[Verse] Cookin' up hits in the trap, recipe be mine, Heavy bass, beat slaps, hit the block, no time. Loops in the loop, echoes bounce in the dark, Spinnin' tales 'bout the hustle, sizzle from the start. [Verse 2] Mics and mixers, whippin' crackle on wax, D-boy dreams, got stacks in the tracks. Autotune tunes, dripped out, same saga, Rhymes in the grinder, roll tight like a Rasta. [Chorus] This a trap 'bout a trap, layers on layers, Beats so fat, make the neighbors say prayers. Trap 'bout a trap, we wrap the noise tight, Echoes in the night, mixtape take flight. [Verse 3] Track 'bout the cut, needle to the vinyl, Trap life's spiral, transcend the final. Spit raw on bars, trap-bass drum bang, Tales of the streets, smoke rise, we slang. [Bridge] Coded messages in the lines, encrypt the whip, Shades low, beats high, never lose grip. Trap in the trap, cyclical synergy, We create the beat, narrate the energy. [Chorus] This a trap 'bout a trap, layers on layers, Beats so fat, make the neighbors say prayers. Trap 'bout a trap, we wrap the noise tight, Echoes in the night, mixtape take flight.
gritty trap bass-heavy
English
The song exudes a gritty and raw energy, capturing the essence of street life and the hustle. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the trap music scene, filled with tales of struggle, success, and perseverance. The heavy bass and intense beats contribute to a powerful and edgy emotional tone throughout the song.
This song is perfect for setting the mood in a club, at a party, or during a workout session. It can also be used in films, TV shows, or documentaries that aim to portray urban culture and the underground music scene.
The song features a gritty trap bass-heavy music style, characterized by deep basslines, aggressive beats, and raw vocals. The use of autotune, mixers, and rhymes adds layers to the track, creating a dynamic and immersive listening experience. The lyrics showcase a strong sense of storytelling and wordplay, enhancing the overall impact of the song.
1(Verse) Ayy, Smitten in this bitch, don't need no introduction I'm droppin' this diss track, time to cause some destruction. Your audio's shit, soundin' like you're rappin' from a tin can, Step up your fuckin' game, fool, you ain't even in my SLUT clan. 2(Chorus) Shades on, Mic off, You ain't even close to my level, Flexin' on your weak ass, I'm the rap devil, 21+ island, but your rhymes ain't grown enough, You still wear diapers, while I'ma lyrical thug, ya I'm tough as fuck. 3(Verse) You spendin' all your dough on shades like a dumbass clown, But a better mic could make you sound less like a breakdown, I see you rockin' hats and bandanas, lookin' wild, But them crazy eyes of yours can't hide that deep down you're still just a fuckin' child. 4(Chorus) Shades on, Mic muted, You playin' a loser's game, Listen to my flow, Tek, it's like a lyrical flame, You on Discord flexin' like you run the show, But in this rap game, this bitch rules, this is my flow. 5(Bridge) You think you tough with your fake ass bravado, But I see right through you, you're just a shallow shadow, Talkin' big, actin' like you own the scene, But your rhymes are weak, your style's obscene. 6(Verse) You talk a big game, but you ain't got the skill, Your verses are flat, while mine give them chills, You think you a king, but you ain't even a pawn, In this rap game, bitch, I'm the fuckin' dawn. 7(Chorus) Shades on, Mic off, You ain't even close to my level, Flexin' on your weak ass, I'm the true rap devil, 21+ island, but your rhymes ain't grown enough, You a baby in diapers, while I'm a lyrical thug, ya, I'm tough as fuck. 8(Outro) So here I go, now let me put my shades on, keep that mic muted, don't test my wrath, You ain't ready for this heat, go take a cold bath, I'm the queen of this rap shit, you just a wannabe, Shades on, mic off, you see this bitch? I'm the new rap G, haha bye.
