Freedom Rise

Verse 1: It all started back in summer '22, Mom stepped in, said "I'll support you." New terrace plans, DIY style, Dad, friends, and me, we worked for a while. Grillin' and chillin', beers on the side, Even Mom's partner lent us his guide. "Thanks for the help," I said with pride, But soon enough, chaos arrived. Chorus: Family drama, it cuts so deep, Can't fix a heart with words we speak. Trying to build, but walls they keep, Falling down in this twisted beat. Verse 2: Mom showed up, started to flip, Dad got the wrong stuff, time was tight, had to dip. Mom screamed at friends, wife kicked her out, Tempers high, what’s this all about? Next day, Mom's partner calls me a fool, For ten bucks cement, guess I broke the rule. Mom's in psych, who's caring for Grandpa? Family in crisis, I’m caught in the drama. Chorus: Family drama, it cuts so deep, Can't fix a heart with words we speak. Trying to build, but walls they keep, Falling down in this twisted beat. Verse 3: Mom’s got cameras, spying on us, Accusing me of betrayal, such a fuss. I said, "That's illegal, I could sue," Three months of silence, what else to do? Planning communion, Mom’s got demands, Wanted her fam there, but we had our plans. Tensions rose, she took back the invite, Drama, disrespect, it's a constant fight. Chorus: Family drama, it cuts so deep, Can't fix a heart with words we speak. Trying to build, but walls they keep, Falling down in this twisted beat. Verse 4: Mom's partner calls me out again, Says she’s sick, "make amends, my friend." Came to the house, started a scene, Kids upstairs, don’t want them to see. Mom threatens life, partner gets mean, Tried to stay calm, not make it unclean. Finally, I said, "Mom, you need help," But they stormed out, it felt like hell. Chorus: Family drama, it cuts so deep, Can't fix a heart with words we speak. Trying to build, but walls they keep, Falling down in this twisted beat. Bridge: Emails, calls, the fight goes on, Heart attacks, visits, the bond seems gone. Trying to mend, but the scars run long, Family ties twisted in this song. Verse 5: Mom shows up, won't let it be, Blocking the door, it's insanity. Called the cops, couldn't take the stress, Life's a mess, but I tried my best. Now I'm left with the fallout here, Protecting my kids, battling fear. Family torn, but I'm standing strong, In this rap, I pour my soul, my song. Chorus: Family drama, it cuts so deep, Can't fix a heart with words we speak. Trying to build, but walls they keep, Falling down in this twisted beat. Outro: So here's my story, raw and true, Family can break, but we push through. In this rap, my heart's on display, Hoping for peace, maybe one day.

(Verse 1) J'ai grandi avec un ballon entre les pieds, Rêvant d'être le roi, sur le terrain, sacré. Les stades pleins, les foules en délire, Mais la réalité m'a frappé, fallait que je respire. Les entraînements, les sacrifices, les espoirs, Mais dans ce monde cruel, les rêves sont rares. Les blessures, les déceptions, les coups bas, Le destin a pris un virage que je n'voyais pas. (Refrain) J'voulais réussir, c'était soit le foot soit la boxe ou FIFA, (foot, boxe ou FIFA) Mais la vie m'a conduit ailleurs, loin des bandes. J'suis un peu trop rêveur, (un peu trop rêveur) même quand ça blesse, On continue d'avancer (ouais, on avance) malgré le stress. (Verse 2) Le bitume est froid, comme le cœur de certains, L'amitié d'hier, aujourd'hui n'est plus rien. Les souvenirs s'effacent, les rancœurs s'installent, Les mots doux deviennent des lames fatales. J'ai troqué les crampons pour un autre combat, La rue m'a appris à me battre, à rester droit. Les faux amis, les traîtres, ils t'laissent en plan, Mais dans ma nouvelle vie, j'ai trouvé mon clan. (Verse 3) Les médias parlent mal des banlieues parisiennes, BFM, CNews, ils crachent leur haine. Ils montrent que le pire, jamais le meilleur, Mais nous, on sait qu'y a d'la lumière au cœur. Les jeunes talentueux, les mères courageuses, Les sourires sincères, les vies précieuses. Les cités, c'est pas que violence et douleur, C'est aussi des rêves, des rires et des valeurs. (Pont) Les terrains verts, c'était mon paradis, Mais j'ai trouvé la gloire dans une autre vie. Les critiques, les doutes, j'les ai surmontés, Aujourd'hui, j'brille ailleurs, ils peuvent pas m'stopper. (Refrain) J'voulais réussir, c'était soit le foot soit la boxe ou FIFA, (foot, boxe ou FIFA) Mais la vie m'a conduit ailleurs, loin des bandes. J'suis un peu trop rêveur, (un peu trop rêveur) même quand ça blesse, On continue d'avancer (ouais, on avance) malgré le stress. (Outro) Les rêves de gosse, parfois ça part en fumée, Mais chaque échec, c'est une chance de se relever. J'ai trouvé ma place, dans un autre décor, Le foot m'a forgé, mais j'ai trouvé mon trésor. La trahison fait partie du chemin, Mais malgré tout, je garde le cœur serein. Dans ce monde de fous, on reste les plus proches, Les vrais, les faux, on apprend à les connaître.

