Compton Nights

The brain isn't fully developed until 25 On average, your spinal cord stops growing at 4 years old The average child's brain weighs about 1,000 grams A brain freeze, medically known as sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia The harder you think, the more oxygen and fuel your brain will use from your blood Every time your heart beats, your arteries carry 20-25% of your blood to the brain. About 75% of the brain is made up of water Your brain smells like blue cheese Headaches are caused by a chemical reaction The human brain contains approximately one hundred billion neurons

Yo, stari, posluš, geografi na sceni, zgodovina se piše, izpij svoje peni. Evropa zbira karte, pluje prek morja, tihi ocean, poln zlata in govora. Kolumbova špura, totalni blef, Indijo iskal, pristal na Bahamih, deaf! Španija slav'la, "nova zemlja, wow!" a ljudstva tam, zanje – ni jih v planu. Magellan pa v stilu, prvo plul krog sveta, flota razpadla, samo ena ostala. Pravi OG, ampak izgubil je glavo, za svoj podvig? Na koncu malo slavo. Yo, Vasco da Gama, trgovski šef, obvozil Afriko, čisti freestyle šleh. Dišale mu začimbe, zlato, svila, a koga briga, če lokalce trga sila? Diaz na jugu, Cape of Good Hope, za Portugal'ce? Okej, velik scope. Sanje o bogastvu, nešteti zakladi, a na drugem koncu? Samo vojni paradi. Cortez in Pizarro – resnejša scena, Azteki, Inki? Zbrisani z ekrana. Z orožjem in kugo uničili mesta, "Napredek Evrope", ampak zgodba ni čista. Zemlja okrogla, a srca kvadratna, slovijo "odkritja," resnica prepadna. Kolonije gor, civilizacije dol, zgodovina nam laže, tole je troll. Refren: Yo, prvi odkritji, nov vek, novi grehi, morski psi zgodovine, ribe brez utehi. Zlato, slava, kri v morjih šumeča, distrack stoletja, resnica goreča.

(Record scratch, beat drops - heavy and playful) Intro Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no zoo Dropping lyrical fire, for the whole damn crew Here I am, stating facts, it's crystal clear Princess Amber, of house one-two-two, is HERE! Yeah! The mic is burning, the beats are tight Amber, Amber, Amber, shining in the limelight! Verse 1 Yoooh! Let Amber take control, make the scene unfold Time to get this party popping, stories to be told Amber's in the house, no time for the mundane So listen up, team, let's make it insane! First up, Leesly, get ready for some fowl play Run around the room, clucking all the way! Clack, clack! Yeah, that's the spirit, keep it going! Moses, you next! Let the warrior be showing! Jump up and down, high as you can leap! Like a Maasai warrior, while the rhythm's deep! Chorus Amber, Amber, Amber, calling out the crew Let's get this place bouncing, whatcha gonna do? Instructing the chaos, leading the fun Amber's got the mic, until the day is done! Verse 2 Cece, balance queen, stand tall and proud On one leg you go, dance for the crowd! Annie, it's your turn, shake it with such grace Turn that body 'round, move your waist in this space! Nadia, get down low, hands upon the head Crouch and move your body, like the beat has said! Lewis, muscles flex, time to show your might Twenty pull-ups, strong for the whole damn night! Chorus Amber, Amber, Amber, calling out the crew Let's get this place bouncing, whatcha gonna do? Instructing the chaos, leading the fun Amber's got the mic, until the day is done! Verse 3 Nunu, hands on waist, let your body sway Dancing to the rhythm, in your own sweet way! Patrick, march it out, like the law of the land A police officer's stride, with a beat in command! Omo, show your roots, let culture take the lead A Nigerian dance, the whole world needs to see! Ben, grab the mic, and let the rhymes ignite Rap like a pro, under the spotlight! Bridge Vicky, shake your head, let the rhythm flow Feel the music deep, let the energy grow! Felix, the frog is calling, ribbit, ribbit loud! Make that croaking sound, and dance amongst the crowd! Rojo, hands on your head, stand on one leg high Dance like no one's watching, reaching for the sky! Outro Yooh! Princess Amber, of house one-two-two Ran the show tonight, for me and for you The mic is still on fire, the beat's still pumpin' Amber, Amber, Amber, the energy's keepin' on comin! (Record scratch, fades out with echo of Amber, Amber, Amber)

