Mr patriot pt2

[Verse] Left, right, left, ain’t no left to find, Marchin’ through the Republic, Lord, it’s a bind. Glory, glory, where’d ya hide the wine? Granny’s in the kitchen, bakin’ mud pie fine. [Chorus] Glory, glory, hear the soldiers whine, Republic’s got no gravy, just dust and swine. How’d we end up here, haystack yer only shrine, Left, right, left, follow that crooked line. [Verse 2] Left, right, left, them cows can’t moo, Republic’s farms so barren, nothin’ left to chew. Rusty tractors on a hill, cobwebs ‘round them too, Picking bugs for supper, what’s a soldier to do? [Chorus] Glory, glory, can’t find a dime, Republic spends on nothin', just wastin' time. Marchin’ through the muck, cannot find a sign, Left, right, left, nothin’s feelin' fine. [Bridge] Left, right, left, Granny’s raisin’ cane, Bought herself a ticket, leavin’ on a train. Republic ain’t got roads, just mud n’ rain, Packin’ up our boots, leavin’ this here plain. [Chorus] Glory, glory, cheers to bustin' spine, The Republic’s just a mem'ry under dust so fine. Now we’re off to somewhere, nothin’s quite aligned, Left, right, left, freedom’s on our mind.

[Verse] Verbs poppin', nouns droppin', mind state hypersonic, Words comin' together like Voltron, supersonic chronic, Headphones blaze, lyrics like a 5G download, Brain auto-tune, information overload. [Chorus] Lightning strikes the mic, verbal electricity, Speed of light syllables, catchin' velocity, Fast rap mania, can't escape the gravity, Pop culture references, call it lyrical savagery. [Verse 2] Bass thumpin', mind jumpin', speed like Sonic, Analog mind in a digital sonic comic, Levitatin' beats, rise above static friction, Musical addiction, coded in rap diction. [Bridge] Metaphors flip scripts, like acrobatic tricks, Semantics ricochet, bouncing off the beats, Cynical, whimsical, every line clicks, Fast rap cyclone, words movin' in fleets. [Chorus] Lightning strikes the mic, verbal electricity, Speed of light syllables, catchin' velocity, Fast rap mania, can't escape the gravity, Pop culture references, call it lyrical savagery. [Verse 3] Cyclonic syntax, storm of phonics, Brainwaves crash, tsunami in electronics, Grammies on the shelf, chaos but methodical, Jumbled thoughts spillin', but composition so logical.

[Verse] Di dalam kegelapan aku berdiri tegak Menghadapi bayangan tanpa rasa takut Jeritan jiwa teriakan tanpa suara Melawan arus melintasi neraka [Chorus] Kegelapan abadi menyelimuti malam Dalam dingin aku tetap bertahan Cahaya pudar harapan mulai hilang Hanya bayangan yang kan jadi teman [Verse 2] Kuberjalan tanpa tahu tujuan Melangkah pasti dengan penuh keyakinan Setiap lorong gelap penuh cobaan Tapi hati ini takkan pernah goyah [Chorus] Kegelapan abadi menyelimuti malam Dalam dingin aku tetap bertahan Cahaya pudar harapan mulai hilang Hanya bayangan yang kan jadi teman [Bridge] Di ujung lorong ada bintang kecil Memberi harapan di tengah rintihan Meski gelap terasa begitu degil Aku percaya akan ada jalan [Chorus] Kegelapan abadi menyelimuti malam Dalam dingin aku tetap bertahan Cahaya pudar harapan mulai hilang Hanya bayangan yang kan jadi teman

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!

[Verse] Byli jsme v obchodním centru první rande tam Ona domácí limonádu já si kávu dám [Verse 2] První rande první polibek chvíle tak vážná Půjčila mi klávesnici psali jsme moc vážná [Chorus] Ty a já v centru kde všechno září Ruku v ruce naše srdce nezdárná Ty a já v centru kde všechno září První rande naše láska je jasná [Verse] Obchodní centrum plné světel barev Naše rande něco víc než par [Bridge] Jen ty a já proti všemu co přijde V centru světa našli jsme se v čase mizí [Chorus] Ty a já v centru kde všechno září Ruku v ruce naše srdce nezdárná Ty a já v centru kde všechno září První rande naše láska je jasná

[Instrumental]

Cruisin' down the street, bumpin' that old school beat Windows down, feelin' the heat 808s knockin', speakers poppin' In the city where the phonk don't stoppin' We be smokin' in the city, keep it gritty Riding low, speakers blow, feelin' so litty Phonk in the air, everywhere we go This is how we roll, this is how we flow Samples chop, screw it up, make it drop Layered sounds, deep underground, can't stop From the tape decks to the streets, that's where we meet In the city of phonk, where the vibe is sweet We be smokin' in the city, keep it gritty Riding low, speakers blow, feelin' so litty Phonk in the air, everywhere we go This is how we roll, this is how we flow P-Funk vibes, G-funk rides, gettin' high In the land of the phonk, where we never say goodbye We be smokin' in the city, keep it gritty Riding low, speakers blow, feelin' so litty Phonk in the air, everywhere we go This is how we roll, this is how we flow So if you feeling the vibe, come join the tribe In the city where phonk comes alive

