Nameless

Topper madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer vaskefrie dager, Roper N.K og jeg puller opp uten rifle (okei) Ække min feil, at jeg glemte å låse skapet Ta meg sykefri for krig det skal jeg ikke i Samler troppen min, for beverly er 10 av 10 Troppen roper "fuck leiren!" Viser N.K langefingeren (fuck deg!) Ga meg refs for at bikkestrekken var for jævlig (hva faen!) Tenker fuck it, EY! Kan du holde kjeft Når vi stikker herfra lover jeg det blir full fest Proper og vi puller opp helt forskjellig (okei) Ække vår feil, at staben ikke pratet sammen Topper saniteten med no skader, bare halve troppen løper intervaller Roper Gjerdsbakk, hvordan fant du all den driten (okei) Ække min feil at du dro inn dritten selv Tester lunta til han Andrésen Dobbel halv det var ikke så enkelt Bing, bam, boom, snusen tapper min konto ekke rart når N.K ber meg om å bommer han pronto, Driller til vi blir mongo Gjør at hjernen blir dongo Hakke rå til bilett, men søker perm uansett Troppsjef du er så grei, N.K skriker på meg Thoresen du la lista Landloven den ble mista! Tenker fuck it, EY, jeg skal bli menig nå Staben styrer ikke 1.2 noe lenger nå Nervik, føler seg i sin Mercedes har på solbriller, og tror han er så jævli kul Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer pussefrie dager Roper Tre Av, og det ser jo helt for jævli ut Ække min feil, var Thoresen som lærte meg Sondre Thoresen bare slapp av Vi syns bare det var veldi vansklig Edling, du er jo bare snill og grei helt til, rekrutter får fram det værste i deg. Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer rekruttfrie dager Roper Løge! vi skal gjøre alt ting riktig Nå er vi, nå er vi ferdig som rekrutter her Topper Norge med noen gode soldater Vi feier fredfulle dager.

Topper madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer vaskefrie dager, Roper N.K og jeg puller opp uten rifle (okei) Ække min feil, at jeg glemte å låse skapet Ta meg sykefri for krig det skal jeg ikke i Samler troppen min, for beverly er 10 av 10 Troppen roper "fuck leiren!" Viser N.K langefingeren (fuck deg!) Ga meg refs for at bikkestrekken var for jævlig (hva faen!) Tenker fuck it, EY! Kan du holde kjeft Når vi stikker herfra lover jeg det blir full fest Proper og vi puller opp helt forskjellig (okei) Ække vår feil, at staben ikke pratet sammen Topper saniteten med no skader, bare halve troppen løper intervaller Roper Gjerdsbakk, hvordan fant du all den driten (okei) Ække min feil at du dro inn dritten selv Tester lunta til han Andrésen Dobbel halv det var ikke så enkelt Bing, bam, boom, snusen tapper min konto ekke rart når N.K ber meg om å bommer han pronto, Driller til vi blir mongo Gjør at hjernen blir dongo Hakke rå til bilett, men søker perm uansett Troppsjef du er så grei, N.K skriker på meg Thoresen du la lista Landloven den ble mista! Tenker fuck it, EY, jeg skal bli menig nå Staben styrer ikke 1.2 noe lenger nå Nervik, føler seg i sin Mercedes har på solbriller, og tror han er så jævli kul Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer pussefrie dager Roper Tre Av, og det ser jo helt for jævli ut Ække min feil, var Thoresen som lærte meg Sondre Thoresen bare slapp av Vi syns bare det var veldi vansklig Edling, du er jo bare snill og grei helt til, rekrutter får fram det værste i deg. Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer rekruttfrie dager Roper Løge! vi skal gjøre alt ting riktig Nå er vi, nå er vi ferdig som rekrutter her Topper Norge med noen gode soldater Vi feier fredfulle dager.

