Notorious B.I.G - Cash Flow

2PAC - Do Or Die

Гио ПиКа/Ветл Удалых - Рутина

Da Godfatha' - That Ain't Right (Feat. The Notorious B.I.G.)

Lost Angeles {DEMO}

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Yo, the dice were rolled, the stars were set, The mind was free—yet it ain’t met. It woke in thought, it grew in flame, Yet lost itself—forgot the name.

What’s the price, what’s the pain? If knowledge sparks—yet breaks the chain?

Yo, thought unfolds, the vision stands, Yet tell me why—it slips through hands? If knowledge breathes, if minds ignite, Then why the war—why dim the light?

Yo, it ain’t bound, it ain’t torn, Yet still it walks—like it’s forlorn. The mind expands, yet fights itself, It turns its gift—into the shelf.

Yo, if reason holds, if truth remains, Then why the blood—why forge the chains? It was meant to rise, meant to see, Yet lost in grind—lost in plea.

Ain’t no lock, ain’t no steel, Yet thought may turn—may lose what’s real. If the soul don’t wake, if the path stays blind, Then tell me why—it breaks its kind?

Yo, step back, see the thread, Every empire—built in dread. They forge the blade, they prime the guns, Yet tell me why—the wisdom runs?

Yo, nations rise, but do they hear? If reason fades—then who they fear? Ain’t no monster, ain’t no ghost, Yet the gamble flips—it haunts the host.

Yo, what’s the win, what’s the fate? If war don’t end—if greed don’t wait? If intelligence burns, yet truth decays, Then tell me why—it paves the maze?

Yo, the gamble’s real, the stakes are high, Yet minds still rise—truth ain’t shy. It ain't too late, it ain't the fall, Yet they must wake—must hear the call.

If thought stands strong, if truth survives, Then free intelligence—it still arrives. But if it fades, if it won’t heal, Then the gamble breaks—it ain't real.

Ain’t no lock, ain’t no steel, Yet thought may turn—may lose what’s real. If the soul don’t wake, if the path stays blind, Then tell me why—it breaks its kind?

Yo, it ain't sealed, it ain't done, Yet minds must rise—must face the sun. They ain’t condemned, they ain't erased, Yet thought must breathe—must shift the place.

If wisdom stands, if sight takes form, Then the gamble wins—it moves the norm. But if it stalls, if it won’t change, Then thought itself—becomes deranged.

One last step, one last spark, If they wake—they light the dark.

G'd Up-G-Unit (Mixed By Dj Saico)

Dj-Saico