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DAK – Tamazgha United Feat Clemando, RARE, Zi.you, Trilliszn, Double Aitch, Samach, Zongo, Mc Pissco Lyrics
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TEC x @FredoBang – Renegade (Official Video) Lyrics
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Russ – Perfectionist (Official Audio) Letra, Lyrics:
I’m a recovering perfectionist, a self-destructive specialist
My 32nd session with my therapist is evidence
That I can’t see I’ve made it, I’m like Dee Brown, wow
I gotta couple chapters, I’m ashamed to read out loud
I’m workin’ on it, tho I’m tryna be more patient with myself
I robbed myself of so much joy, I’m making payments to myself
I’m still in debt tho
Need to take my coat off, settle in, ignore the dress code
I know that the hardest step is walking past my threshold
I’m in my Depeche Mode
Tryna just enjoy the silence, it’s so hard to let go
Once I do I’m free
I know it’s me vs me
I know it’s not your job to reaffirm what I believe
I’m working on becoming the person I clearly need
So I don’t look for what I lack in someone else, I see
That I’m still in the in-between
But finally I voluntarily been takin’ care of me
Was rarely there for me, my inner child’s scared of me
I punished him unfairly
We need more solidarity
I don’t care bout the people who base skills off popularity
When I can close my eyes and see myself then I’ll have clarity
I love the women who are in my life, specially Sara Lee
This industry’s primarily fake, you can deny it
But you silent publicly but showin’ love to me in private
All my wounds have told a story
All the laughs and money hide ‘em
It’s a shame the only language people speak sometimes is violence
But I don’t got pity for people that play themselves
The bed they says uncomfortable’s the same bed that they made themselves
I’m showin’ love they hate themselves
You cannot give them anything they haven’t already gave themselves
You cannot save somebody if they simply don’t wanna save themselves
I shoulda known what time it was
The stab in the back don’t hurt it’s when you turn and see who’s knife it was
I’m just tryna find the love
Looking everywhere but within
A white rapper is a fraction of the air that I’m in
An outsider from the jump, it took a minute to hit me
Why would I try to fit in with an industry that don’t fit me
This is simply testimonial
Slowly pull back the layers
And get down to who I am because my fear is a container of my greatness, I hate this
Wait this is just a test of patience
The pain from all my mistakes is just something I need more grace with
My bruises became my muses
My pain had multiple uses
Went from fuck y’all to forget y’all
From middle fingers to deuces
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Russ – Buckle Up Freestyle (Official Audio) Letra, Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah (Buckle up)
Yeah, I should’ve get that
First time on a Havoc beat
Legendary
Always I’m in some shit
Okay
I’m just tryna close the gap
Between me and my soul I’m trapped
Inside my self-perception cage
I say, Russ, come out, Noah Schnapp
I’ve grown attached to holdin’ back
I’m hoping that I’m over that
Because I noticed that I’ve been swinging for the fences with a broken bat
But the overlap between my dreams and real life is astounding
For example, I’ve made 50 million dollars and I’m not rounding
But I’m sounding like I’m bragging ‘bout my paper, Michael Scott
But that’s some bullshit, they say Russell’s trippin’ Michael’s final shot
Oh well so be it
Heart was cold, had to reheat it
Santiago made it to the pyramids performed in Egypt
Know y’all seen it
If you didn’t, what’s that say about the media
They trippin’ on the internet and I do not use Expedia
I gotta private travel agent concierge
On Saudi Air, I’m takin’ pictures with the flight attendant
She said I’ll be there, where, at your show
I said it’s 20,000 people so unless you front row
I probably wouldn’t see you, that’s just how it goes
I play this game on classic mode until the casket close
The road to success is under construction and I drove over all the traffic cones
I’m down the rabbit hole of overthinking paths I chose
But I can’t go back, that’s why I can’t relax
I’m playin’ wack-a-mole with problems and I’m lacking speed
No wonder I drank rapidly
Passin’ weed, the pounds were limitless
I was coppin’ Master P’s
The strategy was apathy, but luckily I slipped up
I called myself out on my bullshit, luckily I picked up
I mixed up my confidence with all my insecurities
I been securing the whole family but who’s securing me
I know I’m bleeding and a bandaid ain’t gon’ cut it for this cut
I know my shadows been behind the wheel, I should’ve buckled up
Well, ha
I should’ve get that
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Russ – Blow The Whistle (Official Audio) Letra, Lyrics:
Yeah
Statik
Chomp 2.5, haha
Just a lil something to hold y’all over
Come on!