Brayden Lewis sits down to piss Andrew Swenson needs to clean his pits Robert Crouch cut his hair like Mia Alley cuts her wrists Wyatt Young needs to throws a fit Kaiden Ely has a micro-dick Anna Joy doesnt know how to sit Leah Kelly, where yo oven mitts? Ms Bisson could never rhyme McCarthy cant throw a dime Mr Pratt is a pedophile He isnt allowed within a mile Ms Macedo isnt cool She makes school dreadful She looks like a mule She might just be a fool Mason Cumin soft as hell He should go kill himself I hope he doesnt grow generational wealth If i saw him near the stairs he would've fell Weak like a seashell His autism make him unwell Mason is a retarded fuck He is a perverted cuck Fuck that cunt i hope he dies in a fire
Eu fui puxado através das dimensões, de volta no mundo, Começando no subsolo, entro na tal "batcaverna", sem rumo, Encontro itens, pra zerar o jogo, o portal é distante, Mas devo ir e procurar, o caminho é incessante. Em meio ao caos, acho um portal sem stronghold, Entrando no portal completo, o end é escuro e frio, Escuto todos os endermans, bugado, entro no overworld, Vida instantânea, imortal, me sinto legal, desafio sombrio. Refrão: Escuridão nessa terrível solidão, o medo me consome, Vejo todos sumirem, sinto a dor que o vazio traz, Adquiro bloco de comando, com poder que não some, Meu destino é incerto, no vasto vazio, tudo se desfaz. Verso 2: Uso um comando, ativo objeto, end fica estável, Dois dragões aparecem, fim incerto, desafio é inabalável, Vejo itens sumirem, imortalidade esvanecer, Farmo e minero ao máximo, elytra é o meu querer. Depois de muito tempo, dragão derrotado, busca pela elytra, Alternativa some, end pode sumir sem sua liturgia, Plano dos cristais, sacrifício no end, me prendo sozinho, Vigiando de longe, solidão me abraça, mas erguendo tudo, sigo meu caminho. Ponte: Solidão me consome, mas meu poder é meu guia, No vazio do end, minha presença traz harmonia, Sou vigilante, guardião da dimensão, Na escuridão, encontro minha redenção. Pico: O fim é incerto, mas minha missão é clara, Comando os elementos, minha vontade é rara, Sou o mestre do end, no silêncio, minha voz, Na solidão eterna, encontro a paz entre nós. Refrão: Escuridão nessa terrível solidão, o medo me consome, Vejo todos sumirem, sinto a dor que o vazio traz, Adquiro bloco de comando, com poder que não some, Meu destino é incerto, no vasto vazio, tudo se desfaz. Verso 3: Minha jornada é eterna, mas minha vontade é forte, No fim do end, encontro meu norte, Cada passo, cada comando, é um eco na escuridão, Sou imortal, vigilante, minha lenda vive, nunca em vão. A elytra é meu prêmio, mas o sacrifício é real, No vazio do end, sou a luz, o final, Comando dragões, moldo o destino, No vasto vazio, sou eu, sozinho. Refrão: Escuridão nessa terrível solidão, o medo me consome, Vejo todos sumirem, sinto a dor que o vazio traz, Adquiro bloco de comando, com poder que não some, Meu destino é incerto, no vasto vazio, tudo se desfaz.
[Verse] They sit in front of the television, fat and stupid. The bodies become limp, the souls desolate. They watch the crappy American TV series. Eating mountains of chips and drinking cheap wine. [pre chorus] They call it "freedom", they call it "tolerance". I call it Europe's Danse Macabre. They dream of a “multicultural state”. For me it is just. [chorus] White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. [Verse] “Crimes of the Wehrmacht” when I hear that. They besmirch the heroes and celebrate the deserters. Where once our victorious troops came home, Today the gays are in each other's arms. [pre chorus] They call it "freedom", they call it "tolerance". I call it Europe's Danse Macabre. They dream of a “multicultural state.” For me it is just. [chorus] White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. [Verse] They forbid me from singing and soon from speaking. My opinion would not be an opinion, but a crime. That's called "freedom of expression" and I can only laugh. Better to be a "criminal" than go along with this shit. [pre chorus] They call it "freedom", they call it "tolerance". I call it Europe's Danse Macabre. They dream of a “multicultural state.” For me it is just. [chorus] White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason. White treason.
