Back to the Night

Typa girl that'll make you wanna dream (me) Typa girl that came straight off of the screen (screen, screen) Typa girl you wanna ice up, make me freeze (hot, hot) Typa girl you wanna wife up, sign the pre I bring money to the table, not your dinner Both my body and my bank account, good figure Thinkin' 'bout me, but there's nothing to consider If I let you in my circle, you a winner Didn't know that you were cold 'til you felt my fire Heaven's gate just opened up, hearing choirs If you say something else, you a liar 'Cause I'm that girl that drive you crazy, but you can't leave me alone Got you thinkin' maybe I went supernatural Put you under spells or look into a crystal ball I'm not like these other girls at all I'm the typa girl that make you forget that you got a type Type that make you love me when the only thing you done is like I'm that typa girl, I'm that typa girl I'm that typa girl, I'm that typa girl Like du-du-dun, du-du-du-dun Like du-du-dun, du-du-du-dun Uh, I'm the type of girl that everybody type Double tap, tap, tap, what everybody like You can check my stats, got everybody's eye And I run them laps 'round everybody's mind All of these girls on some uppercase shit That mean they all cap Being the best at whatever I do That's sounding on brand Typa girl that you wish for when you blow that candle out Typa girl that you wanna take back to your mama house Typa girl that don't ask for what she wants, she's takin' out Typa girl who got bag in same quality as Chanel Now you know that you were cold 'cause you felt my fire Heaven's gate just opened up, hearing choirs If you say something else, you a liar 'Cause I'm that girl that drive you crazy, but you can't leave me alone Got you thinkin' maybe I went supernatural Put you under spells or look into a crystal ball I'm not like these other girls at all I'm the typa girl that make you forget that you got a type Type that make you love me when the only thing you done is like I'm that typa girl, I'm that typa girl I'm that typa girl, I'm that typa girl Like du-du-dun, du-du-du-dun Like du-du-dun, du-du-du-dun

[Verse] Chameleon King I swing like a pendulum, Mood switch on the blink, in the game I enter'em, Switchin' up colors, got that chameleon blue link, From Dillip to Offyd, I'm a stealthy ass flink, Camouflage swaggin', ain't never caught slippin', Flow switchin' rapid, the beat my only mission. [Verse 2] Stealth like a ninja, ain't no sight of the end, Gone in one hood, reappear with the friend, Turnin' heads on the street like a busy intersection, But when the heat's on, vanish without detection, Mood ring rappin', colors on a dizzle, Metaphor magician, make reality dribble. [Chorus] Camouflage in the crowd, got heads spinnin' round, In the city, outta sight, but always real loud, I'm the Chameleon King, on this lyrical swing, Making magic outta rhymes, ain't no ordinary thing. [Verse 3] Daylight to twilight I be shapeshiftin', From darkness to spotlight, my lyrics upliftin', Wrappin' in enigma, ain't no catchin' the driftin', My style so versatile, got 'em heads twistin', In and out the scene, ghostwhisper's my name, Peekaboo flow, in and out the frame. [Bridge] Blending like a gradient, ain't no alias, Same dude here, no matter the radius, Master of disguise, in this world of imitators, Original vibe, ain't no true replicators. [Verse 4] Streetwise wizard, illusions on demand, Lyrics conjure reality, like no sleight of hand, Urban jungle prowler, shades ever-evolving, Wordsmith chameleon, forever problem-solving, Grim reaper to jokester, spectrum ever-changing, In this game of chase, always rearranging.

[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.

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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

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] José no morro treinava até o anoitecer Um dia deu um mortal pra trás e foi parar no frio Antártica o chamava com um vento que fazia tremer Mas lá encontrou um rival de outra pátria ao sul do rio [Verse 2] O pinguim do Vietnã tava pronto pra lutar Rima e mortal era o desafio a enfrentar José olhou nos olhos do oponente e pensou "Hoje vou mostrar o que o morro me ensinou" [Chorus] No ringue de gelo Mortal e rima no duelo José e o pinguim se enfrentam Quem vencerá neste duelo [Verse 3] José começou a rima com talento e fervor O pinguim respondeu com agilidade Sem temor Cada linha cortava o ar gélido Com precisão A plateia nas montanhas fazia ecoar a emoção [Verse 4] Um mortal pra lá Um mortal pra cá José rodopiava Sem parar de rimar O pinguim com suas asas Como adaga a perfurar O duelo de talentos Impossível de parar [Bridge] Gelo rachando debaixo dos pés Mas a batalha continuava José e o pinguim Num ritmo alucinante Quem venceria essa dança flamejante

[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 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.

[Verse] You say you for the slaves Abe But you moving slow Need that action now Abe We need to grow [Verse 2] Chains been on too long Abe Time we break free Justice ain't a maybe Abe It's a guarantee [Chorus] Free the people now Abe Can't afford delay Equal rights for all Abe Time to lead the way [Verse 3] Words ain't enough Abe Show us your might Freedom's in our grasp Abe End all the plight [Bridge] Step it up Abe Hear the call Lift us up Abe One and all [Verse 4] No more waiting Abe Go make it real Slavery's fading Abe Time to seal the deal

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L - O - L honey girl Im stompin on Coming on the runway with a crazy thong I’m Here with my girls on this song To give it all I got call it ambiance In it for the credit well isn’t that clear? So Sorry that I ate. Well dinner heres dear! Im in the Head of quarters like my name is miss fear And im running this show so give me the steer M-O-O-N is what guides the tides And I W-I-N every time I guide This group to V-I-C honey its not a lie So its C-H-A-I to those from the side.