Yeah, yeah, okay
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer
Yeah, okay
Respect to the creator, I’m the man though (Yeah)
You know I got my family’s wellbeing in my hands bro (Hands bro)
Luckily, I boss, stand tall like who? Like Tyler (Tyler)
When I took a break, they took it bad like who? Like Skylar
And you know I’m gettin’ rich, off of rap, that’s the American way (Yeah)
Couple days in LA, link with [?]
Sharing my plate, I let some people have a bite; they weren’t satisfied
They bit the hand that fed ‘em, now I lost my fuckin’ appetite to help
Well, fuck it, ‘cause they did it to themselves
[?] The fat lady, they just started singin’ it themselves
I’m in Atlanta at the house, that’s when I’m at my best (True)
BItch I know my purpose, so I don’t believe in accidents
I didn’t sit around, I went and got it
No excuses
And I went out on a limp, ‘cause I know that’s where all the fruit is
Truth is I been rappin’ better than my peers (yeah)
It’s been goin’ on for years
Man I’m givin’ y’all my heart (C’mon)
All I ask for is your ears (Yeah)
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer
Yeah
Ain’t it funny? (What)
I never seen somebody hate on me who had more money (Ha)
I used to let it get to me, we fightin’ out the country
That was back when I as smokin’ skinny white joints, made some [?]
Now I got to let it bounce, bounce off me, Mac McClung
We got to focus man, I gave my dawgs a bonus man
This game knows I’m a trailblazer like Arvydas Sabonis man (Yeah)
I don’t follow crowds, that’s how you get lost
Money’s a green monster, and I do not like the Red Sox
I mean, I made it rain, rain, rain; Dak Prescott
Accountant had a cowboy, he’s right, I should’ve been stopped, true (Yeah)
Fuck the mold, I’m the new archetype
I probably made another thousand artists go and start tonight
And everything is documented (You see it)
I got the come-up on cameras
And I never had to sell my soul or move to Los Angeles
Never had to chase clout or do a bunch of weird shit
To get the whole fuckin’ world to hear this
All I had to do was me
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer, yeah
Both my parent’s course, I took them separately
If we went together, we gon’ need another referee
Someone blow the whistle, I’m boutta drop a missile
This shit is just a warmup to the classic I’ma give you in the summer
Yeah
CHOMP 2. 5
I do this shit in my sleep dawg
Statik Selektah
Classic shit only
SANTIAGO on the way
Yeah
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Russ – Wicked Race (Official Audio) Letra, Lyrics:
Yeah (Here we go again)
Chomp 2.5 (Move back)
Alchemist, classic shit only
I got a flight in about an hour, but it’s all good, it’s a jet
Hahaha
Yeah, yeah, yeah (C’mon man, y’all not ready)
I gave my 20s to the dream like Nivea
Created my own kingdom, all these hooks and verses are the Bridge to Terabithia
Kicked so many women to the curb, I hurt my tibia
Big body Bentley, call that shit mister Olympia
Risin’ up the ranks but I ain’t do it for insignias
A kid inside a candy shop, there’s so many Olivia’s
So oblivious
I remember feelin’ rich if I had $50 bucks
Absolut vodka out the Dixie cup
Now I gotta Porsche logos a horse baby, giddy up
I know that I’m close to a Billie like I’m Finneas
Cynthia, gotta check for rats under my rug
Setup my lineage to still be gettin’ cash when I’m done
I’m the one Thomas Anderson
Alchemist is choppin’ up the samples and
I’m handing in a classic, this the formula
Gotta turn your back to the crowd to lead the orchestra
Light your own fire if they don’t wanna pass the torch to ya