(Verse 1) Caught in a whirl, I'm spinnin' in circles, Chasin' the thrill, yeah, livin' in hurdles, Late nights, bright lights, I’m searchin’ for meaning, Got a heart full of fire, but my soul's left dreaming. (Chorus) Sinner’s paradise, where the shadows dance, Whispers in the dark, pullin' me to chance, Every choice I make, I’m teetering on sin, Lost in this game, yeah, I’m ready to begin. (Verse 2) Mirror on the wall, show me what I’m facin’, Every scar I carry, got a story in the makin', Blood on my hands, but my heart feels lighter, Livin’ for this moment, I’m my own igniter. (Chorus) Sinner’s paradise, where the shadows dance, Whispers in the dark, pullin' me to chance, Every choice I make, I’m teetering on sin, Lost in this game, yeah, I’m ready to begin. (Bridge) Yeah, I know I'm flawed, but I won’t hide, Embracin' my vices with a devilish pride, I’ll ride this rollercoaster, ‘til the end of the line, In this sinner’s paradise, I’m feelin’ so divine. (Chorus) Sinner’s paradise, where the shadows dance, Whispers in the dark, pullin' me to chance, Every choice I make, I’m teetering on sin, Lost in this game, yeah, I’m ready to begin. (Outro) So here’s to the night, and the sins I’ll embrace, In this sinner’s paradise, I’ve found my place, With every heartbeat, I’ll let the fire burn, Dancin’ in the chaos, it’s my turn to learn.

Vse se je začelo v Bostonu, Čaj so zmetali v vodo, kot da nič ni grozno! Britanci so besneli, davki niso šli skozi, Kolonisti pa so peli: "Hej, svoboda je tu!" Jankee Doodle, vzet’ ne boš nas, Bomo svobodni, to je naš čas! Ustava je tu, pravila so naša, Ne bo več kraljev, demokracija je prva klasa! Potem je prišel Jefferson, in pisal je prav, Deklaracijo svobode – o, kako dragocen dar! Vse so spravili na papir, to je bil res hit, Sedaj smo svobodni, ameriški duh je lit. Jankee Doodle, vzet’ ne boš nas, Bomo svobodni, to je naš čas! Ustava je tu, pravila so naša, Ne bo več kraljev, demokracija je prva klasa! Potem so še Ustavo pisali, črko po črko, Pravice, svoboščine, da bo vse prav lepo. Zbrali so se možje, pametni in kleni, Da ljudstvu vladajo zakoni in ne kraljevi geni! Jankee Doodle, vzet’ ne boš nas, Bomo svobodni, to je naš čas! Ustava je tu, pravila so naša, Ne bo več kraljev, demokracija je prva klasa! Dodali smo amandmaje, ne štejejo na prste, Svoboda govora, vero, in druge zvrsti. Smo nacija velikih sanj, od morja do morja, Ameriški sen živi, kot prava svoboda! Jankee Doodle, vzet’ ne boš nas, Bomo svobodni, to je naš čas! Ustava je tu, pravila so naša, Ne bo več kraljev, demokracija je prva klasa!

यह रहा गाना जैसा आपने लिखा है, बिना किसी बदलाव के: (हुक) कोको और काजू, स्टेज पर आए, मगलू गाय साथ में गाए। मनु, शानू, पायल गन्द मचाए, हम सब मिलके, घर को नर्क बनाए। (वर्स 1) कोको मेरा शेर, भौंकता धमाल, काजू का स्टाइल, सबसे बेहाल। मगलू दे दूध, प्यार का कमाल, हमारे परिवार सभी सालों को, चाहिए खाने को माल। सभी घर में गंद डाले, उसकी गालियां सुने सब मौहले वाले। शानू को चढ़ जाता टॉयलेट में सांस। पायल गाने, पर करे भूतिया डांस। (हुक) कोको और काजू, स्टेज पर आए, मगलू गाय साथ में गाए। मनु, शानू, पायल वेशर्मी में छाए, हम सब मिलके, कुड़ा फलाए। (वर्स 2) हमारा घर है जैसे एक कुडादान, कोको, काजू और मगलू की पहचान। मनु, पायल, शानू की काम के पीछे लड़ाई, दोनों को काम नहीं करना, टीवी देखना भाड़ में जाए पढ़ाई।

