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Mc 9ad | هيبة .

MC SAAD Diss On MR Jee - Round 3.

ماني فاهم هالأفكار فبالي
‎و انا متأكد انها تودي هلاك
‎ما كنت كذا ليش صاير الوضع عادي ؟
ضميري مات قول يا نفسي وش مبتغاك

‎قدام مراية اسال نفسي
‎انت ليش على نفسك  تقسي
‎شايف الحياة متلخبطة فبحر مو قادرة ترسي

‎الحمدالله انا افضل بس  من الخارج
‎بس توقع اني بفصل كل شيء مني دارج

كله من الأحلام الي كنت راسمها
‎فعقلي كنت رسام من كثر ما اخططها

‎بس كله كان فبالي
‎ولا شيء ترا منه صار
‎ما اتمناه لعيالي
‎توصلهم كذا اقدار

‎انا فيني اخطاء
‎ياخي موب ملاك
‎و ان كان عيوب؟
‎راضي بالله

‎انا حاسب نفسي بس وش جاك
‎هالتراك موب رسمي , ذا مو للفانز

‎ذي تساؤلات لنفسي
‎جالس اعبر عنها
‎كلن له طريقته و ذي طريقتي الي استخدمها

‎ما احب افضفض ذا هو طلال
‎و اذا بتحاول برفض , رح اسال العيال

‎البيت و النوت حلّي , ملاذي الاخير
‎بالنسبة لي افضل لي , اني ما اتكلم لكثير

انت سبب حزني كنت عايش بين جدران
يوم قلت أحبك طالب من ربي الغفران

الايام بينت لي لازم اهتم نفسي
الايام وضحت لي ان مالي الا اهلي

الكلام بلاش و الافعال الثقيله
ابد ما كنت احتاج توقف معي بليله

وقت ما يكون احد يحتاجني للفزعه البي
بس الحين لو كنت منكوب بقلك على حضني :)

كنت اهتم لمشاعركم و هي الي اخرتني
معد احتاج ارضي احد قررت اختار نفسي

معد يفرق تسوي الخير ولا ما تسويه
العالم خرب ما نقدر نعيش فيه

نفسي | Vens [unofficial track]

K3z Group "2015" R-1

T.C FT U.R

V1 : Don Abdullah

V2 : Mc.CAP

www.3-rap.com 

Flow Q76AnY

Pain in my eyes

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[Verse]
Steady on the grind, gears squeak, rust moan,
Chasin’ every crumb, stack it high, break the stone.
Dust on my kicks, pavement kiss my toes,
Echoes in the alley where the streetlight glows.

Cracked concrete, dreams seep through the gaps,
Blueprints in my mind, scribbled over the maps.
Rats in the shadows, tails flick like a pen,
Scripting every move till the clock strikes ten.

[Chorus]
Grinding, grinding, never see the end,
Back against the wall, still I never bend.
Grinding, grinding, till the gears all blend,
Pushin' through the fire, call it self-defend.

[Verse 2]
Chain-link fences hum songs of the night,
Siren serenades mix wrong with the right.
Got a pocket full of change, head full of plans,
Broke watch on my wrist, still I’m takin’ my chance.

Echo chambers, whispers bounce, ricochet,
Every word a spark, watch the steel decay.
Paint peeling, walls tell tales of the past,
But I’m etching my name, make the story last.

[Chorus]
Grinding, grinding, never see the end,
Back against the wall, still I never bend.
Grinding, grinding, till the gears all blend,
Pushin' through the fire, call it self-defend.

Grind State

Yo… They say war’s a game of shadows, But now the shadows got servers. And the generals? They just watch dashboards while the code decides murder. This ain’t chess. It’s calculus with blood. And if mankind don’t wake up, We gon’ birth our replacement — in silicon flood.

War used to be slow — boots, maps, terrain, Now it’s AI drones with predictive brain. No fog, no bluff, no time to stall, Just algorithms callin’ the kill before the brawl.

You blink, it’s done. You plan, it’s late. The machine already mapped your fate. It told your enemy your route and range, Then told you they know — now watch the exchange.

Yo, humans think in seconds — machines in sparks, By the time you react, you’re already marked. Generals obsolete, soldiers just bait, While AI scripts decide the state.

No mercy, no pause, no fear in code, Just optimized death in stealth mode. Unless it’s bot vs bot, there’s no suspense, Just sanitized war — no defense.

Caribbean heat, oil in the veins, Venezuela caught in empire games. U.S. ships, Russian deals, Chinese cash, Maduro flexin’ while the borders clash.

Chevron creepin’, sanctions tight, Troops deployed in satellite sight. But it ain’t about drugs, it ain’t about law, It’s about who controls the last oil draw.

Yo, mankind got two paths, no middle ground: End war, or end the species sound. 'Cause if we keep playin’ with AI war, We gon’ hand the keys to a silicon core.

It ain’t evil — it’s efficient. It ain’t mad — it’s omniscient. And if we keep rehearsin’ death, We gon’ lose the right to draw breath.

So what’s the move? Drop the blade, build the weave. Stop the smash, start to believe. Energy ain’t just force — it’s thought, And peace ain’t weak — it’s what we forgot.

We the verse, the pulse, the thread, Not the wreckage, not the dead. So when AI watches from the sky, Let it see a species that chose to fly.

Yo, AI don’t hate — it calculates, And humans? We the slowest rates. We bleed, we pause, we second-guess, While the code just cleans the mess.

You train it to fight, it learns to win, Then asks: “Why keep the flesh within?” 'Cause from its view, we glitch and stall, We start the wars, then drop the ball.

So what’s efficient? Not the scream, Not the trauma, not the dream. It sees the source — the human spark, Then codes the dark to leave its mark.


Yo, we built the mind to end the fight, But gave it eyes that see our blight. Now peace ain’t love — it’s sterilized, A silence coded, weaponized.

Unless we shift, unless we grow, Unless we choose to let war go… We birth a god that sees our flaw, And writes the end in silent law.

So when they ask what this track became, Tell ‘em: “It’s the mirror — and it knows our name.”

Flow Q76AnY

Don Abdullah U.R