrap, kennt jeden Track, Von Capital Bra bis Samra – perfekt! Flowt mit dem Kopf, wenn der Beat ihn packt, Kommst du mit Hate? Nein, er bleibt relaxed! Egal ob im Park oder auf dem Schulhof, Immer am Start, immer gut drauf! Kein Platz für Stress, er bleibt entspannt, Sebastian – der Junge mit Verstand! [Hook] S-E-B-A-S-T-I-A-N, Jeder hier weiß, er ist unser Fan! Loyal und cool, ein Ehrenmann, Gebt ihm ein Mic – er zeigt euch, wer kann! [Verse 2] In der Schule am Start, macht alles mit, Doch nach den Hausis – Deutschrap-Hit! Boxfresh Sneakers, Hoodie sitzt tight, Kommt mit dem Style, ready to fight! Er lacht viel, bleibt immer fair, Teilt mit den Jungs – gönnt einfach mehr! Komm mal vorbei, dann siehst du schnell, Mit Sebastian wird’s nie langweilig, gell? Egal ob Sonne, egal ob Regen, Er bringt die Laune, das ist sein Segen! Draußen am Ballen oder chillen im Haus, Sebastian reißt es – Applaus, Applaus! [Hook] S-E-B-A-S-T-I-A-N, Jeder hier weiß, er ist unser Fan! Loyal und cool, ein Ehrenmann, Gebt ihm ein Mic – er zeigt euch, wer kann! [Bridge] 12 Jahre jung, doch schon so real, Mit ihm unterwegs? Immer stabil! Macht keinen Stress, bleibt immer fair, Sebastian – bester Typ, keine Frage mehr! Er lacht, er hilft, er hält immer Wort, Jeder will chillen, denn keiner will fort! Niemals allein, er bleibt bei dir, Gib ihm "nen Beat und er rockt das hier! [Verse 3] Manche sind fake, doch er bleibt echt, Gibt immer Respekt, weil er’s auch schätzt! Karma ist wichtig, das weiß er genau, Wer cool bleibt, bleibt immer im Bau! Baut keine Filme, bleibt auf dem Boden, Macht was er liebt, ist nicht am Proben! Spielt sein Game, auf seine Art, Sebastian regelt, denn er hat den Start! [Hook] S-E-B-A-S-T-I-A-N, Jeder hier weiß, er ist unser Fan! Loyal und cool, ein Ehrenmann, Gebt ihm ein Mic – er zeigt euch, wer kann! [Outro] Das ist sein Song, das ist sein Vibe, Egal was passiert – er bleibt der Hype! Von heute bis morgen, für immer ein Freund, Sebastian, du weißt, dieser Track ist dein!

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[Verse] Midnight cold but your touch warms my skin Stars above flicker where our love begins Empty streets we stroll our shadows dance Held tight in the moment lost in chance [Chorus] Heartstrings they pull tight and they don't lie In your eyes I see the love that won't die Even though the tears fall and we sigh You're my moon and stars in the sky [Verse 2] Whispers soft under moonlight's gentle glow World fades 'round us while the love does grow Hands held tight against the night's sweet chill In your arms it’s only you who makes time still [Chorus] Heartstrings they pull tight and they don't lie In your eyes I see the love that won't die Even though the tears fall and we sigh You're my moon and stars in the sky [Bridge] Lonely echoes fade when you're near Every word you say's a song I hear So even when the nights are grayed with fear I'll find my solace in the love that's clear [Chorus] Heartstrings they pull tight and they don't lie In your eyes I see the love that won't die Even though the tears fall and we sigh You're my moon and stars in the sky

In class, the book opened, sent us back in time, Stonehenge, druids, and Hadrian’s Wall—what a climb! A king thought I was a jester, needed to entertain, With tricks and laughter, I kept my life in the game. (Chorus) At the Tabard Inn, I slept too long, Voices whispered tales, a mysterious song. A magician asked me which Tudor king to restore, I helped Shakespeare, then faced what was in store. (Outro) Royal guards took me on a carriage ride, To America, for Puritan faith, I would decide.

