Sekceram

(Verse 1) Yo, step up in the game, Sekceram’s the name, Ceramic tiles blazing, setting floors aflame, From Algeria to the world, we claim the throne, Quality so sharp, it cuts through stone. Massi on the designs, Zaki’s got the vision, Graphic gods in the lab, making precision decisions, Architects in the zone, building dreams so tight, Abdullah on the mic, marketing’s dynamite! (Hook) Sekceram, yeah, we laying it down, Tiles so fresh, they’re the talk of the town, From the ground up, we’re holding the crown, Algeria’s finest, we ain’t backing down! (Verse 2) Eminem flow, but I’m spitting for the squad, Massi’s got the art, Zaki’s got the nod, Architects sketching, turning plans to gold, Abdullah’s hustle’s got the story told. From the blueprint to the floor, we’re a well-oiled machine, Every tile’s a masterpiece, every detail’s seen, Durability meets style, we’re the dream team, Sekceram’s the future, living the supreme dream. (Hook) Sekceram, yeah, we laying it down, Tiles so fresh, they’re the talk of the town, From the ground up, we’re holding the crown, Algeria’s finest, we ain’t backing down! (Outro) Shout to the architects, designing the flow, Massi and Zaki, making the graphics glow, Abdullah’s hustle keeps the brand on show, Sekceram’s the legacy, now the whole world knows! 🎤🔥

Yo, step up in the game, Sekceram’s the name, Ceramic tiles blazing, setting floors aflame, From Algeria to the world, we claim the throne, Quality so sharp, it cuts through stone. Precision in the craft, every line so clean, Designs so slick, they’re borderline obscene, From the living room to the kitchen scene, Sekceram’s the king, know what I mean? (Hook) Sekceram, yeah, we laying it down, Tiles so fresh, they’re the talk of the town, From the ground up, we’re holding the crown, Algeria’s finest, we ain’t backing down!

Suru bata legend, malai boldai cha scene Ma ta beast ho, mero flow cha clean Siddhai city bata, jasto downtown dream Sabai fake rapper haru sunera cha green Khutta ta tancha tara reach garna sakdain Bars yo heavy, dimag ta uthdain Feri flex garnu parcha, ma ta rich jastai Chhati ma chain, mero wrist jasto ice (Hook) Oho! King ko flow—game nai ma ko ho? Nepal ko Buddha, ma ta top ko bro ho Soche jasto aaidaina, maile bujhe ho Ma ta chhadne ho nai—mero naam nai go ho (Verse 2) Ma ta life ma aage, jun kata ni stage Lyrics ho page, dherai gare rage Dherai boli boldai jati—mila chaina match Ma ta real one ho, sabai fake haru catch Hater haru side ma, ma ta up janchhu Top ko list ma naam maile rakh chhu Chhati ta thulo, maya sabai le dincha Real talk—mero naam abadi nai likcha (Hook) Oho! King ko flow—game nai ma ko ho? Nepal ko Buddha, ma ta top ko bro ho Soche jasto aaidaina, maile bujhe ho Ma ta chhadne ho nai—mero naam nai go ho

Verse 1 :Vigilante swabe umatake dun kami sa tama para wala kau masabe ang mga putapete kung pede manahimik kelngan nyung rumespeto para goods lahat ng gimek. Chorus: 32 gen battangas hood vcode 4054 kami ay strong kung d kau belong 30 second massacre samin simple lang. Verse 2: plagi nalamng kaming iniispatan lahat ng mga bebot gusto kami lapitan respeto ang kailangan much love respect ang ating pag igihan paso sa dalire aming panindigan para maging lehitimo mapabilang sa samahan. Chorus: Chorus: 32 gen battangas hood vcode 4054 kami ay strong kung d kau belong 30 second massacre samin simple lang. Verse:3 og chris ang aming tinuring na ama sa aming hood vigilante crippin vibing with tripple og bago angasan siguraduhing sa patigasan ay malalampasan d patapangan o pabibuhan ang yung gagampanan Ang maging solid na member ang pinaka better one two three v up Outro:vigilante (vigilante hood) 32gen (vigilante hood) V ups

Verse 1 Coffee cold, your side’s an empty sheet, I replay your lies, still taste the bittersweet. You said “forever” like the stars owed you time, Now I’m countin’ cracks in the ceiling, losin’ my mind. Your perfume lingers, but it’s just the air, Faded Polaroids scream you were never there. I traced your shadow, but the truth cuts clean— You loved the idea of us, not what it means. Chorus You’re a ghost in the frame, a song on repeat, A love half-lived, now incomplete. I’m drownin’ in echoes, your name on repeat, Why’d you plant roots just to burn the leaves? Yeah, you left me autumn… in a summer dream. Verse 2 Texts unanswered, silence got a sound, I memorized your steps, now you’re not around. You traded midnight talks for his cheap champagne, Swapped our secrets for a spark that’ll rust in the rain. I dissect the memories—where’d the switch flip? Was it my flaws or just your exit script? You packed your half, left the rest in the dust, Ain’t no closure in goodbyes… just a hollow “trust.” Bridge I delete your number, but my thumb still scrolls, Erase your face, but it haunts my soul. Wish I could hate you—it’d hurt less, I swear, But I’m just a chapter you forgot to care. Outro So I’ll let the rain wash what’s left of your scent, Burn the letters I wrote but never sent. You broke the rhythm, but time’s a slow dance… Maybe one day I’ll stop checkin’ for your glance.

