Silent Moves

(Intro) Yeah, yeah… Hustler Born in the cut… Move in silence, money talks… Bulletproof glass, we ain't takin' no shots… They ain't for this one, they gon' run when it pops. (Verse 1) Stepped in the scene with a mask on tight, Briefcase full, gotta catch that flight. Money come fast, but the risks too high, So we move in the dark, outta mind, outta sight. Ferrari speed when we slide on the road, Ice on my wrist, yeah, my neck drip gold. Did my homework, now the numbers don’t fold, If it ain't about racks, then the convo gets old. Drugs stay hidden, got kilos in stash, Windows stay tinted, don’t look through the glass. Ops in the shadow, they move and they dash, But we stay alert, keep the burner attached. (Chorus) Briefcase locked, that’s money and weight, Took that risk, now we bustin’ the gates. Came from the mud, had to double my pace, Talk on my name, put ‘em right in their place. Bulletproof vest, can’t aim for my chest, Hustler Born, I ain't nothin' like the rest. Move like a ghost, I ain't leavin' no mess, If it ain't about money, then we ain't impressed. (Verse 2) RS6 when I slide through the streets, Big-body foreign, got racks on the seats. Came from the hustle, was stuck in the deep, Now we make deals and we eat with elites. Colombia plug, yeah, the shipment just landed, Albania ties, got the whole thing expanded. Athens connects, now the cash flow insane, Run up a bag, then we do it again. Smoke in the air, got the opps feelin’ fever, Fire in my soul, got me hot like a heater. Doin’ up numbers, my pockets get deeper, Came up from zero, now flex like a leader. (Verse 3) M5 drift while I slide through Russia, Porsche on the block, yeah, we move like the hustlers. Bugatti black, yeah, the seats all custom, Got it out the mud, now the banks wanna trust us. Wallet stay heavy, no trips to Walmart, Athens at night, do the deals when it's dark. Cigars in the suite, yeah, the business get smart, Acropolis views while I play my next card. Money get flipped, yeah, the stacks go colossal, Ice on my neck got me feelin' like a fossil. Talkin’ that talk, but they move too docile, We run up the game while they watch from the bottom. (Bridge) Burner phone ring, that’s another transaction, Move too smart, no time for distractions. Briefcase heavy, but that’s satisfaction, Money and power, my only attraction. Aim with precision, no talk, just action, Money and drugs, got ‘em lost in the fraction. Deals in the streets, gotta move with the fashion, Plug hit my line, said the pack just cashed in. (Chorus) Briefcase locked, that’s money and weight, Took that risk, now we bustin’ the gates. Came from the mud, had to double my pace, Talk on my name, put ‘em right in their place. Bulletproof vest, can’t aim for my chest, Hustler Born, I ain't nothin' like the rest. Move like a ghost, I ain't leavin' no mess, If it ain't about money, then we ain't impressed. (Outro) Yeah, yeah… move in silence, money talks… ( yeah) goodnight opps..

[Verse] Omar in the streets, booty's got a rep Clappin' when he walks, makes the haters step Jeans tight, swag strong, flex in the night Every corner turn, watch him, scarlet light [Verse 2] Omar run the block, cheeks make 'em pause Enemies fall back, too scared to cause Hustlin' hard, grind tight, grind right Shadow from the cheeks, endless spotlight [Chorus] Booty so lethal, they call him the king Butterflies in stomachs, feel that zing Street hero strut, bold on the scene Omar's power, no in-between [Verse 3] Cash flow fat, makes them jealous green Omar's got the magic, rare and unseen Moves through the alleys with a confident gleam Folks rubberneckin', caught in the dream [Bridge] Rivals outta luck, they can't compete Omar's got that bounce, victory sweet From dawn to dusk, can't beat his heat Legends of his hustle, spread down the street [Chorus] Booty so lethal, they call him the king Butterflies in stomachs, feel that zing Street hero strut, bold on the scene Omar's power, no in-between