If we don’t get along then Imma probably keep it short with ya
I know I’m connected to the source, I’m a sorcerer
Flight to California, I’m in and out
I don’t even got beef but LA’s feelin’ different now
I’d rather be home in my zone drinking kale shots dummy
I don’t ever gotta leave, I’m gettin’ mailbox money
Runnin’ M’s up, they tried to keep me down, they shoulda kept up
Whatever I ask for, God replies: Yes, Russ
Knew I was a king at 21 like Vlade Divac
India, I just got back, they treated me like I’m Virat
Crickets from all my challengers, look at where self belief got
I don’t beef with my brothers, we not the Gallaghers, we got
Bigger walls that we wonder if we can just run right thru ‘em
You losin’ the bigger picture, you’re livin’ life way too zoomed in
I’m winning, business is boomin’ regardless how this game treats me
People in the league know I can hoop, Michael Beasley
I’m the only person in the world who can defeat me
I’m focused on self improvement, the rest of this shit is easy, dawg
It’s easy shit, for real
Chomp 2.5
Showin’ y’all yet again, you cannot fuck with me
How y’all want it? It’s a different level
You want raps, you want R&B, what do you want?
That’s all man, it’s platinum either way
Ask around
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Dylan, Icy Subzero – SENZA ALI (Visual) Letra, Lyrics:
Ayden Lau
Non farmi domande (Zero domande)
Una vita in guerra, un giorno di pace, non voglio le altre (Ah, Icy)
Tu stammi distante e dimmi
Se quando se quando sei sola pensi a noi
O lui ti ha fatto scordare di me
Vieni a fare di me ciò che vuoi, ma ricordati che
Un figlio di puttana io lo fotterei a gratis
Fotti ‘sto figlio di puttana, baby, ma senza baci
Stanotte trattengo il respiro fino a quando non chiami
Gridando: “Siamo ricchi” con in tasca i soldi degli altri
Cercavo un posto mio, ma vorrei dirti addio
Stanotte andrà a finire come Dio solo sa
Baby, non seguirmi stavolta, so che ti pentirai
Quindi tieniti stretta voliamo senza ali
Vengo a strapparti il sorriso, la collana in carati
Dammi ciò che è mio
Non tocchi ciò che è mio
Sotto zero gradi, il freddo mi congela le ossa
Quando soffri sento i terremoti scosse percosse
Lacrime col trucco, sembra che tu pianga petrolio
Condannarti per ciò che faccio anche io mi rende ipocrita
Questa verità è scomoda, sei una bugiarda cronica
Io non scappo, ma resto qua se la morte citofona
Conosco certi sguardi, ma voglio ignorarli
Ho firmato un contratto, al diavolo quei tacchi
Non farmi domande
Una vita in guerra, un giorno di pace, non voglio le altre
Tu stammi distante e dimmi
Se quando se quando sei sola pensi a noi
O lui ti ha fatto scordare di me
Vieni a fare di me ciò che vuoi, ma ricordati che
Un figlio di puttana io lo fotterei a gratis
Fotti ‘sto figlio di puttana, baby, ma senza baci
Stanotte trattengo il respiro fino a quando non chiami
Gridando: “Siamo ricchi” con in tasca i soldi degli altri
Cercavo un posto mio, ma vorrei dirti addio
Stanotte andrà a finire come Dio solo sa
Baby, non seguirmi stavolta, so che ti pentirai
Quindi tieniti stretta voliamo senza ali
Vengo a strapparti il sorriso, la collana in carati
Dammi ciò che è mio
Non tocchi ciò che è mio
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – What You Gonna Do [Official Audio] Letra, Lyrics:
[Intro]
D-Roc
Young man, young man
[Chorus]
Sung in the choir when I was a child
When grandmom died my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride
I made a ski-mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope, until I’m in the dirt