(Verse 1) Ouais, j'ai grandi entre béton et bitume, Dans ma tête, y'avait toujours un peu de brume. Les frères qu'on croyait soudés, maintenant divisés, La rue, elle t'apprend vite à qui tu peux te fier. Les sourires faux, les poignards dans le dos, Les rêves brisés par des promesses sans écho. La famille, c'est sacré, mais parfois ça déçoit, Les masques tombent et tu vois qui reste dans l'foyer. (Refrain) Dans cette jungle, on survit à chaque saison, Les trahisons des proches, on les voit à l'horizon. J'suis un peu trop rêveur, (un peu trop rêveur) même quand ça blesse, On continue d'avancer (ouais, on avance) malgré le stress. (Verse 2) Le bitume est froid, comme le cœur de certains, L'amitié d'hier, aujourd'hui n'est plus rien. Les souvenirs s'effacent, les rancœurs s'installent, Les mots doux deviennent des lames fatales. Des promesses de loyauté qui s'effritent, Dans ce monde cruel, les rêves se désintègrent. L'argent, la gloire, ça change les gens, Les vrais amis sont rares, comme l'or dans le vent. (Pont) Ouais, j'ai vu des frères trahir pour des billets, Le regard plein de haine, ils oublient le passé. Les souvenirs d'enfance, c'est maintenant du passé, Les faux frères, je les vois, mais je reste impassible. (Refrain) Dans cette jungle, on survit à chaque saison, Les trahisons des proches, on les voit à l'horizon. J'suis un peu trop rêveur, (un peu trop rêveur) même quand ça blesse, On continue d'avancer (ouais, on avance) malgré le stress. (Outro) La vie, c'est un combat, chaque jour une épreuve, On tombe, on se relève, on efface les rêves. La trahison fait partie du chemin, Mais malgré tout, je garde le cœur serein. On avance, on survit, on s'accroche, Dans ce monde de fous, on reste les plus proches. Les vrais, les faux, on apprend à les connaître, La rue, elle t'apprend à qui tu peux remettre.

[Verse] Kickin' back in the scene, no limousine but I'm clean, Thoughts sharper than guillotine, grindin' between dreams, King in a rapper's scheme, snatchin' crowns and routines, Underdogs supreme, turn night to bright gleam. [Chorus] City lights flicker in the distance, resistance, Not a game, it's persistence, flow like an insistence, Rhymes fenced, no resemblance, heavy with the sense, Rap battles commence, intense, crack the sequence. [Verse 2] Droppin' lines, conscious mind, with time intertwined, Lost in the grind, rewind, scenes realigned, Heart confined, in rhymes, stories combined, Words undermined, designed to leave haters behind. [Chorus] City lights flicker in the distance, resistance, Not a game, it's persistence, flow like an insistence, Rhymes fenced, no resemblance, heavy with the sense, Rap battles commence, intense, crack the sequence. [Bridge] Inked thoughts in a notebook, pages burnt, Life lessons learnt, through struggles and turnt, Wheels rollin', never still, urge to fulfill, Fight uphill, in the darkness, signs of skill. [Verse 3] Master of the rhyme play, hustle every day, True to my way, shadows can't sway, Soul never caged, on this stage I blaze, Metaphors and wordplay, in infinite arrays.

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[Verse] Once ruled with an iron fist, now it's odd King Kadi sittin', Victor's threat like a facade PCAOB breathin' down his neck, mad squad Back at EY, wishin' he never left the mod pod [Verse 2] Forvis Mazars got him stressed, feelin' the press Partnership ain't sweet when checks turn to debts Miss the crew, EY nights, and cubicle bets Now shoutin' "mkah", tryin' to catch his breath [Chorus] King Kadi on a throne, fightin' unknowns Victor playin' games, losin' his bones PCAOB on his tail, makin’ moans EY, how’d he miss those stones [Bridge] Sittin' alone in his chamber, thoughts simmer Victor prowlin' in shadows, that constant glimmer PCAOB, they plot, patience gettin' thinner MKAH, Kadi lookin' back like a beginner [Verse 3] Forvis Mazars ain't the same, workplace to blame Chasin' the ghosts of audits past, a lonely game EY's golden days hauntin' his frame Victor's playbook like a flickerin' flame [Chorus] King Kadi on a throne, fightin' unknowns Victor playin' games, losin' his bones PCAOB on his tail, makin’ moans EY, how’d he miss those stones

