Never Gonna Quit

[Verse] Mic check, one-two, step on stage, I"m a fiend, Lights flash, crowd wild, livin" out a dream, Beat drops, bass thump, heart in sync with the boom, Rhymes flow, words glow, filling up the room. [Verse 2] From the gutter, came up, dodging pitfalls and traps, City streets taught me lessons, gave me lyrical maps, Late nights, bright lights, pen and pad on my lap, Spitting truth, spitting fire, can"t nobody adapt. [Chorus] In the jungle with gorillas, swinging from the vines, Climbing higher, reaching apex, hustlin" for mine, Chain of thoughts, break the locks, no confine, Microphone musings, truth in every rhyme. [Verse 3] Mind sharp, like a dagger, cuttin’ through the mist, Stage roar, crowd applaud, can’t resist, Every verse a chapter, every hook a twist, Scripts in the ether, can"t cease, can"t desist. [Bridge] Through the highs, through the lows, every trial I face, Words heal, words kill, tied in life"s race, Echoes of the struggle, imprinted in the bass, Legacy immortal, can"t erase, I embrace. [Verse 4] Picture this, no frame, canvas made of sound, Echo Chambers, verbal painters all around, Dripped in folklore, legends never bound, Centuries of cadence, time unbound.

[Verse] Concrete jungle, silence ain"t a word, Graffiti facades, voices always heard. Train tracks hummin", life on the bring, Huslin" dreams, in the city we sing. [Chorus] Money chasin", takin" risks on the daily, Hood night stories, nothing ever failed me. Neon nights, we fly under the radar, Flippin" scripts, writin" plays with a broken star. [Verse 2] Rooftop thoughts, dollar bills tabloid, Pockets lean, but my spirit"s never void. Street light visions, hustlers in disguise, Eyes sharp, cuttin" through this urban prize. [Chorus] Money chasin", takin" risks on the daily, Hood night stories, nothing ever failed me. Neon nights, we fly under the radar, Flippin" scripts, writin" plays with a broken star. [Verse 3] Back alley whispers, secrets never safe, Lost souls rally, no time for fake. Legends in our blocks, tales left to tell, Rhymes like bullets, breakin" outta cells. [Chorus] Money chasin", takin" risks on the daily, Hood night stories, nothing ever failed me. Neon nights, we fly under the radar, Flippin" scripts, writin" plays with a broken star.

--- (Beat drop, těžký bass) Yeah, yeah, yeah… Rosťo, poslouchej, tohle je pro tebe, zvedám level hry, tebe spláchnu do nebe. Pejskář s piňa koládou v ruce, když tě vidím, chce se mi smát – fakt prudce. (Verse 1) Máš na vodítku psa, co je větší než tvůj respekt, každej, kdo tě vidí, si říká: "To je aspekt?" Jsi Koblížek? Spíš suchá houska, tvůj styl je jak písek – no prostě hrubá zkouška. Piňa koláda v kelímku, růžový brčko, vypadáš jak influencer s fejkovou značkou. Tvůj pes ti zdrhá, protože cítí trapnost, Rosťo, fakt sorry, ale nemáš žádnou zdatnost. (Refrén – zpívaný, ironicky) "Piňa koláda, psi kolem běhaj’, Rosťa na rohu zas trapně čumí." (Tvoje flow je jak ta limonáda, sladká, slabá – nula paráda.) (Verse 2) Říkáš si king, ale jsi spíš dvorní šašek, v tvým hoodu o tobě nemaj’ ani flašek. Snažíš se flexit s voříškem v parku, ale já ti dám bars jak headshot do tvaru. Koblížek? Ne, spíš prošlá sušenka, tvůj vibe je jak starej track bez refrénka. Já jedu bomby, ty jedeš k vodítku, já mám ten oheň, ty jen chuť na smetánku. (Outro) Tak si dej svou piňa koládu, dej si klídek, já tu zatím budu sbírat další výhry. Pejsci tě maj’ rádi, to je asi fajn, ale rap game tě sežere – goodbye! ---

[Verse] Woke up early, city lights still flickerin" Chasin" dreams, money schemes, mind thinkin" quicker Foot on the pavement, grindin", no hesitation World"s a jungle, I"m the lion, domination [Chorus] Hustlin" dreams, livin" life without a beat Grittin" through the struggle, never face defeat Eyes on the prize, heart in every street Paper trails and tales, ain"t no retreat [Verse 2] Corner of the block where stories untold Back against the wall, we fightin" for gold Dollar and a dream, that’s the aim, stay bold Life’s a poker game, watch how you roll [Bridge] Nightfall creepin", shadows in the mist Huntin" opportunities, can’t afford to miss Adrenaline rushin", every shot"s a risk Survivin" under pressure, sound of the click-click [Verse 3] Midnight hustle, under streetlights glow Moves so swift, they barely know Beyond the facade, struggle in the flow Rise against odds, watch the legend grow [Chorus] Hustlin" dreams, livin" life without a beat Grittin" through the struggle, never face defeat Eyes on the prize, heart in every street Paper trails and tales, ain"t no retreat