Song Title: Bark and Hustle Verse 1: Mondo back in action, he’s the king of the grind, Barkin’ at the haters, leave ‘em all behind, Trap life, hard core, he’s the top dog, Curly fur, gold chain, strollin’ through the fog. Lyrical assassin, Mondo got the bars, Rollin’ in the city, cruisin’ past the cars, Scammin’ on the haters, making money moves, Trap beats hittin’ hard, nothin’ left to lose. Chorus: Bark and hustle, Mondo in the game, Hardcore hip-hop, makin’ hits, bringin’ fame, Lyrical genius, scammin’ to the top, Mondo’s on a mission, ain’t no way he’ll stop. Bark and hustle, yeah, we takin’ over, Trap beats, hard bars, lyrics like a rover, Mondo’s on the rise, leadin’ the pack, Bark and hustle, baby, ain’t no lookin’ back. Verse 2: From the kennel to the stage, Mondo spit fire, Every line he drop, takin’ the game higher, Curly fur, tight flow, can’t nobody match, Mondo in the booth, every track a catch. Hustlin’ in the city, scammin’ with the style, Mondo’s got the swagger, makin’ the haters rile, Lyrical precision, every word a hit, Trap lord Mondo, never gonna quit. Chorus: Bark and hustle, Mondo in the game, Hardcore hip-hop, makin’ hits, bringin’ fame, Lyrical genius, scammin’ to the top, Mondo’s on a mission, ain’t no way he’ll stop. Bark and hustle, yeah, we takin’ over, Trap beats, hard bars, lyrics like a rover, Mondo’s on the rise, leadin’ the pack, Bark and hustle, baby, ain’t no lookin’ back. Bridge: From dusk till dawn, Mondo keep it real, Every beat he touch, got that Mondo feel, Trap, scam, hardcore, lyrical and raw, Mondo’s in the game, breakin’ every law. Chorus: Bark and hustle, Mondo in the game, Hardcore hip-hop, makin’ hits, bringin’ fame, Lyrical genius, scammin’ to the top, Mondo’s on a mission, ain’t no way he’ll stop. Bark and hustle, yeah, we takin’ over, Trap beats, hard bars, lyrics like a rover, Mondo’s on the rise, leadin’ the pack, Bark and hustle, baby, ain’t no lookin’ back. Outro: Bark and hustle, it’s the anthem of the streets, Mondo bringin’ fire, feel the heavy beats, Hardcore hip-hop, we reign supreme, Bark and hustle, livin’ the dream.
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So even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow I still have a dream Penso em nada Sinto tudo tão confuso Esse mundo Somos ensinados a viver uma competição Correndo atrás do tempo pela falsa ilusão Quem foi que disse que eu tenho que pagar pra ver Quem foi que disse que o dinheiro é o que me dá prazer Quem é que disse que dinheiro é poder Quem inventou preço pra viver Vou voltar e fazer dessa história, uma vitória Sem a pressão dos ponteiros Já não sinto mais o mal lá fora A toda a hora Que me faz lembrar outra vez De que aqui não há O melhor ou pior O universo é um só Retornaremos ao pó de estrelas E não há O melhor ou pior O universo é um só Retornaremos ao pó de estrelas lá no céu Ooh, ooh, ooh (oh oh oh oh oh oh) Penso em nada (penso em nada) Sinto tudo (sinto tudo) Tão confuso (tão confuso) Esse mundo (esse mundo) Quem é que disse que dinheiro é poder (dinheiro é poder) Quem inventou preço pra viver Vou voltar e fazer dessa história, uma vitória Sem a pressão dos ponteiros Já não sinto mais o mal lá fora A toda a hora Que me faz lembrar outra vez De que aqui não há O melhor ou pior O universo é um só Retornaremos ao pó de estrelas E não há O melhor ou pior O universo é um só Retornaremos ao pó de estrelas lá no céu
[Verse] Relógio no pulso, ouro brilhando Van Cleef no pescoço, só tô me destacando Vida de luxo, carro preto rebaixado Dentro do meu curo, som alto, vidro fumê, estilizado [Verse 2] Contando stack, sem tempo pra descanso No pulso, Rolex, movimento avançando Enquanto eles falam, eu só tô faturando Grife e sucesso, no topo tô reinando [Chorus] Rolex no brilho, é respeito na cena Van Cleef no peito, essa vida é uma cena Ostentação é lema, sempre de primeira Subimos de nível, pisando sem maneira [Verse] Passei na sua frente, o relógio cega de longe Eles querem saber, inveja tá vindo de monte Roupa importada, só vestindo o melhor O brilho deles apagado, meu estilo maior [Bridge] Por onde passo, respeito é natural Cada peça mostra, quem é o animal Vivendo no luxo, só movendo ideal Van Cleef e Rolex, o clichê capital [Chorus] Rolex no brilho, é respeito na cena Van Cleef no peito, essa vida é uma cena Ostentação é lema, sempre de primeira Subimos de nível, pisando sem maneira
Verse 1: Ken with his fiery hair, always stood out in the crowd, But his secret was hidden, his true self not allowed, Hiding behind a mask, pretending to be someone else, But deep down inside, he was longing to be himself. Chorus: Ken, oh Ken, with your vibrant colors shining bright, Your flute playing sweet melodies in the dead of night, No longer hiding, no longer afraid to be true, Your rainbow flag flying high, in a sky so blue. Verse 2: For years he lived in fear, afraid of what they'd say, But now he's found his voice, and he won't be led astray, His loud obnoxious voice, now a symbol of his pride, No longer in the shadows, he's done trying to hide. Chorus: Ken, oh Ken, with your vibrant colors shining bright, Your flute playing sweet melodies in the dead of night, No longer hiding, no longer afraid to be true, Your rainbow flag flying high, in a sky so blue. Bridge: He's finally free, to be who he's meant to be, No longer bound by chains, he's finally feeling free, His true colors shining, in a world that's black and white, Ken is living his truth, and it feels so right. Chorus: Ken, oh Ken, with your vibrant colors shining bright, Your flute playing sweet melodies in the dead of night, No longer hiding, no longer afraid to be true, Your rainbow flag flying high, in a sky so blue. Outro: So here's to Ken, living his life out loud, Embracing who he is, standing tall and proud, No longer hiding, no longer afraid to be true, Ken's vibrant colors shining bright, in everything he'll do.
