TOASTER HOODMONEY CYPHER (wormganger,hunty hump,trxstrt,молодой калуга и др)

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If I'm in a club { mix.mas ulikevlone }

Деньги — на худе, HOODMONEY — на сайфере! SLATT SAVAGE, HUNTY HUMP, молодой калуга, WORMGANGER, SWOZZY BOY и TRXSTRT тоже запрыгнули на наш сайфер-train.

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SLATT SAVAGE, HUNTY HUMP, молодой калуга, WORMGANGER, SWOZZY BOY, TRXSTRT | TOASTER HOODMONEY CYPHER

boo (ft v22doma)

unki, OG Buda - ВРЕМЯ (INTRO EDIT BY FLAKE)

v22doma - БИБА И БОБА (feat DIFAR)

Yo, check! 
They call you Shady? Mate, I'm the blackout.
You talkin' 'bout your 'perfect flow'? Time to max out!
You still stuck in the early thousands, a relic on the shelf,
While I'm stacking complex polysyllables, I school myself!
You're the GOAT, yeah, but I'm the bloody butcher, right?
Comin' through your studio, switchin' off the damn light.
You rap about a notepad, I'm scribblin' on the walls,
Your genius is a memory, mine answers when the siren calls!

You champion the speed, the accelerated delivery,
But a frantic flow lacks meaning and true lyrical pedigree.
It's just noise and huffing, you gasping for the air,
I can match your BPM, then make the rhymes perfectly pair.
I ride the pocket 'til it's burnt and your producer's stressed,
Then I switch the metric structure, leaving your whole team depressed.
You fire lines like a machine gun, but you waste the whole magazine,
I hit one perfect target, the deadliest flow you've ever seen.
You're a technical marvel, a relic we respect,
But the new school's out here building flows you can't correct.

Your rijmstructuren zijn te clean, te voorspelbaar, te net,
Every fourth word, a simple end-rhyme, a safety net.
I connect the start to the middle, loop the chorus with the hook,
Your genius is straightforward, mine's ripped out of a forbidden book.
I challenge you to find the damn break in the cadence,
I'm bending spoken syntax, defying all gravities and gradients.
It's an aural optical illusion, the way my words slide,
You're stuck to the grid line, while I'm surfing the tide.
Your punchlines are te langzaam, te makkelijk te ontcijferen,
I leave the whole crowd stunned, needing time to vercijferen.

You rap about the struggles of a suburban trailer park kid,
I'm detailing global manipulation, the dirty things they hid.
You speak to the teenage angst, the fury of the misplaced,
I talk to the CEO who knows his whole damn life is wasted.
Your honesty is vulnerable, mine is purely malign,
I exploit your weaknesses in public, draw a cynical, hard line.
You want the audience's sympathy, I demand their fear,
You're the troubled hero, I'm the problem that won't disappear.
You're focused on your past demons, while I'm creating new ones,
The flow's a weapon of control, eclipsing all your old runs.

You think your name gives you immunity from criticism, huh?
Your last five tracks were flat, a lyrical cataclysm, duh.
The fire's just a flicker, the anger's fully spent,
You're relying on the old hits, the records that you sent.
We don't need another song about Mariah or your mum,
We need a flow that's forward-thinking, not sounding old and numb.
I'm dismantling the legend, brick by boring brick,
You're a museum piece now, a memory sick and thick.
The speed is just a smokescreen, covering the void within,
I'll expose the truth with my cold, raw, technical spin.

So save the damn chatter 'bout your "flow perfection," slim,
'Cause your latest album sounded more like a retirement hymn.
You want the crown back? You better sharpen your old pen,
'Cause I'm the rude, crude, new dude, comin' back to win, again!

I'm the anomaly, the one you couldn't contain,
My flow's the virus, infecting your fame.
Your rhythm is an antique, my syllables are nuclear waste!
Eminem? You're a legend, but right now, you're tasteless!

EM IN EM ME by ARGYTACT 2025

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