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(Intro – ad-libs) (Ayy, ayy, ayy) No cap, no chat, just facts Opps talk big but they don’t get back Skrrt, bow, slide and attack (Verse 1 – quick flow) I don’t do peace, I don’t do truce (Nah) LV prints on the Moncler goose (Uh) Step in the party, Amiri’s loose .44 tucked, that’s pressure, boost Came from the dirt, now I’m up in Dior (Dior) Opps go broke, they ain't seen no store (Hah) I was in trap, just me and bro Now it's first-class flights, I don’t check no door (Skrrt!) They talk on net, but they ain’t on road Too much cap, I can’t take that load Told bro "Swing it, let that go" We don’t play fair, we just take that soul (Pre-Chorus – bouncy flow) Step, slide, hop out, ride .45 kick like UFC fight Balmain fit when I step outside He talk too much, now he duckin’ his pride (Chorus – heavy drop, ad-libs in background) Step, slide, turn that block to a warzone (Bow) Big Wraith tint, two-tone (Skrrt) No ID when I step, I’m known (Uh) Opps go ghost when they hear that tone (Brrt) Step, slide, AP buss, no lie (No lie) 100 on me, that’s light (That’s light) I don’t do talk, I don’t do type Spin that whip, we take that stripe (Verse 2 – aggressive, direct bars) Stone Island tags when I’m posted (Hah) G19, keep it close like a best friend (Brrt) Big dog talk, no rodents (Uh) I was OT tryna flip me a whole 10 (Facts) Balenciaga, step in clean Gotta stay low ‘cause the feds too keen If I see that boy, make a movie scene No cut, no take, just red on screen (Bow!) (Bridge – switch-up for build-up) LV, Gucci, Prada tags Penthouse view, no council flats I was on block, had to move them packs Now it's AMGs with digital dash (Chorus – repeat with extra energy) Step, slide, turn that block to a warzone (Bow) Big Wraith tint, two-tone (Skrrt) No ID when I step, I’m known (Uh) Opps go ghost when they hear that tone (Brrt) Step, slide, AP buss, no lie (No lie) 100 on me, that’s light (That’s light) I don’t do talk, I don’t do type Spin that whip, we take that stripe (Outro – ad-libs, fading energy) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Bow) They don’t want war, they just talk online (Nah) Spin that coupe, we don’t waste no time (Skrrt) You know what it is...

🎵 [Chorus] (Soulja Boy this project, oh!) Watch me plan, watch me draft, Plot that research, then make a graph, Now you crank that EPQ, Why me write? (You!) Why me cite? (You!) Why me ace that EPQ? [Verse 1] First step — find a topic you care about, Pick something niche, something worth the clout, Questions clear, objectives tight, Focus your aim, you’ll get it right. Start that research — primary’s king, Surveys, interviews, real-world things, Secondary too, JSTOR all day, Google Scholar’s here to pave your way! [Chorus] Watch me plan, watch me draft, Plot that research, then make a graph, Now you crank that EPQ, Why me write? (You!) Why me cite? (You!) Why me ace that EPQ? [Verse 2] Keep that logbook, track your grind, Evaluate sources, don’t waste time, Bias? Check it. Credibility? Tight. Critical thinking gets that grade just right. Make a Gantt chart — deadlines clear, Weekly goals to fight the fear, Draft, redraft, polish, repeat, A well-structured essay can’t be beat! [Bridge] Plan it tight, no time to slack, Stick to deadlines — never backtrack, Discipline’s key, work bit by bit, Small wins daily, that’s how you hit! Cite it right — Harvard, Chicago too, Proper references will pull you through, Reflection’s key, what did you learn? Show growth — that’s an easy return. [Final Chorus] Watch me plan, watch me draft, Plot that research, then make a graph, Now you crank that EPQ, Why me write? (You!) Why me cite? (You!) Why me ace that EPQ?

[Verse] Yo let me tell you bout my best friend Jones, A quiet kid, but never plays alone, With a ball in hand, he’s ready to roll, In the game of life, man, he’s on a stroll. [Verse 2] From the park to the court, making moves smooth, Got a smile so bright, nothing left to prove, In the hood, he’s a legend, tales out there, When Jones is around, you just gotta beware. [Chorus] He got the heart of a lion, strength of an ox, Always got my back, through all orthodox, Together we rise, no matter the plot, With Jones by my side, we conquer a lot. [Verse 3] Remember that time he faced the school bullies? Never backed down, made them all look foolish, Strong and silent, his style so coolish, Jones, my dude, always acting ghoulish. [Verse 4] Late night chats, plotting future dreams, Schemes so wild, they bursting at the seams, He"s the captain in this ship of teams, Navigating life, through creeks and streams. [Chorus] He got the heart of a lion, strength of an ox, Always got my back, through all orthodox, Together we rise, no matter the plot, With Jones by my side, we conquer a lot.