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(Heavy 808 beat drops, punctuated by sharp hi-hats) (Verse 1) Suraj doob raha hai, lekin meri aag jaldi hai Aadil Gangs ka naam suna hai? Darr lagta hai? Chahiye? Tu sochta hai tu bada hai, apna baap ban raha hai? Tere khatam karne mein, Aadil ko koi der nahi lagta hai! (Chorus) Aadil Gangs, darta nahi, darata hai! Aaj nahi diya toh, kal teri maut likh deta hai! Chita apni diya hai tune, maut chita apni diya hai! Aadil hai Yama Raj, yeh baat samajh le, saheba! (Verse 2) Tere sheher mein aag lagaunga, rakh kar dunga har ghar ko Tere bandey kehti hai bade hain, toh unko karunga maar dalo! Tu baat karta hai dhamkiyon ki, toh sun le meri baat saaf saaf Aadil ka naam sun ke, kaap jaati hai teri jaan, har taraf! (Chorus) Aadil Gangs, darta nahi, darata hai! Aaj nahi diya toh, kal teri maut likh deta hai! Chita apni diya hai tune, maut chita apni diya hai! Aadil hai Yama Raj, yeh baat samajh le, saheba! (Bridge) Haryanvi mein bol raha hu, samajh le meri baat ka matlab Aadil aur Aadil Gangs ka matlab hai... MAUT ka sabab! Phir bhi tu soch raha hai, ladne ki baat? Pagal hai kya? Tere hisse ka qabr khaali hai, aaj se hi likh deta hu main! (Chorus) Aadil Gangs, darta nahi, darata hai! Aaj nahi diya toh, kal teri maut likh deta hai! Chita apni diya hai tune, maut chita apni diya hai! Aadil hai Yama Raj, yeh baat samajh le, saheba! (Outro) (Beat fades with a final, echoing gunshot sound) Aadil Gangs... yaad rakhna... naam! (Sound of heavy breathing and a sinister laugh) By AADIL

[Verse 1] Ayo, TESFU laced this shit with a pulse, Lyrik Blaze talkin’ love, but keep the glizzy in my holster. Shorty got a death stare, but her kiss resuscitate, She Brooklyn to the core—love her like I love the hate. We met where the choppas sing and the sirens cry, She ain’t scared of the drill, she the rider in my ride. Lips sweeter than AriZona, but her heart made of steel, Opps try to slide? She yell, “Babe, let’s make ’em kneel!” She don’t cap, keep it solid, got my back like a Kevlar, *Love her through the droughts, still my day-one in the vel’ car. We chase bags in the AM, vibe in the PM, Her grind got me hooked—fuck a Perc, she my medicine. [Chorus] Bed-Stuy heartbeats, we sync like sirens in the night, Love in the trenches—ain’t no heist without a fight. She my shooter, my loot, got me cuffed with no key, Blaze in love, but the streets still run through my DNA. [Verse 2] Her ex tried to jux my spot, now he ghost on the ‘Gram, She said, “Fuck that lameshit—you the king of my pyramid.” We link at the bodega, Dutch split, no 50/50, She the plug for my pain, got me laughin’ through the city gritty. Her vibe colder than February, but her touch start a fire, We crash in the Wraith, got the block in the rearview, higher. She don’t fold under pressure, call her Cici with the steel, Love her like the game—murder anybody tryna split the feel. Tattoo her name on my clavicle, right next to the scars, She the truth in a world full of snakes and fake gods. [Bridge] They ask why I’m locked in—she the code to my cage, Turn my lows into hype, got me rhymin’ through the rage. TESFU’s keys got the heavens weepin’ melodies, She my Brooklyn lullaby, fuck a fairytale, Jezebel. [Chorus] Bed-Stuy heartbeats, we sync like sirens in the night, Love in the trenches—ain’t no heist without a fight. She my shooter, my loot, got me cuffed with no key, Blaze in love, but the streets still run through my DNA. [Outro] Yeah, b!tch—it’s lyrical love, TESFU on the track, Where the roses got thorns and the heartbeats shoot back. She my downfall, my crown, my Bed-Stuy eclipse, Blaze in her atmosphere—fuck a kiss, take my clip.