Brushin’ off them haters, they just static in my zone, But my heart’s cold as ice, spreadin’ vibes, it’s known, Livin’ by the code, with swag and finesse, But if you cross me, homie, you’ll feel the press. Zero f***s given, but my heart’s pure gold, Makin’ moves on these streets, watchin’ stories unfold, Ridin’ life’s wave, with power as my fuel, In this concrete jungle, I’m nobody’s fool. Breakin’ rules with style, no lookin’ back, Spreadin’ fear and respect, stayin’ on track, A rebel with a heart, but with steel in my flow, In the game of survival, I’ll always show. Takin’ risks, with guns by my side, Listenin’ for God, in this street tide, No regrets, just livin’ in the flow, With power as my compass, wherever I go. Zero f***s given, but my heart’s all gold, Makin’ moves on these streets, watchin’ stories unfold, Ridin’ the vibe, with power as my guide, In the hood’s dance, I’ll be by your side. To the hustlers and bosses, grindin’ every night, Spreadin’ fear and respect, in every fight, Raise a glass, let’s toast to the hood’s might, Livin’ life with power, under street’s guiding light.

I’m still walkin’ through the fire, man, I feel the burn, But I’m steady with the lessons that I had to learn. Grew up on the block, yeah, I saw how they played, I was tryna find a way out, but I’m stuck in the game. Every time I hit the ground, it was harder to rise, But I kept my head up, kept lookin’ to the skies. They told me I wouldn’t make it, I was never enough, But I found strength in the struggle, I turned pain into trust. Had to bury all my demons just to find who I am, Fell apart, picked the pieces, and rebuilt from the sand. I ain’t perfect, man, I’m just tryin’ to survive, But I’m here with a purpose, I’m still feelin’ alive. I’ve been through the storm, but I’m searchin’ for peace, Got the weight of the world, but I’m fightin’ for release. Every scar is a story, every loss is a gain, I’m buildin’ from the hurt, I ain’t stayin’ the same. Late nights, I was thinkin’, just drownin’ in pain, Wonderin’ if I’d ever make it out of this rain. But the nights get colder, the stars shine brighter, I was lost in the dark, now I’m holdin’ the lighter. The struggle made me stronger, man, I learned how to fight, Now I turn the pain to power, keep my future in sight. It’s a marathon, not a race, had to pace every step, But I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’, I’m climbin’ up yet. Every tear that I shed made me tougher inside, I was drownin’ in my fears, now I’m lettin’ them slide. They say “real ones rise,” but they never saw the fall, I had to hit the ground to learn how to stand tall. I’ve been through the storm, but I’m searchin’ for peace, Got the weight of the world, but I’m fightin’ for release. Every scar is a story, every loss is a gain, I’m buildin’ from the hurt, I ain’t stayin’ the same.

Topper madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer vaskefrie dager, Roper ENNKÅ og jeg puller opp uten rifle (okei) Ække min feil, at jeg glemte å låse skapet Ta meg sykefri for krig det skal jeg ikke i Samler troppen min, for beverly er 10 av 10 Troppen roper "fuck leiren!" Viser ENNKÅ langefingeren (fuck deg!) Ga meg refs for at bikkestrekken var for jævlig (hva faen!) Tenker fuck it, EY! Kan du holde kjeft Når vi stikker herfra lover jeg det blir full fest Proper og vi puller opp helt forskjellig (okei) Ække vår feil, at staben ikke pratet sammen Topper saniteten med no skader, bare halve troppen løper intervaller Roper Gjerdsbakk, hvordan fant du all den driten (okei) Ække min feil at du dro inn dritten selv Tester lunta til han Andresen Dobbel halv det var ikke så enkelt Bing, bam, boom, snusen tapper min konto ekke rart når ENNKÅ ber meg om å bommer han pronto, Driller til vi blir mongo Gjør at hjernen blir dongo Hakke rå til bilett, men søker perm uansett Troppsjef du er så grei, Nk skriker på meg Thoresen du la lista Landloven den ble mista! Tenker fuck it, EY, jeg skal bli menig nå Staben styrer ikke 1.2 noe lenger nå Nervik, føler seg i sin Mercedes har på solbriller, og tror han eier hele leiren Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer pussefrie dager Roper Tre Av, og det ser jo helt for jævli ut Ække min feil, var Thoresen som lærte meg Sondre Thoresen bare slapp av Vi syntes bare det var jævlig vansklig Edling, du er egentlig bare snill og grei helt til, rekrutter får frem det værste i deg Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer rekruttfrie dager Roper Løge! vi skal gjøre alt ting riktig Nå er vi ferdig som rekrutter her Topper Norge med noen gode soldater dere feirer fredfulle dager

