Tegoba, tegoba, muči me tegoba Ustadoh, ne ustah, k'o da ust'o sam iz groba Ne odoh na pos'o, ost'o sam bez job-a Mozak zatrokir'o, dohaka mi roba Zadimljena soba, po podu rigolete Ne znam šta sam jeo al' mi liči na filete Kotlete, salvete, tablete Ne sjećam se ništa, slike kroz glavu mi lete Jedan dio filma od sinoć mi fali Ne znam gdje smo počeli, a gdje smo stali Dohaka mi šilja, šilja i tequila Al' je dobra bila dok se sinoć pila Što učinih zulum? Bolan ne budali Sve se danas sazna, svijet je tako mali Što učini zulum, pa te savjest peče? Bogu dušu, Bog je neće
Gel yak gemilerimi Alamam gözlerimi Tutsan ellerini Ben bilirim senin hislerini Dışarıda yağmur var ama Benim kalbimde ateş Hayat dedi bana birisiyle eşleş Sokaktakilerin elinde keleş Ama bilmelisin hayat değil beleş Onların gittiği yer özel bi kolej
Medium pace: Put your arms around me baby Can't you see I need you so? Hold me close against your skin I'm about to begin Lovin' you Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace Play with my balls and tell me how big they are Honey rub your beaver up and down my face Sit on the corner of the bed and watch me whack off You see that shampoo bottle Now stick it up my ass Push it in and out at a medium pace Talk about your old boyfriend's dick and how big it was Now shave off my pubs and punch me in the face Oh darling, make me push my dick and balls Back between my legs Call me an ugly woman and take my picture To show all the people you work with Now pull up my scrotum And take that shampoo bottle out of my ass Pretend I'm the pizza delivery guy And watch me whack off Strap on a dildo and make me give you head Tell me slow down and do it at a medium pace Oh, I feel so humiliated I'm about to blow my load You tell it's time to make love But now I can't 'cause I spewed all over myself Then you look into my eyes, then you realize How much I enjoy loving you I'm so sorry I spunked on my stomach Maybe next time I'll be better at loving you Oh, oh
Call me grim as a ghost, I reap I am the goat, you're sheep Over the bar, I leap King of the hill, too steep Full of potential, I see it Bouta go mental, I feel it They ask for guidance, I teach it. I knew you couldn't keep a secret Your rep's so low a quadriplegic could reach it We see your spot, get to it We see the ops, we shoot it Bite the bullet and chew it Bite the dust, you blew it Seems that im always right keepin it clear and concise you're all bark you don't bite and i dont need your advice Bad day to spite me cause I ain't feeling to nice You tread thin on ice ain't nobody telling you twice
C'è una strada che corre senza fine, dove la rima è regina e il ritmo è re, dove il suono si sposta senza fine, e la musica si fa sentire ogni sera. Il battito del cuore è il mio metronomo, le parole scorrono come un fiume, il mio flow è un'onda che corre veloce, e la folla mi segue in ogni movimento. Le rime si concatenano, si intrecciano, come una danza senza fine, la folla si muove al ritmo dei miei versi, e io mi sento vivo come non mai. La vita è un'arte, e il rap è la mia forma, la rima è la mia voce, il mio canto, e la musica mi dà la forza di andare avanti, di lottare per i miei sogni e di essere sempre in canto. La scena è la mia casa, il mio palcoscenico, dove la parola diventa suono e il suono diventa emozione, dove la folla diventa famiglia, e ogni rima è una dimostrazione, della mia passione, del mio amore, della mia dedizione.
Hi from East Timor HK beats, just letting you know that my grade 6 class is using this beat to write a rap song - we have on repeat over and over - thanks very much! (6B Dili International School)
"Ive been riding high, keep the noises to the side, keep my soul on incline, never move Living in disguise, leave every thought of mine, puttin all of it behind, this the Truth Body, soul, and mind, let it move inside the times, let me feel what I can't find, is it new Believen ain't a crime, it's the mystery you'll find, it's the feeling that mankind, isn't you" Conscious, ya elevated, nonsense seems possible Honest, I do not know What is real and what's fo show, am I hopeless soul on the hopeless road am I a hopeless ghost in a hopeless hoax, am I hopeless clone or a hopeless gnome outside a home that I don't know Or, am I paranoid, scared to voice that I'm hearing voices, fear the choice the reaper hoists is, my world as I see it pointless, Damn got a lot to ponder Like when I die can my soul just wander If I hold my pride will I leave with honor we Or will I just lye under grass upon earth Tryta leave behind the complications, putting me in situations, testen all my inner Patience, Get my mind on a better wave length We live inside this consttelation trynta find some consellation, even when we think so basic, we don't see the energy we have and take it By control and use properly Everyone worried bout physical property Trynta pocket things Get on top of things Flock at marketing Never stop and think We're all inside this ball were locked n linked Rotating inside the galaxy One false move were all jus gon u see We're all just one, and one well always be
Siccome la vita non aspetta Vuole vendetta taglio una fetta Mi tengo tutta la torta Nn darmi se poi rivuoi nn mi interessa Sono alla terza tu testa vuota Il mio flow pesante si te la spezza
Quando l'altro ti lancia una stecca, la gola che ti si secca Guardalo dritto negli occhi, il pubblico vuole vendetta Ogni MC che rappa ha una pecca, ma ogni ferita si lecca Per chi le becca, la base non aspetta
They be coming at me like niggas what’s your name I be riding round in raris bitches driving me insane I ain’t even Fuck you Y’all Niggas just lame Like I be in the plane And u be wearing planes Okay Okay Okay Never heard a Nigga tryna tap me They see me when I pull up with the sticks in they back seat Cartier in one hand and the Peice in my as my tip Riding round im slick slick Bitchs tryna sip sip Will always be a hating ass Nigga on my tip tip Fresh prince but WILL stay in my black suit
Bitch, I ain't worried 'bout a thing Keep my shit on the hip 19 with a .38 rubberized grip Bitch and if Hell find me, get some 3rd degrees And I'll claw straight out the piss And another thing about me, i dont care bout a diss Shoot at me, I'll you shoot at ya kids And another thing about me, nother thing about Shoot at me I'll blow up ya crib bitch bitches wanna contest me? We ride up on pale horses bitches wanna contest me? I'll ride up drag your carcass Ten hut don't need no mask to hit ya Don't need no gun to get ya Don't need no blade to slit ya Still take your soul 45s, .38s, deagles with the gold plates Talking on the internet to hoes is what we can't relate We sell blow, wipe nose, do it again next week Talk shit, start beef, get shot, and then repeat