[Verse 1] Yo, TESFU on the beat, let’s ignite the flame, Lyrik Blaze in the cut, spittin’ bullets with no aim. Drill season, opps bleedin’, we don’t play fair, Catch a body, leave ’em slumped in the cold Brooklyn air. Glizzy tucked, no discussion, we don’t hesitate, Run up on my crew? That’s a death wish, straight. Choppa sing lullabies, put your gang to sleep, Red stains on the concrete, where the demons creep. Money tall, call me Bando, move the pack in stealth, Drip colder than December, flexin’ on these fake Gucci belts. You a rat? Get the trap, we don’t trust no snitch, Clip empty, reload, send your soul to the abyss. [Chorus] Blazin’ the block, turn the city to a furnace, Bodies drop, no remorse, this a Brooklyn purpose. Cash rules, fuck the law, we don’t play polite, Lyrik cocked, TESFU knock—tonight’s a homicide. [Verse 2] Came from the trenches where the weak don’t survive, Pops taught me: “Either eat or get ate to stay alive.” Slide deep, no seatbelts, we ride with the steel, Opp spot gettin’ lit like a Fourth of July meal. Feds watchin’? Fuck ’em, I keep hittin’ licks, Diamonds dance on my neck, call it VVS witchcraft. You ain’t gang? Then you food for the beasts, Clip dump in your whip, turn the backseat to deceased. Lost my bro to the game, now his ghost in my chain, I reload the pain, send it back in a rain. Bitch-ass niggas talk slick, catch a hollow-tip kiss, Gravestone résumé—this Brooklyn drill business. [Bridge] They ask why I’m so cold—winter raised me, Every tear froze to ice, now my heart’s a cavity. Triggers squeeze, shell casings write my legacy, TESFU’s beats got the streets in a frenzy. [Chorus] Blazin’ the block, turn the city to a furnace, Bodies drop, no remorse, this a Brooklyn purpose. Cash rules, fuck the law, we don’t play polite, Lyrik cocked, TESFU knock—tonight’s a homicide. [Outro] Yeah, bitch, it’s Blaze—king of this concrete hell, Where you rest in peace? We send you straight to jail. TESFU laced the track, now the city’s on fire, Opps prayin’ to God, but they meet the pyre.

[Verse] Urban jungle, shadows castin' gloom, Flip the hustle, breakin' out the tomb, Street rats whisper, secrets in the night, Eagle-eye on targets, ready for a fight. [Verse 2] Concrete rivers flowin' under moon's light, Money moves unseen, silent like a knight, Rooftop snipers, eyes on every clue, Whispers in the glass, truth out the blue. [Chorus] City veins pulse, heartbeat of the streets, Dance with danger, rhythm can't retreat, Graffiti tales paint the walls we climb, Survival of the fittest, written in grime. [Verse 3] Corner kids schemin', dreams of better days, Dope fiends leanin', trappin' in a daze, Sirens echo nightly, lullabies of fear, Masked shadows movin', villains of the year. [Bridge] Neon lights flicker, hope in disguise, Through the grime and dust, watch visions rise, Twist of fate, every alley's got a story, From the cracks and crevices, we claim our glory. [Chorus] City veins pulse, heartbeat of the streets, Dance with danger, rhythm can't retreat, Graffiti tales paint the walls we climb, Survival of the fittest, written in grime.

[Verse] Smoke in the air from last night’s fire Brick walls whisper secrets never tire Sirens singin’ in the blackened bay Every step I take Leads me astray [Verse 2] Battered trainers on cracked pavement bricks Echoes of stories in graffiti flicks Cold nights make hearts turn stone Streetlights dance But I walk alone [Chorus] Life in the trenches Never escaping Dreams fade fast Future’s reshaping Concrete jungle Where souls are sold Findin’ freedom is a legend old [Verse 3] Shadows creeping like old-time ghosts Darkened alleys where the past boasts Steel and glass Reflect my stare Freedom’s prize Rare and unfair [Verse 4] Fast life takin’ its toll on me Borrowed time from an endless sea Hustlin’ wheels never stop turnin’ Flames of desire Forever burnin’ [Bridge] Voices of fallen They haunt my dreams Nightmare whispers that tear the seams Some find gold Others only the grind Lost and searching What will we find?

