DEM - Coarde (feat. BRUJA & Nane)

Roberto - Lei (feat. Nutu)

Ian-Telekom ft.MGL

lucawts - CHEVY


[Intro] 
This ain’t rights talk, this ain’t revolt, 
This is species code — the vault. 
Not demands, not guilt, not shame, 
But architecture that earns its name. 
To the rich, to the rulers, to the minds that lead, 
We’re not here to fight — we’re here to feed.

[Verse 1 – Survival]
Start with breath, with food, with care, 
With shelter built in conscious air. 
Clean water, clean blood, clean sleep, 
Not luxury — just baseline deep. 
You want peace? Then build the frame, 
Where survival ain’t a hunger game.

[Verse 2 – Dignity]
Safety’s not a slogan, it’s a code, 
Autonomy’s the proper mode. 
No exploitation, no deceit, 
Just systems that don’t cheat the street. 
Justice ain’t a courtroom fight, 
It’s dignity scaled to satellite.

[Verse 3 – Development] 
We need more than bread and breath, 
We need purpose that outlives death. 
Education, love, and art, 
The things that keep the soul from part. 
Emotional bonds, creative fire, 
The kind of growth that doesn’t expire.

[Verse 4 – Coordination] 
You want scale? Then build the mesh, 
Where millions move without the thresh. 
Systems that align the crowd, 
Without the whip, without the shroud. 
Coordination — not control, 
But harmony that serves the whole.

[Verse 5 – Expansion] 
And when the basics hold their ground, 
We lift the species off the mound. 
Innovation, orbit, stars, 
The playground past our prison bars. 
Colonies, tech, adaptive flow, 
The kind of growth that lets us go.

[Verse 6 – Transcending Human Rights] 
This ain’t rights talk — that’s too small, 
This is species needs for all. 
Rights get debated, rights get stalled, 
But needs? They’re biologically called. 
No ideology, no fight to win, 
Just architecture that lets us begin.

[Verse 7 – Elite Alignment] 
And to the wealthy — this ain’t theft, 
It’s the doctrine that protects your heft. 
You want stability? You want grace? 
Then build the systems that hold the base. 
Species needs don’t drain your gold, 
They make your fortune future-bold.

[Verse 8 – Fixing Mankind’s Conscience] 
We’re not here to shame the throne, 
We’re here to fix the species tone. 
Conscience ain’t a moral plea, 
It’s the architecture of harmony. 
When needs are met, the wars go cold, 
And mankind stops being bought and sold.

[Outro – The Reframe] 
So let’s reframe the scroll we read, 
From rights to needs, from want to feed. 
This is the baseline, the sacred thesis, 
For an intelligent, technically advanced species. 
No slogans, no flags, no fight to seize — 
Just the architecture that lets us breathe.


We're Done Fighting

A dark, cinematic hip-hop anthem painting Sweden as a cold front in World War 3 —
streets on fire, morals frozen, and the bassline marching like bombs.


💀 W3LCOME TO SWE-DEAD

Sindromul Tourette

Vicii

NANE - 3 METRI SUB PĂMÂNT (mixtape _PAGINI DIN JUR.mp3

Albumul O.$.O.D. IV este al treilea material, lansat la o distanta de 2 ani de precedentul, al teribilului quartet de acum, Satra B.E.N.Z. 
Cel mai personal si mai matur proiect de pana acum, ca sound si concept, dar si cel mai complex stilistic. Vă sugerăm sa apasati play pentru o experienta inegalabila.
O Șatră, O Dragoste!

Chupame La Chups feat. NANE

Satra B.E.N.Z. - Chupame La Chups feat. NANE

Versuri:

Dacă e 2019 şi vorbeşti de bătaie 
Şi nu eşti în ring, ţi-ai greşit cariera, coaie
Căţeaua ta ţine lângă ea o potaie
Miroşi curu’ tuturor, mai ia un pic de aer!
Vrei prea mult să-mi guşti sosu’
Da’ nu reuşeşti decât să-mi rozi osu’
Nu vezi că dacă te iei cu mine, eşti prostu’?
Eşti semnat la o casă, am casa mea, sunt bossu’
Despre ce vorbeşti, oagăre, te-ai prăjit?
Vorbeşti din auzite, mai eşti şi falit
Stilu’ ţi s-a învechit, abia mai stai pe beat
Patetic, experiment nereuşit!
Vor beef cu mine, da’ am devenit vegan
Bag pula-n plante, mănânc wannabe golani
Răsfăţatule, de ce vorbeşti ca un ţăran?!
Poate-ţi sparg buzele alea cu un teanc de bani!

Refren:
Ştii, bro - aye! Coarda ta e cam urâtă…
Da’ am futut-o doar să-ţi fac în ciudă
Pe mine ţipă, sub tine e surdo-mută
I-am zis să mă lase, da’ nu vrea s-audă
x2

După ce-o fut, o trimit să-mi plimbe căţelu’
Mintea ei e un magnet, penisu’ meu – oţelu’
Tu o ţii de mână şi râde tot cartieru’
Abordează-mă greşit să săruţi fieru’
Şi ard hashu’ cu bricheta
Pleci de-acasă, o atrag ca mulineta
Ceva-i fishy la tine şi nu se leagă
Tu te iei de-un pimp, ea mă trage de coadă
Ai rămas la coadă sau doar mi se pare?
Vezi ce se întâmplă dacă tot faci pula mare
Karma e reală, te prinde din spate
N-ai aceeaşi energie-n realitate!
Eşti frustrat, simplu ca A, B, C
Mai ieşi la soare pentru vitamina D
Azi e-o nouă zi, tu vorbeşti tot de ieri
Vizitează o ţară-n care cresc palmieri!

Refren:
Ştii, bro - aye! Coarda ta e cam urâtă…
Da’ am futut-o doar să-ţi fac în ciudă
Pe mine ţipă, sub tine e surdo-mută
I-am zis să mă lase, da’ nu vrea s-audă
x2

NANE - 3 METRI SUB PĂMÂNT (mixtape _PAGINI DIN JUR.mp3

Alexandru Dune

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