[Verse] Night's so long dark shadows creeping Your face haunts me your voice we'reeping Empty streets echoes of laughter gone Memories twisted pain dwells on [Verse 2] City lights flickering whispers cold Times rewritten stories retold Pieces of you scattered all around Heartbeats falter silence profound [Chorus] Where'd you go lost in the crowd Your name a ghost I scream out loud Empty arms reach out to hold Every second without you feels so cold [Verse 3] Worn out pictures frame your smile Walk these streets mile after mile Can't escape your touch still lingers Holding air grasping with fingers [Bridge] Voices tell me move on stronger But your absence makes night longer Shadows choke me feelings deeper Love's a trap pulled in steeper [Chorus] Where'd you go lost in the crowd Your name a ghost I scream out loud Empty arms reach out to hold Every second without you feels so cold

Pedal to the metal, we ain't ever gonna stop, Cruisin' through the hills, reachin' for the top, Yezhersco in our sights, with the sun up in the sky, Biking hard, never lagging, we just let the wheels fly. We the kings of the mountain, cooler than the goats, All the cows be watchin', they takin' down notes, Fresh spring water, nectar of the gods, Only real gangstas, reppin' no frauds. Handlebars steady, we rollin' up the trail, Every twist and turn, like we ridin' on a rail, Got the beats in my ear, and the wind at my back, This gangsta life on two wheels, ain't no need to pack. We the kings of the mountain, cooler than the goats, All the cows be watchin', they takin' down notes, Fresh spring water, nectar of the gods, Only real gangstas, reppin' no frauds. At the top, we chillin', breathin' in the view, Mountain air so crisp, it's the gangsta crew, Sip that spring water, pure and cold, Stories of the ride, forever to be told. Yezhersco vibes, where the real G's thrive, Pedalin' through life, feelin' so alive, We kings of the mountain, that's how it goes, Gangsta life on bicycles, everyone knows.

[Verse] Dirty kicks, street dreams, cash in the folds, Concrete jungle, snakes out for the gold. No cap, ice cold, heart of stone, Phony clowns better miss me, I’m in the zone. [Chorus] Graffiti art vibe, spray paint on the wall, Echoing chaos, through the urban sprawl. Rooftop nights, living free fall, Ripping through this city, ghost in the hall. [Verse 2] Pockets thin, grind thick, chasing the check, Sideways glances, respect to collect. Scratch the vinyl, DJ’s groove in my track, Microphone fiend, lyrical attack. [Chorus] Graffiti art vibe, spray paint on the wall, Echoing chaos, through the urban sprawl. Rooftop nights, living free fall, Ripping through this city, ghost in the hall. [Bridge] Dreams cracked, steamed by the subway, One track mind, grind till it's payday. Blocks echo tales of the unsung, Every verse whispered, still cling in the lungs. [Verse 3] Shady deals in the alley, shadows lurk, Corner store preacher, life lessons smirk. Knock-off Gucci, from a trunk sale, Hustle never stall, even when we fail.

[Verse] Waking up to a brand new day In a world where dreams stay No matter what comes our way We fight we rise okay [Verse 2] Eyes on the horizon bright Together we ignite With every step we take flight We're ready for the fight [Chorus] We are Team Elite No challenge is too great Infinite dreams await Together we'll create [Bridge] Through the storm and the night We will shine our light Hand in hand hearts ignite Together we will fight [Verse 3] Breaking through the shadows deep Promises we keep Onward climb never weep Victory won't sleep [Chorus] We are Team Elite No challenge is too great Infinite dreams await Together we'll create

(Verse 1) Rolling down the highway, under the sun’s golden glow, With the old Bova Futura, it's the slowest way to go. From city lights to countryside, we’re struggling on this arc, This coach is our companion, though it smells a bit like lark. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Verse 2) Seats are worn and lumpy, windows barely clear, Every traveler’s nightmare, every wanderer’s jeer. Gears take 30 seconds, oh the ride is not so sweet, In the heart of the Futura, it’s survival on each street. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Bridge) Mountains high and valleys low, through the wind and rain, The Futura keeps on rolling, though we groan in pain. Engine hums a weary tune, tires barely sound, In the heart of this old journey, freedom's barely found. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Outro) So here’s to many miles more, with Markolefas at the wheel, Through every twist and turn, we’re enduring what we feel. Old Bova Futura, our rusty, smelly friend, On the road of endless journeys, we hope it soon will end.