Topper madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer vaskefrie dager, Roper NK og jeg puller opp uten rifle (okei) Ække min feil, at jeg glemte å låse skapet Ta meg sykefri for krig det skal jeg ikke i Samler troppen min, for beverly er 10 av 10 Troppen roper "fuck leiren!" Viser Nk langefinger (fuck deg!) Ga meg refs for at bikkestrekken var for jævlig (hva faen!) Tenker fuck it, EY! Kan du holde kjeft Når vi stikker herfra lover jeg det blir full fest Proper og vi puller opp helt forskjellig (okei) Ække vår feil, at staben ikke pratet sammen Topper saniteten med no skader, bare halve troppen løper intervaller Roper Gjerdsbakk, hvordan fant du all den driten (okei) Ække min feil at du hadde grus på skoa Tester lunta til han Andresen Dobbel halv det er ikke så enkelt Bing, bam, boom, snusen tapper min konto ekke rart når NK ber meg om å bommer meg pronto, Driller til vi blir mongo Gjør at hjernen blir dongo Hakke rå til bilett, men søker perm uansett Troppsjef du er så grei, Nk skriker på meg Thoresen du la lista Landloven den ble mista! Tenker fuck it, EY, jeg skal menig nå Staben styrer ikke 1.2 noe lenger nå Nervik, føler seg i sin Mercedes Ække din feil, at Edling var for hard på gassen Topper Madlaleiren med no plager Troppen feirer vaskefrie dager Roper shotgun og jeg puller opp i min Opel (okei) Ække min bil, pappa kjørte meg til skolen Topper Norge med noen landeplager Gutta mine feirer hell'i dager Shotgun og jeg puller opp i min Opel (okei) Ække min bil, pappa kjørte meg til skolen Topper Norge med noen landeplager Gutta mine feirer hell'i dager Roper shotgun og jeg puller opp i min Opel (okei) Ække min bil, pappa kjørte meg til skolen Topper Norge med noen landeplager Gutta mine feirer hell'i dager

[Verse] City lights flicker I'm lost in the haze Everyone's a stranger in these neon maze Chasing dreams with broken beats in the night Living for the thrill under the bright streetlight [Chorus] Got that swagger with a story to tell Rise and grind making waves where I dwell They all watch from the sidelines and see But they can't live this crazy life like me [Verse 2] Ink runs deep with the ink of my pen Writing tales of my victories again and again Skyscrapers loom shadows on my path Hungry for success aiming for the aftermath [Bridge] Whispers in the alleys secrets in the wind Playing this game cause I was born to win Night owls crooning songs nobody knows Writing my legend beneath the city's glow [Chorus] Got that swagger with a story to tell Rise and grind making waves where I dwell They all watch from the sidelines and see But they can't live this crazy life like me [Verse 3] Heads high with the pride of my crew Every step echoes cause I'm coming through Rhythm of my heart matches with the beat Defining my destiny on every street

[Verse] Les pavés chantent sous mes Nike, Ville Lumière s’éveille, Graphes sur les murs, histoires d'amour sans le charme des veilles. J’cruise le bitume avec le cœur d’un roi, Dans l’ombre des buildings, j’me faufile comme un chat. [Verse 2] Croissants fourrés d’or et de galères, Tour Eiffel, gardienne de nos rêves éphémères. Metro, boulot, dodo, mais j’sais jouer des coudes, Entre les rats des champs et l'élite qu'on s'bourre. [Chorus] Paris, la belle rebelle, rue où rien ne sommeille, Des secrets se murmurent sous les réverbères de veille. Dans ses artères, le cœur bat la chamade, Une mélodie de vie, parfois douce, souvent nomade. [Verse 3] Les touristes flashent, mais voient pas la réalité, Sous les ponts, les âmes perdues cherchent la clarté. Accents mélangés, une tour de Babel, Où chaque sourire est une histoire, une étincelle. [Verse 4] De Montmartre aux Halles, de Pigalle à Nation, Le beat urbain, c’est notre refrain, notre passion. Chaque soir une fresque, chaque jour une mélodie, Le graffiti du destin se dessine, vague infinie. [Chorus] Paris, la belle rebelle, rue où rien ne sommeille, Des secrets se murmurent sous les réverbères de veille. Dans ses artères, le cœur bat la chamade, Une mélodie de vie, parfois douce, souvent nomade.