I don"t care I don"t care لوحدي انا في ال safe من الزحمة انا مليت الهدوء انا اتمنيت ماشي عكس السير تسالنيش علي فين - مش مهتم انا مش مهتم لا علي بالي ولا علي بال الامس نفس السجارة ونفس الكرت نفس السحابه ونفس الكدر وساوس في دماغي مبتهمدش غرقان في الاوهام والاحلام دي سحبت مملعن لحد ما اتقتلت مش عايز افوق مكدبلكش خمسه ع الشغله تجيب السهم ميه في الميه تجيب السهل ولسه شايل الهم انا شايل الهم طلقه في القلب في عقلي بس الغدر دي الحاله الوحيده الي هكون فيها عمري ما ندمت بس كل يوم نفس البارات كل يوم نفس الاغنيه ماسك بس في الي فات راسم قلبي ع النقديه شايف في عيوني الهوس شايف في مرايتي الاذيه انسيني انا مش هعيش ضحيه - I don"t care I don"t care لوحدي انا في ال safe من الزحمة انا مليت الهدوء انا اتمنيت ماشي عكس السير تسالنيش علي فين

[Instrumental]

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before his third bowel move. (needs a doctor) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em in (click to receive) Hybrew’s got a million songs More jams than college kids smoke bongs Guitar’s on fire, drums keep the time Flooding your phone with another rhyme (look in the mirror and whine, saggy boobs is a crime) Family group chat’s blowin up again (never included) New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, most say insane you know You click that the thing replay it again and again (share and subscribe) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. (nobody ever replies) He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real (I thought I had talent) One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs (throw noodles on the wall see what sticks) One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night. Mosquitos get raid and maybe I"ll get paid. Like old school mafia maybe I"ll get made.

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before his third bowel move. (needs a doctor) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em all Hybrew’s got a million songs More jams than college kids smoke bongs Guitar’s on fire, drums keep the time Flooding your phone with another rhyme Family group chat’s blowin up again New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, some say insane But you know you’re gonna click that play again (share and subscribe) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. (nobody ever replies) He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real (I thought I had talent) One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs (throw the noodles on the wall see what sticks; Hillbillies and billy bus liberals mixed.) One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night. Mosquitos get raid and maybe I"ll get paid. Like old school mafia maybe I"ll get made.

[Verse] Calle caliente, sin calma en los caseríos Tumban puertas, buscando los desvíos Malianteo abierto, pistolas en la cintura Donde el respeto se gana con bravura [Chorus] En el caserío, se siente la presión Donde el ruido de balas marca el son Droga y calle, siendo la lección Sobreviviendo al ritmo del cañón [Verse 2] Lampos azules rompen la noche muda Correteando sombras, la calma se esfuma En cada esquina, el negocio próspera Maliante con máscara, la ley desespera [Chorus] En el caserío, se siente la presión Donde el ruido de balas marca el son Droga y calle, siendo la lección Sobreviviendo al ritmo del cañón [Verse 3] Manos marcadas con el olor al perico En el barrio, el narco se vuelve rico Jovencitos en la esquina, vida de vicio Cuánto vale tu vida, depende del juicio [Bridge] Miradas frías, desconfianza en la acera Una traición, y te miden la carrera Respiras miedo, noches sin luna llena Sobreviviendo al caos de esta condena

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before he even moves Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em all Hybrew’s got a million songs Every day, another one’s gone Guitar’s on fire, drums keep time Flooding your phone with another rhyme Family group chat’s blowin’ up again New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, some say insane But you know you’re gonna click that play again Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before he even moves Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em all Hybrew’s got a million songs Every day, another one’s gone Guitar’s on fire, drums keep time Flooding your phone with another rhyme Family group chat’s blowin’ up again New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, some say insane But you know you’re gonna click that play again Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night

Ballad of Armpit, Ohio Middle of nowhere with nothing but cornfields everywhere. The only thing you see outside of towns. Combine tractors, soybeans and hay, and horse drawn buggies. (horse power) Their horses drop loads of apples on the roads. (huge turds) The olivesburg general store serves quality ice cream and sandwiches. Right down the road on 96: Flip "em around and it"s 69. Cow dung on your boots and I might be wrong. But like Three Eleven: I stay strong all along. I learned from the amish, the farmers, the Mansfield and Ashland Ohio brew throughs. Yeah you can buy beer in a drive through. That"s right : you can buy beer in a drive through. buying beer in a drive through. Did you listen to the song and did ya hear? You can go to: A drive through to buy beer. (genius idea) Seems safe to me, but that"s the middle of Ohio, middle of nowhere, the armpit of America. (O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O) Smoke the flower and weed nuggles, there"s place in Ohio named Ruggles. Corn Rows. Combines and very limited afros. So many Amish and Mennonite Clowns. Cornhole game. Cornhole toss. West Virginia and Randy Moss. (greatest receiver of all time) Paint a picture like my man bob ross. Hang on Sloopy. Sloopy Hang on. (O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O) From sane to insanity, next up on Hannity. What about Gutfeld or Watters World, maybe some O"Rielly Factor. Rachel Maddow is an idiot with a dumb looking hairdo. That"s right, a dudes hairdo. (bull dyke only talks about the 3rd Reich) Uncle Google got nothing to do with Microsoft Bing but they do the same thing. Bill Gates, Hates America. Libs do too. Where"s Waldo or Where"s Snowden? Nevermind, We got off track so back to the amish. (horse apples) They make solid wood furniture and quality quilts. Mattress Mack (shout out Houston) Ashland, Olivesburg, Adario, and Savannah, (olde Keyes is out of business; had a pizza burger with the cheese and pepperoni inside the meat) Mansfield Corn Rows (ghetto) Farmlands. (stank) Ohio. (sloopy hang on) Welcome to the armpit of America. (beer drive through and horse apples, too)