There’s a girl in town, you’ve gotta know, She’s got her own style, she steals the show. With a skip in her step, she’s breaking the thread, Oh, that’s Deel, with pants on her head! Some wear hats, some wear crowns, But Deel flips it, turns it upside down. No one else could pull it off instead, Like Deel does, with her pants on her head! Pants on her head, she’s marching proud, Turning every street into her crowd. No rules to follow, no trends to be led, She’s living her life with pants on her head! Monday’s striped, Tuesday’s plaid, Deel’s got a pair for every fad. She’s got the world laughing, breaking the dread, A style so bold—pants on her head! It’s not just a look, it’s a state of mind, Marching to the beat that she designed. Who needs a hat when you’ve got instead, A fashionable pair of pants on your head! Pants on her head, she’s marching proud, Turning every street into her crowd. No rules to follow, no trends to be led, She’s living her life with pants on her head! People stop, people stare, Deel doesn’t care what they wear. “Life’s too short to be so plain,” She shouts through the rain, "Join my campaign!" So here’s to Deel, a fashion queen, The quirkiest soul you’ve ever seen. She turned the world upside down instead, By wearing her pants—on her head! Pants on her head, she’s marching proud, Turning every street into her crowd. No rules to follow, no trends to be led, She’s living her life with pants on her head!

Hé, nézd csak, mi van rajtam, haver, A meleg mellény, ami mindent lever! Stílus és komfort, ez a kombó nem gyenge, Én vagyok a tél ura, soha nem remegve! (Verse 1) Hideg van kint, de belül melegít, Ez a mellény tart, mikor a szél neked int. Csúcsminőség, ahogy illik rám, Nincs az a fagy, ami megállít, lám! Színekben pompázik, olyan, mint a művészet, Kényelmes viselet, na meg a hőérzet. Felpörgetem a vibe-ot, nézd meg, hogy ragyog, Meleg mellényben a tél is csak egy kaland. Meleg mellény, ez az én pajzsom, Télben-nyárban mindig ezt hajtom. A stílusom fix, a hőmérséklet topp, Meleg mellényben minden szintet dob! Hegyek közt járok, a szél fúj erősen, De a mellényem tart, mert tökéletesen kötösen. Nem számít, hogy esik vagy havazik, Ez az outfit mindig mindent kibír, haver, az fix! Praktikus, mégis megvan a luxus, Meleg mellényben a hangulatom plusz. Pufi vagy slim fit, mindenki talál, Ez a cucc az élet, nem egy egyszerű kabát! Meleg mellény, ez az én pajzsom, Télben-nyárban mindig ezt hajtom. A stílusom fix, a hőmérséklet topp, Meleg mellényben minden szintet dob! Aki tudja, érzi, hogy mi a lényege, A mellényben ott van a tél ereje. De nem csak védelem, hanem önkifejezés, Meleg mellényben minden egyes lépés. Na, haver, mondd meg, ki a király? Meleg mellényben minden rideg világ. Nincs több fázás, csak stílus és tűz, Ez a meleg mellény, ami a hangulatot fűz!

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What do I do when I just can’t is something I’ve said in many rants. I try to have fun but in the middle my moment, I find that it’s only a bum. Is there nothing under the sky in the midst of the sun that would bring me joy so that I might have fun? I don’t know When I get high, I’m stuck in my mind. There’s nothing enjoyable that I can find. When I get drunk my stomach’s in a funk, I want to see three but can’t let those drinks free in me for my stomachs too weak to feel the Alki peak FS just ain’t the same when I’m by myself It feels so lame I’m not n the game just empty and lacking. It just ain’t the same. I try to have some fun in the way of today I’ll go and have a blast, but why is it all so gray I don’t think I’m depressed. I do love my life. I don’t think I’m oppressed, but there’s no hype. I’m surrounded by people that just aren’t my type I get surrounded by girls that just make me wanna hurl can’t you see? I’m just friendly but when I find someone I want for me, I let them go bso disappointingly. Why why why when I try to have fun does it seem so lackluster and I just want to be done thinking I could be elsewhere or even over there but I’m stuck here. But it’s not even them. This is just how I feel. It’s even rare for me to crave a meal , why am I so unsatisfied with what I’m doing in the now it’s not that I haven’t tried. I go out and do but with who do I want to do this with? I don’t seem to know, where is my crowd? I can’t find my people something’s under a shroud. Or maybe it’s me I blame myself expectedly Why can’t I vibe? Why are you too much? Why do I always feel when I’m with you? I could be somewhere else and find something to do. There are fun moments but usually just a few. I don’t think you understand I’m like a bucket that’s never been filled, but I’m knocked over so then my nothings spilled and i won’t be fulfilled. I don’t know what to do with my time. I try to fulfill it but lack reason or rhyme. I don’t want to be here, I don’t wanna be there. There’s a place in between that. I’m not aware. these people that don’t make me happy, I already found them, but I’ve just been condemned to not be fully satisfied and now I’m here again for the ride.