[Verse] Lost in el shadow of mi mente, clouds dense Trapped en el fuego, heart palpitates, intense Found a flicker, ese rayito pequeño Escaping negativity, ya no soy el dueño [Verse 2] This light turns warm, melting hielo frío Guiding my camino, mi propio hero Bumped into faith, un aliado impensado Soul levitates, feeling energy renovado [Chorus] Es el era, iqué maravilla! From oscuro to brilla Esa luz, guía mía In the sky, estrellita brilla [Bridge] Rising with fuerza, un guerrero sin armadura Facing daytime spectros, mente segura Dark thoughts, ya no son mi yugo Este fuego, a beaming fuego [Verse 3] Fears siendo cenizas, viento se los lleva Dreams, colorful, mind se eleva Building mi kingdom, bricks of esperanza Aquí finalmente, il célula danza [Chorus] Es el era, iqué maravilla! From oscuro to brilla Esa luz, guía mía In the sky, estrellita brilla
Kroher, Meister der Bewegung, der die Bilder tanzen lässt, Mit Pixeln und Frames, seine Kunst niemals verlässt. Er zaubert Welten aus Licht, seine Designs sind Magie, Kroher, der Motion-Designer, seine Visionen sind Genie. Kroher, Kroher, König der Animation, Mit unendlicher Kreativität, in jeder Komposition. Kroher, der Künstler, der die Leinwand belebt, Kroher, der Designer, dessen Werk die Welt erhebt. Mit After Effects und Blender, erschafft er Dimensionen, Kroher bringt Bewegung, lässt die Farben sich verschmelzen. Seine Hand erschafft Wunder, jede Szene ein Gedicht, Kroher, der Animator, der im Dunkeln Licht verspricht. Kroher, Kroher, König der Animation, Mit unendlicher Kreativität, in jeder Komposition. Kroher, der Künstler, der die Leinwand belebt, Kroher, der Designer, dessen Werk die Welt erhebt. Wenn die Pixel tanzen, und die Frames zum Leben erwachen, Weißt du, dass Kroher da war, mit seinen kreativen Sachen. Er bringt Bewegung in die Stille, lässt die Bilder explodieren, Kroher, der Motion-Designer, der stets neue Wege kreiert. Kroher, Kroher, König der Animation, Mit unendlicher Kreativität, in jeder Komposition. Kroher, der Künstler, der die Leinwand belebt, Kroher, der Designer, dessen Werk die Welt erhebt.
Kotmann schleicht durch die Nacht, Schatten werden lang, Kotmann kämpft für die Stadt, keiner ist ihm zu krank. Kotmann bringt Ordnung ins Chaos, Fäuste aus Stahl, Kotmann, der Unbezwingbare, sein Wille wie ein Pharos. Kotmann, Kotmann, Retter dieser Zeit, Kotmann, ungebrochene Kraft, im Kampf stets bereit. Kotmann schwebt durch die Lüfte, schützt uns Tag und Nacht, Kotmann, unser Wächter, der jede Dunkelheit zerschlagt. Kotmann sieht jede Gefahr, Adleraugen klar, Kotmann ist da, wenn du ihn brauchst, immer für dich da. Kotmann, kein Hindernis zu groß, kein Feind zu stark, Kotmann beschützt die Stadt, selbst im finstersten Park. Kotmann, Kotmann, Retter dieser Zeit, Kotmann, ungebrochene Kraft, im Kampf stets bereit. Kotmann schwebt durch die Lüfte, schützt uns Tag und Nacht, Kotmann, unser Wächter, der jede Dunkelheit zerschlagt. Kotmann in den Gassen, er bleibt unerkannt, Kotmann, der Name, der in jeder Ecke bekannt. Kotmann kämpft für Gerechtigkeit, lässt keinen im Stich, Kotmann, der Krieger, der für das Gute spricht. Kotmann, Kotmann, Retter dieser Zeit, Kotmann, ungebrochene Kraft, im Kampf stets bereit. Kotmann schwebt durch die Lüfte, schützt uns Tag und Nacht, Kotmann, unser Wächter, der jede Dunkelheit zerschlagt.