In the heart of the school, where the chalkboards gleam, Two teachers plot, with a dangerous scheme. Ms. Power and Mr. Might, with a vision so grand, To rule the world, with an iron hand. Chorus: They want to take over the world, with their dictator dreams, Turning lessons into laws, or so it seems. With knowledge as their weapon, and rules as their creed, Two teachers rise to power, driven by their need. Verse 2: Ms. Power, with her voice so loud and clear, Commands the students, instilling fear. Mr. Might, with his plans so tight, Strategizes their rise, in the dead of night. Chorus: They want to take over the world, with their dictator dreams, Turning lessons into laws, or so it seems. With knowledge as their weapon, and rules as their creed, Two teachers rise to power, driven by their need. Bridge: From the classroom to the streets, their influence spreads, In every corner of the world, their doctrines embed. Education turned to edicts, freedom to control, In their quest for domination, they'll seize every soul. Verse 3: The students now soldiers, in their grand design, Marching to orders, falling in line. Ms. Power and Mr. Might, rulers of the day, Dictators of a world, in their own way. Chorus: They want to take over the world, with their dictator dreams, Turning lessons into laws, or so it seems. With knowledge as their weapon, and rules as their creed, Two teachers rise to power, driven by their need. Outro: But in the hearts of the free, a rebellion starts to grow, Whispers of resistance, in the undertow. For no matter how strong, their rule might appear, The spirit of freedom, will always persevere.

[Verse] Kaiss grandit sous le soleil de Marseille, Ballon au pied, il chasse ses merveilles, Chaque jour qu'passait, il rêvait plus fort, De jouer au Bernabéu, il tenait son sort. [Verse 2] École, terrain, même les rues du quartier, Des dribbles en rap, des passes en poésies, Voir Zidane, Ronaldo dans l’écran plat, Aspirer leur grandeur, un gosse sur le trottoir. [Chorus] Des rêves de gosses qui s'envolent vers Madrid, Esprits pleins d'chimères, des étoiles dans ses rides, Courir après l'impossible comme un éclair, Kaiss, petit Marseillais, prêt à tout pour cet air. [Bridge] Chaque but marqué dans la cour du lycée, Un pas de plus vers le rêve espéré, Ses potes rigolent, disent "t'as aucune chance", Mais lui, il persévère, courant avec l’espérance. [Verse 3] Marseille dans son cœur, Madrid dans sa tête, Un lien si fort, où chaque défaite, Devenait un pas de plus dans cette quête, Jour après jour, il gravissait l’arête. [Chorus] Des rêves de gosses qui s'envolent vers Madrid, Esprits pleins d'chimères, des étoiles dans ses rides, Courir après l'impossible comme un éclair, Kaiss, petit Marseillais, prêt à tout pour cet air.

[Verse] Keyla, c'est ton jour, les étoiles brillent, la fête commence 15 ans, c'est pas rien, t'as traversé les danses Bougies sur le gâteau, le sucre qui balance Les amis autour, tout le monde en cadence [Verse 2] Les cadeaux s'empilent, c'est la tour d'Or de Pise Un parfum, un bijou, tout ça pour ta frimousse T'es la reine de la soirée, les éclats te laissent prise Les rires, les souvenirs, c'est du bonheur qu'on diffuse [Chorus] Keyla, Keyla, c'est ton anniversaire On danse, on crie, on fait la fête en l'air Keyla, Keyla, que des sourires sincères 15 ans, la vie commence, y'a plus de mystères [Verse 3] Les photos flashent, souvenirs en mosaïque Les regards brillent, tout est magnétique Ton sourire éclate, t'es la star magique Chaque instant gravé, moment symphonique [Bridge] La musique bat, les cœurs en harmonie Les lumières scintillent, c'est une symphonie Le temps suspendu, plus rien n'met un frein Keyla, pour tes 15 ans, c'est le destin [Chorus] Keyla, Keyla, c'est ton anniversaire On danse, on crie, on fait la fête en l'air Keyla, Keyla, que des sourires sincères 15 ans, la vie commence, y'a plus de mystères

(Verse 1) In the shadows, where the grey suits reign, Syndicate, they move in silence, no names, Posh style, but they're deadly like a hurricane, Money talks, and they're stacking up the chains. Grey smoke, filling up the room, Cold steel, cutting through the gloom, They walk with power, never meet their doom, Syndicate, they control the streets, consume. (Chorus) We are the syndicate, grey like the concrete, Run this city, move in secrecy, Got the diamonds dripping, never obsolete, Posh style, but our violence is discreet. We are the syndicate, hearts as cold as ice, Ruthless minds, we pay the price, Grey shades, but we're rolling the dice, In the underworld, where the strong survive. (Verse 2) Sharp knives, slicing through the night, No mercy, when we're in the fight, Black cars, moving out of sight, Syndicate, we're the rulers of the night. Cash flow, steady like a river, High life, we're the ultimate givers, No limits, we're the ultimate takers, Syndicate, we're the city's undertakers. (Bridge) Grey skies, but we see through the mist, Silent steps, like a deadly twist, Dangerous minds, on the syndicate's list, In the underworld, where the power persists. (Chorus) We are the syndicate, grey like the concrete, Run this city, move in secrecy, Got the diamonds dripping, never obsolete, Posh style, but our violence is discreet. We are the syndicate, hearts as cold as ice, Ruthless minds, we pay the price, Grey shades, but we're rolling the dice, In the underworld, where the strong survive. (Outro) Watch out, when you hear the whisper, Syndicate, we're the eternal blizzard, Grey hearts, in the shadows we deliver, In this game of life, we are the shiver.