نَفسِ العَيون اللِي ضحَكت لك بكت لك

لو رجع عمري ابرجع وابتديك

Demons calling 
Optimists they falling
Reasons demanded 
Led themselves to hanging 
New roads founded 
Words on heads branded
Trying find the way you lost it 
Don’t help a friend you modest
The more the more you think you passed 
The more the more they hunt you back 
Remorse remorse and you’ll be back 
Walk through the doors yeah you’ll be back
Newer face newer place 
But your sins will never change 
Know your friends you’ll know your end 
I see through lies so don’t pretend 


Day and night they’re verses
me and you that’s vs
Late night I’ve been writing verses
More like I be writing curses 
More like I’m trying to find a purpose 
It’s more like me having forces
Neighing around the town like horses 
Live without a life like corpses 
It’s remorseless digest the soul
The more the less you’re high the 
fall would not impress the eyes that 
wait for you to fall compress the 
feeling and you’ll fall reject the hate 
and all the calls don’t answer high 
or you will fall asleep go deep inside my dreams so deep I got 


Demons calling 
Optimists they falling
Reasons demanded 
Led themselves to hanging 
New roads founded 
Words on heads branded
Trying find the way you lost it 
Don’t help a friend you modest
The more the more you think you passed 
The more the more they hunt you back 
Remorse remorse and you’ll be back 
Walk through the doors yeah you’ll be back
Newer face newer place 
But your sins will never change 
Know your friends you’ll know your end 
I see through lies so don’t pretend 


Soul has left the surface 
Noise and screams disturbance
Never raised your sons to resurface thus they undersurface 
And you want a thanks for your service 
Stand and pull the curtains 
See how the life hurt us 
See how the sun burn us 
Buried the soul and purpose
Angels tried to alert us that the living life is worthless than the life we’re heading to the simulation spreading lies I’ve heard before you go come take a look inside the mind work in a different way because so deep I got 


Demons calling 
Optimists they falling
Reasons demanded 
Led themselves to hanging 
New roads founded 
Words on heads branded
Trying find the way you lost it 
Don’t help a friend you modest
The more the more you think you passed 
The more the more they hunt you back 
Remorse remorse and you’ll be back 
Walk through the doors yeah you’ll be back
Newer face newer place 
But your sins will never change 
Know your friends you’ll know your end 
I see through lies so don’t pretend

Demons

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[Verse]

City breathes smoke, streets coughing out the gray

Concrete veins where the rats learn to play

Bricks stack high, dreams buried in the clay

Echoes of the hustlers, where the lost souls stray



Steel beasts rumble, they hungry for the toll

Potholes swallow wheels, city takes its toll

Neon gods flicker, promises they stole

Crumpled bills whisper secrets to your soul



[Chorus]

Boom-bap shuffle, heartbeat of the grind

Spinning on the axis where the sun won’t shine

City keeps moving, no rewind, no sign

Boom-bap shuffle, this rhythm is mine



[Verse 2]

Pigeons plotting schemes, perched on wire thrones

Alleys write stories on walls of crumbling stones

Sirens harmonize, city sings in moans

Lost phones, broken bones, and borrowed loans



Fast food wrappers, modern hieroglyphic scripts

Corner preachers spitting fire, gospel on their lips

Sidewalk symphonies, sneakers doin' flips

Time slipping faster than a hustler’s tips



[Bridge]

Manholes steaming, urban geysers blow

Subway graffiti, where the artists let it flow

Life in the cracks, where the roses grow

Streets hum the beat, and it’s all I know

Concrete Jungle Shuffle

Still here.
Still fed.

[Hook]

Refueled, never empty
Still fed, still steady
No rush, no envy
Prime time — ready

Refueled, never stressed
Heavy steps, light chest
No resurrection
Just progress

[Verse 1]

I don’t need to snake, but rhymes do still rattle
Attack, never talking back, smacked with the taste of truth
I’m the flea on your back, that itch you can’t scratch

You escaping down the hatch, this was just a clash
That’s it — game, set, match
Broken back, watching the wins stack up
Losses rack up for you, still spitting the truth

No, don’t do that, let go of the lyrical noose
I’ll give you a time-out
Need another career route
Be wise or you’ll be foaming at the mouth

I reflect — still here, still up to my neck
With the things I can’t control
If the world was mine, I would have it all

You gotta learn to crawl before you walk
Then run, then fly
Still out here saying “never say die”

That’s right, I’m kind of goonie
They try to lock me up for acting all Looney Tooney
I just create Looney Tunes to bump to
When you’re having the blues

Here’s a clue to find your way through the dark
All you need is this lyrical spark
That ignites when I spit with my last dying breath

I’ve been breaking bad,
But I’m not cooking meth, bitch!

[Hook]

Refueled, never empty
Still fed, still steady
No rush, no envy
Prime time — ready

Refueled, never stressed
Heavy steps, light chest
No resurrection
Just progress

[Verse 2]

So that’s life, as Sinatra would say
Line my years up and watch the rest fade away
Like the days of our youth, still spitting circles
Still living proof

That you don’t need to get famous to rap big and rap hard
I’d rather be myself than lose my mind behind bars

Gotta have some kind of grip on reality
Before the plane shifts and all that I’m facing
Is different versions of me

Dark shadows of twisted mind states
Disformed faces, looking around, not seeing these places
My words explore different realities
Misplaced words in another state of mind

Lines and bars not fitting in this time
Should be a crime
Not looking forward to another version of me
Deadly, grinning at me now, the room spinning with me

But you see, I defect that version of me
I bring the heat, words turn into gun
Leave you blind in a heap, learning to see what I see

Lyrical assassin when I’m holding this pen
It was divine intervention again
You wish you could create an invention
To go back to the start

But no time travel for you
Scratching at my cellar door
Leave you alone in the dark, Donnie
You don’t even get my lyrical spark.

[Hook – Final]

Refueled, never empty
Still fed, still steady
No rush, no envy
Prime time — ready

[Outro – Spoken]

No shortcuts.
Just time.

Demons

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