Verse 1 Zindagi meri anime jimein episode, Main protagonist, baki saare side mode. Sword vi shiny, jimein mera kaam clean, Power level high, jaise Super Saiyan dream. Hook Oh duniya dekhe action slow motion, Mere shots lagde jaise wave in the ocean. Flex meri scene ch, level high rise, Main star baneya, duniya surprise! Verse 2 Main vi alag, mera jatt vi anime ch, Villains de heart ch main terror rhyme ch. Armor ch shine meri chadai da scene, Victory di awaaz, har war di theme. Oh bandookan nahi chahidi, energy blast, Main jo vi karan, ohda ban janda class. Bridge Scroll karne waale, manga de pages, Har jagah naam mera jimein fire stages. Theme song bajda, battles jimein live, Saale jealous kyu? Kyunki main kara thrive! Hook Oh duniya dekhe action slow motion, Mere shots lagde jaise wave in the ocean. Flex meri scene ch, level high rise, Main star baneya, duniya surprise! Outro Oh kudi vi inspired, ban gayi fan, Pind to Tokyo, aa gaya new plan. Main jo likhda, ohna likhe legends, Anime ch main, par flex meri endless!

(Intro) Yo, listen close, I’m about to tell, The story of a Suufii who lived so well. From Borno to Jimma, his light would grow, Al-Faki Ahmad Umar, let the legend flow. (Verse 1) Seven years old, the Prophet appeared, Not in a dream, but awake and clear. By nine, the Qur'an was locked in his heart, A Suufii in training, ready to start. He studied the law, the Maliki way, But the Suufii path called him every day. Fasting, praying, seeking the truth, An ascetic’s journey began in his youth. In Khartoum’s heat, he stood alone, Twelve days in khalwa, the divine was shown. No guide by his side, but he reached the heights, Found God’s presence in endless nights. (Chorus) From Borno to Jimma, his fame was spread, A Suufii healer with a touch that bred. Through prayers and baraka, his power was right, Al-Faki Ahmad Umar, the Suufii’s light. (Verse 2) Tijaniya embraced him, gave him the keys, A Suufii master with wisdom to please. The Prophet himself gave him a decree, To share the dhikr and set souls free. He healed the sick with a word or a hand, A Suufii whose touch could cure the land. Leprosy, blindness, pain, and despair, Were no match for the Suufii’s care. In Beni Shangul, his baraka rose, He became the hope when doors would close. Christians and Muslims came to his side, All seeking the Suufii to be their guide. (Bridge) He taught his disciples the Suufii way, In khalwa’s depths, their souls would stay. Through hunger and prayer, they found the divine, Their spirits lit like Ahmad’s shine. (Chorus) From Borno to Jimma, his fame was spread, A Suufii healer with a touch that bred. Through prayers and baraka, his power was right, Al-Faki Ahmad Umar, the Suufii’s light. (Verse 3) The Italians came with suspicion and might, But even they bowed to the Suufii’s light. A plane they sent to take him away, But the sky refused—it chose to stay. To Ya’a he went, where dreams had led, A place of bamboo to rest his head. His final retreat, a Suufii’s peace, But his legacy lives, it’ll never cease. His family thrived, his teachings spread, Through them, his baraka isn’t dead. Disciples carried his wisdom far, A Suufii’s light, like a guiding star. (Bridge) Weekly prayers, the rituals rise, His name remembered in faithful eyes. Even in dreams, he still appears, A Suufii’s grace that spans the years. (Chorus) From Borno to Jimma, his fame was spread, A Suufii healer with a touch that bred. Through prayers and baraka, his power was right, Al-Faki Ahmad Umar, the Suufii’s light. (Outro) Yo, this ain’t just history, it’s a legacy strong, Of a Suufii who taught the world to belong. From the sands of Borno to Ethiopia’s plains, Al-Faki Ahmad Umar, forever remains. (Outro Adlibs) Yeah, the Suufii’s path, divine and true, Through trials and peace, he made it through. Al-Faki Ahmad Umar, your light shines on, In the hearts of the faithful, you’re never gone.

