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Mic Drop

[Verse] I step on the stage, ready to ignite My flow so tight, it gonna take flight I'm the king of the game, ain't no debate Every word I spit be like a hand grenade I'm a lyrical assassin, watch me attack Unleashing rhymes that make your jaw crack My bars hit hard like a kick to the chest I'm the baddest rapper, the illest, the best I spit fire, hotter than the sun When I grab the mic, the battle's already won I'm the champion, ain't nobody coming close I leave a trail of destruction everywhere I go

Sharp Blades

[Verse] I step on the mic with a sharp blade flow Slicing through the beat, I'm a lyrical pro My words are weapons, lethal when they hit I aim for the heart, leave you in a deep pit I'm armed with metaphors, my mind is the arsenal Every line I drop will leave you startled I'm like a knife in the dark, slicing the beat My rhymes are sharp, they cut deep like meat I'm the rap vigilante, bringing the heat My lyricism is fierce, I'm a verbal elite I'm a weapon on the mic, no one can defend When I unleash my flows, it's the beginning of the end

Peeling Potatoes

[Verse] I'm in the kitchen, spittin' flames, you can feel the heat I got a beef with the potatoes, it's time for some deceit They think they're all that, thinkin' they're hella tough But I'm 'bout to show 'em, ain't no bluffin', call their bluff [Verse] Potato peeling, I'm revealing your true colors You may be smooth and creamy, but you ain't like the others You're messin' with the wrong rapper, this ain't a game I'll peel you up, slice you down, put you to shame [Verse] I'm like a sharp knife, ready to slice through the skin I'll make it look easy, watch the peel fly, it's a win Your starchiness won't save you from my lyrical assault Potato peeling, it's time for you to come to a halt

Profesor Universitario

[Verse] En el aula con mi bata, siendo el profesor Universitario, impartiendo todo mi conocimiento Mis estudiantes toman nota, escuchan sin cesar En la universidad, trabajando sin parar En la clase de historia, les cuento del pasado Desde los reyes hasta las revoluciones, bien repasado Con la pluma en la mano, escriben para aprender El conocimiento es poder, eso no lo puedo negar [Verse 2] En la biblioteca, buscando información Investigando, escribiendo, sin pausa ni contracción Las tesis y los ensayos son mi día a día Enseñando a mis alumnos a pensar con alegría

Lefty Gunplay

Yo, it's Lefty Gunplay, I'm on the mic to spray, Spittin' bullets of truth, every single day. From the barrel of my tongue to the rhythm of the beat, I bring heat, makin' moves, never face defeat. Raised in the streets where the concrete's cold, But my words burn bright, story untold. I'm the outlaw poet, lyrical bandit, Paintin' pictures with words, understand it? In the shadows I dwell, where the darkness creeps, But I rise from the depths, where the silence sleeps. With a pen as my pistol, I shoot for the stars, Leavin' my mark, breakin' through these bars. So listen up close, to the tales I spin, From the depths of my soul, let the journey begin. Lefty Gunplay on the mic, holdin' it tight, With every verse, I ignite, ready for the fight.

الثورة

منين نبدأ و منين ننتهي ثورة شعب و دموع تنهتي قهر و ظلم و فساد حياة صعبة و هم و عاد ثورة ثورة يا شعب متحد لأجل الحرية و الكرامة و العزة و المجد نطلع صوتنا عالطالع ما نخاف من شي ما نتراجع فقر و جوع و بطالة خدمات معدومة و حياة مملة حكام جائرين و قوانين ظالمة شعب مقهور و حياة صعبة ثورة ثورة يا شعب متحد لأجل الحرية و الكرامة و العزة و المجد نطلع صوتنا عالطالع ما نخاف من شي ما نتراجع ما حنركع و ما حنسكت لحد ما ننال مطالبنا و نحقق حلمنا ثورة ثورة لحد ما ننتصر و نبني وطن حر و كريم و مستقبل أفضل ثورة ثورة يا شعب متحد لأجل الحرية و الكرامة و العزة و المجد نطلع صوتنا عالطالع ما نخاف من شي ما نتراجع نحن شعب واحد و هدف واحد ثورة ثورة لحد ما ننتصر و نغير هالواقع و نبني مستقبل جديد مستقبل حر و كريم و مزدهر مستقبل لشعبنا و لأجيالنا القادمة

الهلاك

حياتي غريبة من الغراب نفيق الصبح و نشوف غير التراب نعس نعاس و ما هو كيف الناس نخد لقم و وجغم و نقل كفا و معمر نسا الشكر و الوفى للي خلق و عف

Rhythm in the City

[Verse] Walking down the street Feeling the heat The rhythm in my body Can't be discreet Got that rap flow I'm about to show Everyone's dancing When I go with the flow [Verse 2] Got my lyrics on fire Spitting desire Got the crowd jumping Higher and higher Got that pop sound You can't deny I'm the one they're talking 'bout Reaching for the sky [Chorus] Rhythm in the city All night long We keep grooving To the rap-pop song Everybody in the place Let's unite Feel the beat Let's light up the night

Rise Up

[Verse] I rise up like a phoenix from the ashes Slayin' these beats, leaving 'em in crashes I'm on a rampage, tearing through the scene Steppin' on all the haters, making 'em green I rise up like a tidal wave, unstoppable force Got the flow so sick, like a potent heat source I'm on a mission, takin' over the throne No competition, I'm in a league of my own I rise up like a storm, lightning strike through the night Leavin' rappers shook, paralyzed with fright I'm a beast on the mic, I devour every verse Every syllable, every word, I make it burst

No More Tinkling

Hey, gather 'round, let me spin you a tale, 'Bout a rapper named AJ, but she's bound to fail. Tinkle Winkle, girl, what's with that name? Sounds like a fairy's whim, not a path to fame. She struts through the streets, thinks she's got mad skill, But her rhymes fall flat, they couldn't pay a bill. AJ talks big, but her flow's all muddled, Her verses stumble and bumble, like they're constantly cuddled. AJ Tinkle Winkle, your rhymes are a joke, Listening to your tracks feels like I'm being choked. Step up your game, or step off the stage, 'Cause in this rap world, you're just a minor page. She tries to spit fire, but it's more like a spark, AJ's so offbeat, she can't hit the mark. Her bars are like tofu, lacking any flavor, No substance, no style, just a lyrical waiver. AJ Tinkle Winkle, what's with that flow? Sounds like you're reciting lines from a kiddie show. Your punchlines are weak, your metaphors stale, Listening to your tracks is like biting a nail. AJ Tinkle Winkle, your rhymes are a joke, Listening to your tracks feels like I'm being poked. Step up your game, or step off the stage, 'Cause in this rap world, you're just a minor page.