What do I do when I just can’t is something I’ve said in many rants. I try to have fun but in the middle my moment, I find that it’s only a bum. Is there nothing under the sky in the midst of the sun that would bring me joy so that I might have fun? I don’t know When I get high, I’m stuck in my mind. There’s nothing enjoyable that I can find. When I get drunk my stomach’s in a funk, I want to see three but can’t let those drinks free in me for my stomachs too weak to feel the Alki peak FS just ain’t the same when I’m by myself It feels so lame I’m not n the game just empty and lacking. It just ain’t the same. I try to have some fun in the way of today I’ll go and have a blast, but why is it all so gray I don’t think I’m depressed. I do love my life. I don’t think I’m oppressed, but there’s no hype. I’m surrounded by people that just aren’t my type I get surrounded by girls that just make me wanna hurl can’t you see? I’m just friendly but when I find someone I want for me, I let them go bso disappointingly. Why why why when I try to have fun does it seem so lackluster and I just want to be done thinking I could be elsewhere or even over there but I’m stuck here. But it’s not even them. This is just how I feel. It’s even rare for me to crave a meal , why am I so unsatisfied with what I’m doing in the now it’s not that I haven’t tried. I go out and do but with who do I want to do this with? I don’t seem to know, where is my crowd? I can’t find my people something’s under a shroud. Or maybe it’s me I blame myself expectedly Why can’t I vibe? Why are you too much? Why do I always feel when I’m with you? I could be somewhere else and find something to do. There are fun moments but usually just a few. I don’t think you understand I’m like a bucket that’s never been filled, but I’m knocked over so then my nothings spilled and i won’t be fulfilled. I don’t know what to do with my time. I try to fulfill it but lack reason or rhyme. I don’t want to be here, I don’t wanna be there. There’s a place in between that. I’m not aware. these people that don’t make me happy, I already found them, but I’ve just been condemned to not be fully satisfied and now I’m here again for the ride.

What do I do when I just can’t is something I’ve said in many rants. I try to have fun but in the middle my moment, I find that it’s only a bum. Is there nothing under the sky in the midst of the sun that would bring me joy so that I might have fun? I don’t know When I get high, I’m stuck in my mind. There’s nothing enjoyable that I can find. When I get drunk my stomach’s in a funk, I want to see three but can’t let those drinks free in me for my stomachs too weak to feel the Alki peak FS just ain’t the same when I’m by myself It feels so lame I’m not n the game just empty and lacking. It just ain’t the same. I try to have some fun in the way of today I’ll go and have a blast, but why is it all so gray I don’t think I’m depressed. I do love my life. I don’t think I’m oppressed, but there’s no hype. I’m surrounded by people that just aren’t my type I get surrounded by girls that just make me wanna hurl can’t you see? I’m just friendly but when I find someone I want for me, I let them go bso disappointingly. Why why why when I try to have fun does it seem so lackluster and I just want to be done thinking I could be elsewhere or even over there but I’m stuck here. But it’s not even them. This is just how I feel. It’s even rare for me to crave a meal , why am I so unsatisfied with what I’m doing in the now it’s not that I haven’t tried. I go out and do but with who do I want to do this with? I don’t seem to know, where is my crowd? I can’t find my people something’s under a shroud. Or maybe it’s me I blame myself expectedly Why can’t I vibe? Why are you too much? Why do I always feel when I’m with you? I could be somewhere else and find something to do. There are fun moments but usually just a few. I don’t think you understand I’m like a bucket that’s never been filled, but I’m knocked over so then my nothings spilled and i won’t be fulfilled. I don’t know what to do with my time. I try to fulfill it but lack reason or rhyme. I don’t want to be here, I don’t wanna be there. There’s a place in between that. I’m not aware. these people that don’t make me happy, I already found them, but I’ve just been condemned to not be fully satisfied and now I’m here again for the ride.