Mr Ls 30th Thug Flex Yo, it’s Mr. L, Born to teach, can’t you tell? Englisch king, I diddy flex, 30th birthday, what’s next? Class loves you, no doubt, Shout it loud, we ball out! Bitches wild, niggas thug, We turn up, give a hug. Pop that cake, let it roll, Thug life, we on a stroll. Sippin’ drinks, feel the vibe, Flexin’ hard, we come alive. Cheers to you, our main man, 30 years, you got a plan. School’s a game, we just play, Mr. L, lead the way! Drill beats, we make it loud, Teachin’ us, you make us proud. Life’s a party, let it flow, In this class, we steal the show. So let’s toast, raise it high, To our teacher, oh my, my! Mr. L, you know the score, On your birthday, we want more! Yeah, we celebrate tonight, 30 candles, burnin’ bright. With the class, we stand strong, Mr. L, you can't go wrong! Mr. L, it’s your day, Teach us all, we’re here to play. In this drill, we keep the beat, Happy birthday, take a seat! Class love, it’s no charade, Ain’t no bitches, no charade. We’re the crew, we’re the fam, Mr. L, you’re the man! Ain't no need to act shy, On this day, we learn to fly. With respect, we know it’s true, Happy birthday, cheers to you!

### **(Intro – voix grave, posée)** _"Patrinus: Masque sur la tête, y'a personne qui parle."_ _"La rue, c’est la jungle, faut sortir les armes."_ _"J’sors d’la brume, y’a plus rien qui m’allume."_ _"J’marche seul, j’sens l’soufre et la thune."_ --- ### **(Couplet 1 – sombre et direct)** Masque en place, pas d’empreintes, pas d’trace, Trop d’rats qui parlent, faut les faire taire en face, Minuit pile, faut bouger dans l’ombre, Y’a des yeux partout, j’vois les gyro’ qui tournent. J’connais qu’la vitesse, frein coupé sur l’terrain, J’parle pas trop, c’est dangereux pour les miens, J’fais pas d’bruit, j’ai grandi dans la crasse, Gros billet violet, faut qu’j’remplisse la malle. --- ### **(Refrain – ambiance pesante, répétitif)** J’passe en ville, hoodie noir, profil bas, J’vois les drones, trop d’flics, trop d’caméras, J’découpe net, pas d’pitié, pas d’loi, Si tu parles trop, faut qu’t’assumes tes choix. --- ### **(Couplet 2 – montée en intensité)** Lame affûtée, faut régler les comptes, J’suis pas ton pote, j’suis pas là pour les contes, La rue c’est noir, y’a pas d’place pour l’amour, Soit tu tiens l’coup, soit tu dors pour toujours. Pas d’blabla, faut juste faire les chiffres, Trop d’balances, faut qu’on gère les fuites, J’suis dans l’noir, j’suis loin d’la lumière, J’suis pas là pour briller, j’suis là pour la guerre. --- ### **(Bridge – montée en tension, voix posée, ambiance pesante)** _"Trop d’faux, trop d’paroles, j’fais l’tour sans bruit."_ _"Trop d’yeux, trop d’cameras, faut bouger la nuit."_ _"La ville est morte, la rue parle en silence."_ _"Un pas d’travers, et tu perds ton essence."_ --- ### **(Outro – voix grave, dernier coup de pression)** J’sors d’la zone, plus d’retour en arrière, J’suis dans l’sombre, j’suis pas là pour la lumière, J’trace ma route, seul, j’écoute pas leurs lois, Si t’es pas prêt, t’aurais jamais dû être là. *(bruit de pas qui s’éloignent, sirène lointaine, silence brutal…)*