“Wrong Way (Lost Paths)” (Intro) Yo, this is a story ’bout three from the block, Tight like a knot, but they slipped off the clock. Dreams turned cold, hearts went astray, They took the wrong turn, now they’re fading away. (Verse 1) Three kids, same hood, same grind, same goals, Life in the struggle, tryna play their roles. Started with a spark, dreams big as the sky, But the streets called louder, couldn’t say goodbye. First homie got a taste for the money and the power, Started movin’ weight, stackin’ cash by the hour. Second one had a temper, couldn’t let it slide, Pulled the piece out quick—now there’s blood in his stride. Third thought he’d win with the women and the fame, But the bitches and the bottles only brought him shame. Now they’re locked in the cycle, can’t find no escape, It’s a one-way ticket to a broken fate. (Chorus) They went the wrong way, no light in the dark, Chasin’ fake dreams, now they’re falling apart. The streets don’t love you, they’ll swallow you whole, Three friends, three paths, but they lost their soul. (Verse 2) First dude’s pockets deep, but his heart’s hollow, Flashy on the ‘Gram, but the feds gon’ follow. Second dude cold, no remorse in his chest, But the ghosts of the past don’t let him rest. Third homie’s drowning in the women and the lies, But the high don’t last, now he’s dead inside. They used to share laughs, now it’s all paranoia, Once brothers in arms, now the streets destroy ya. They thought they were kings, but they’re slaves to the game, Traded their dreams for the streets’ false fame. Tied to the grind, but the grind don’t care, When the smoke clears, ain’t nobody there. (Chorus) They went the wrong way, no light in the dark, Chasin’ fake dreams, now they’re falling apart. The streets don’t love you, they’ll swallow you whole, Three friends, three paths, but they lost their soul. (Bridge) Look in the mirror—tell me, what do you see? The life you chose, or the man you could be? The streets got rules, but the game don’t play fair, One slip, and you’re gone—does anyone care? Is it too late to turn back, rewrite the script? Or are they too far gone, can’t handle the shift? From the block to the bottom, the story unfolds, Three hearts turned cold, and the devil took hold. (Outro) Yo, this ain’t just a song—it’s a lesson to learn, The fire’s enticing, but you’re bound to get burned. To anyone listening, don’t let your dreams stray, ‘Cause the streets won’t love you—they’ll lead you the wrong way.

(Verse 1) Yo, it’s Compton, West Coast, the city of grit, Where the sun sets fire and the streets stay lit. Concrete jungle, survival’s the key, Dodgin’ bullets while we dream of bein’ free. Palm trees stand tall, but life feels low, The block’s ice cold, but the hustle still grows. Cops roll through, but they ain’t got the love, Helicopters circle like vultures above. It’s the land of the brave, but the scars run deep, Where the innocent die and the mothers still weep. From the alleys to the avenues, it’s all the same, Compton built legends, now remember the name. (Chorus) Compton nights, where the struggle’s real, Grit and grind is the life we feel. Lowriders roll, the streets don’t sleep, In the heart of the hood, where the memories creep. (Verse 2) Young Gs on the corner, tryin’ to make a buck, Some stay loyal, some run out of luck. The OGs preach, “Keep your eyes on the prize,” But the system’s got us trapped under Cali skies. We grew up on Dre, Cube, and that N.W.A., Told the world about the struggles of the CPT way. Hustlin’ for a dollar, dodgin’ the flame, But out here, your dreams gotta outrun the game. Graffiti on the walls, tellin’ stories of pain, Every block got a history carved in the name. Compton raised me, the streets don’t lie, Where the strong survive and the weak say goodbye. (Chorus) Compton nights, where the struggle’s real, Grit and grind is the life we feel. Lowriders roll, the streets don’t sleep, In the heart of the hood, where the memories creep. (Bridge) From the gangsta beats to the gangsta streets, We turned the chaos into legendary heat. The West Coast sound, it was born in these blocks, Now it echoes worldwide, tickin’ like a clock. This is for the homies who never made it out, For the voices silenced by a world full of doubt. But we still here, reppin’ Compton pride, Westside forever, let the truth collide. (Outro) So when you hear that bassline, know where it’s from, Compton, California, the city of drums. Where the nights are cold, but the spirit’s alive, Straight outta Compton, where legends survive.