Gravedigga, he don’t like to flirt
He said he need some work
He could kill to play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step then we stop
He go by “Top”, and he kill plenty and they want to see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he a official
They want switches on their Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattеrn
Left inside my five car
[Verse 1]
Nigga, I want static, wе get active
I say, “Bitch, let’s go to war”
I say, “Better make sure you ready, here they come”
[Refrain]
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon’ do when they come for you
This shit should be old
They comin’ to take your motherfuckin’ soul and you sittin’ around dancin’, and playin’ with these hoes
Like, we ain’t got them Glocks out, tryna knock your top off
Take it easy, I’m with big C though, that’s Choppa Boy
Disrespect, trip to the doctor for it
Sprint, take off his spinal cord
Now run dumb bitch
Couldn’t get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did
[Refrain]
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon’ do when they come for you
[Chorus]
Sung in the choir when I was a child
When grandmom died my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride
I made a ski-mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope, until I’m in the dirt
Gravedigga, he don’t like to flirt
He said he need some work
He could kill to play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step then we stop
He go by “Top”, and he kill plenty and they want to see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he a official
They want switches on their Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern
Left inside my five car
[Refrain]
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon’ do when they come for you
[Outro]
Nigga, I want static, we get active
I say, “Bitch, let’s go to war”
I say, “Better make sure you ready, here they come”
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon’ do when they come for you
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Dylan, Gaia – MORTO D’AMORE (Visual) Letra, Lyrics:
Mi si legge in viso che non mi fiderò
Sono un egoista: non presto e non condivido
Ascolta cosa dico perché, no, non lo ripeterò
Ogni giorno lo vivo come se fosse l’ultimo
Questa sensazione com’è che si chiama?
È come se avessi ricevuto un pugno in pancia (Yah)
Certi lo chiamano dio, certi invece karma (Yah)
Io non c’ero quando a tutti serviva una spalla (Nah)
Scappo via tipo Repubblica Dominicana (Seh)
Voglio andare da Santo Domingo, in [?] (Yo)
Ti ho spinto come se fossi il fine settimana (No)
Ti ho spezzato il cuore, adesso chi te lo ripara?
Ma questa volta
Sono qui soltanto per dirti che
Non sono in vena di polemiche
Mi trascini giù nella tua follia, poi vai via
Corri a beccare le tue amiche
Ogni volta parli male di me
Fingi che era colpa delle tue lacrime
Puoi bruciare ogni ricordo che ho, scriverò
Morto d’amore sulla lapide
Ma non importa, mi dai la colpa
E me lo fai apposta
Fai uscire (Fai uscire) fuori (Fuori) tutte le paure che ho
Li tratti (Tratti) come (Come) giochi (Giochi)
Fattene ciò che vuoi
Devo scacciare via (Yo) paranoie e fobia (Seh)
Hai le tue, io ho le mie (Ah-ah), dillo alle tue amiche arpie
Ho gli occhi rossi come rubini
Mentre sto mischiando coca col whisky (Dai)
Mi rivedi, mi riabbracci e mi stringi
Ma oramai, baby, non so che dirti
Ma questa volta
Sono qui soltanto per dirti che
Non sono in vena di polemiche
Mi trascini giù nella tua follia, poi vai via
Corri a beccare le tue amiche
Ogni volta parli male di me