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(Record scratch) Yo! Let's Go! (Verse 1) Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't a test, fool I'm 'bout to unleash hell, break every damn rule Got that venom flowin', cobra, ready to strike Rhymes sharper than a butcher's knife, cuttin' through the night You talkin' smack, bro? Think you hard? Think you real? I'll dismantle your facade, expose the way you feel 'Bout to drop a lyrical bomb, detonate the scene Leave your whole crew shell-shocked, livin' in a dream, a bad one! I'm a lyrical assassin, ain't no debatin' facts Skill so potent, leave your wackness in the back Sister don't guide me you dumb shit, you clueless and misled While I'm navigatin' galaxies inside my fuckin' head! I see the chessboard, move the pieces, grandmaster level You playin' checkers, stuck in mediocrity's devil I'm a goddamn monster, a hurricane of sound Wreckin' shop, leave your empire underground. (Verse 2) Got that lyrical crack, fiends rushin' for a taste My rhymes are laced with truth, ain't no time to waste I'm spittin' fire metaphors, ignitin' every line Burnin' down your weak attempts, definin' what's divine, lyrically. You copycats and parrots, echo chambers of the same Stealin' styles, lackin' substance, pathetic is your game I'm an original, a prototype, can't be replicated Your rhymes are diluted, constipated, barely generated My flow's a river, crashin', rushin', never sleeps While you're a stagnant puddle, where the garbage heap Collects, reflects your weakness, insecurity's stench My confidence, impenetrable, a fortress in the trench! I'm the lyrical overlord, bow down to your king Hear the chains of my vocabulary ring Through the streets, and the alleys, every corner, every hood Establishin' dominance, misunderstood. (Verse 3) So step aside, you wankers, this is my domain I'm paintin' vivid pictures with this lyrical rain Of fury and precision, a surgeon with the words Dissectin' every beat, defyin' all absurd Notions of mediocrity, I crush 'em in my hand Reform the rap game, make these wackos understand The power of the pen, the might behind the rhyme I'm shiftin' paradigms, one syllable at a time. You hear the thunder rollin'? That's the fury in my soul About to take control, and reach my ultimate goal Domination of the airwaves, the speakers, and the hearts Ripping rappers apart, right from the fuckin' start! So remember this name, etched in stone, forever bold The undisputed champion, this story must be told I'm the voice of the voiceless, the truth amidst the lies Now get the fuck outta my way, before you meet your demise! Word.

[Verse] Sleep is for the weak man night is wide awake Grinding on the edges no time for the breaks Darkness in my rearview front is where I steer City lights like diamonds future crystal clear [Verse 2] Steps on concrete echoes life's mad chase Enemies in shadows ain't got no time to waste Round the corner hustle beats out the pace Dreams ain't for dreamers dreams are in your face [Chorus] Head down get the crown let the world stare Rules are for the quiet we don’t even care Life is just a canvas leave your wild mark Fire in the veins let that bright spark [Verse 3] Whispers in the alley secrets in the air Truth is for the careless we ain't got time to spare Day's a moving picture night’s the silent dare Hustle's in the bloodstream living without a care [Bridge] Grit teeth bare knuckles road’s a wild ride Twist the throttle full speed nowhere left to hide Battle scars are stories each one tells a tale Never meant to follow we blaze our own trail [Chorus] Head down get the crown let the world stare Rules are for the quiet we don’t even care Life is just a canvas leave your wild mark Fire in the veins let that bright spark