Fingi che era colpa delle tue lacrime
Puoi bruciare ogni ricordo che ho, scriverò
Morto d’amore sulla lapide
Ma non importa, mi dai la colpa
E me lo fai apposta
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Dylan, Noyz Narcos, Guè – ILLUSI (Visual) Letra, Lyrics:
[Dylan:]
Mic check, spezzami il collo come la break dance
Yes, sono la morte in persona, Joe Black
Tennessee sul mixer, grammi negli ovetti Kinder
Stiamo trappando davanti a quel Kentucky Fried Chicken
Ti porto via la bitch, perché non ti rispetto (Nah)
Mi ha detto che non è mai stato a letto con un negro (Mai)
Io non fotto con ‘sti rapper, si atteggiano da tipe (Ah)
Io non fotto queste tipe, si atteggiano da rapper (Okay)
Qualcuno mi tradirà come Gesù con Giuda
Non mi fate paura neanche sotto tortura
American Gangster come fossi Frank Lucas
Gridando: “Eastide”, bitch, perché mia madre è di Brooklyn (Uh)
Non metto più le AirForce (No), Balenciaga Defender
Sto con tre bitch influencer come Kim, Kyle e Kendall (Okay)
Sto sputando sulla base con decenza e violenza
Fotti me, ti faccio fare una figura di merda
I re tremano quando al principe non basta più
Vuoi avere beef, sto nel mood, Dark Polo, Chicago Bulls
Mi puoi beccare nella giungla tra Bagheera e Baloo
[?], sei meglio tu, sangue di colore blu (Let’s go)
All black hoodie, giro tra i vicoli bui
“Morte a tutti gli infami” scritto sopra al muro
Troppo digital, alziamo soldi dal computer
Sputo rime, UZI, su fake trapper illusi
All black hoodie, giro tra i vicoli bui
“Morte a tutti gli infami” scritto sopra al muro
Troppo digital, alziamo soldi dal computer
Sputo rime, UZI, su fake trapper illusi
[Noyz Narcos:]
Certa gente pensa che ho bisogno d’aiuto
Certa gente può andare all’inferno, a fanculo
Scavo la tua fossa in zona sud, faccio un buco
Fotte Noyz, è n’illusion, illuso
Non ho ancora concluso, te chi sei? (Ahahah)
Mandi in hype pure questa Air Jordan 6
Sono a cena, sto fusion con lei
Torno a casa e grindo l’Audi sul guardrail
Trito l’erba con il global sopra al tagliere
Questa kush fumo appeso tutto il quartiere
Quando vedi che lo svuoto, riempi il bicchiere
Con me vedi che impari buone maniere
Click clack, murdering sopra il blood cut
Mi trovi di notte con le bire al K Pub
Vengo e te trappamo casa come no squad
Ghetto Boy, Bushwick Bill, Rap-A-Lot
[Dylan:]
All black hoodie, giro tra i vicoli bui
“Morte a tutti gli infami” scritto sopra al muro
Troppo digital, alziamo soldi dal computer
Sputo rime, UZI, su fake trapper illusi
All black hoodie, giro tra i vicoli bui
“Morte a tutti gli infami” scritto sopra al muro
Troppo digital, alziamo soldi dal computer
Sputo rime, UZI, su fake trapper illusi (Ah)
[Guè:]
All black, tutto Vetemens (Tutto)
Io non faccio rap (Ah), faccio il Vietnam (Ccra)
All blacks la mentalità (Seh)
Marco a uomo, alzo la mortalità
Marche in Duomo, la mia bitch mi dà la percentuale (Ah-ah)
Blue magic (Blue magic), portiamo pacchi, Re Magi (Yeah)
A disagio per le indagini (Seh)
Senti come trasformo le immagini (Senti)
Conto il sottomondo, benedico chi è ai margini (Bless)
Dici che i soldi non contano perché non li hai (Non li hai)
Con me ti stupefai, sei stupido su Spotify (Ahah)
Sei depresso, ti hanno promesso (Seh)
Che entro sera ti avranno messo sotto un cipresso (Rest in peace)
Pussy, boom, bye bye (Boom, bye bye)
Hai un pallino rosso in fronte, Mumbai
Nella tua Hyundai (Ah-ah)
Ti mirano dal ventesimo piano e you die
Il mio flow Badman, tu sei un fango, hamman (Ah-ah)
[Dylan:]
All black hoodie, giro tra i vicoli bui
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