Stomp on the porch, clog off into the yard, lift those heals, and have a good time out in the timeless world!

Unboxing

Yard Dance

The anticipated project by Lyph and Flyrobotics 2 of Chitown's most original MCs. "Ink Of God" OUT NOW!!!

Something New (Lyph x Flyrobotics)

A Rockstar finds himself a little to high and drunk and can't seem to Make reality make sense only too find himself 60 years older suffering with dementia in a hospital ward giving a concert to other patients before security gets him off the tables

Young And Dumb

Misunderstood

Black Feather

Sunday In Hell

We jus out here all bout da gamez, naw I mean? C Whizzy all bout dem games talkin fiddy cent blood on da sand, Def Jam Icon that that true shit

Big Papi

Snow Chill

Ninna Nanna Ed Altre Storie

Játszásiból azt mondom, hogy ez egy nagyon ritka koncertfelvétel. :)))) Ugye miket tudok?

Ülök a sarkon, vagy a földön fekszem
Morzsolom a számban az utolsó kekszem
Látom, hogy mennek előttem a népek
Ismeretlen arcok, szerencsések, szépek

Volt nekem is valaha mindenféle jóság
De nekem az nem volt más, csak rabság
Gyűlöltem én hűségesnek lenni
És a másikat boldoggá tenni

Csak ül a kövön, a hátát falnak veti
A bűze a sör és az olcsó cigi
Keze remeg, szeme üres
Ételt is a földön keres

Csak ül a kövön, a hátát falnak veti
A bűze a sör és az olcsó cigi
Keze remeg, szeme üres
Ételt is a földön keres

Látom magam a kirakat üvegében
Egy arc, amit már nem ismerek régen
Volt benne tűz, most csak hamu maradt ott
A sors meg a mámor mindent elragadott

Nincs már hova menni, senki se vár
Az utcák hidegében ott a megszokás
A múltam nehéz, mint egy rozsdás lánc
De nem szakad el, csak húz le, mint a sár

Csak ül a kövön, a hátát falnak veti
A bűze a sör és az olcsó cigi
Keze remeg, szeme üres
Ételt is a földön keres

Csak ül a kövön - Just Sitting on the Stone - Live

[Verse]
Ink-stained hands flipping pages
Headlines scream but no one rages
Deadlines press like heavy cages
Where’s the fire
Where’s the spark

[Prechorus]
Every night he dreams of the stage
Shouting words
Breaking the cage

[Chorus]
The journalist who wanted more
Wanted to write a novel
Settle the score
Or play a guitar
Loud and raw
Wanted to be
Wanted to soar

[Verse 2]
Coffee-stained lips
A cigarette’s burn
Stories he tells
They never return
Each byline fades
No lessons learned
Where’s the truth
Where’s the roar

[Chorus]
The journalist who wanted more
Wanted to write a novel
Settle the score
Or play a guitar
Loud and raw
Wanted to be
Wanted to soar

[Bridge]
Pen in hand
Or mic in fist
Chasing shadows
Moments missed
Words like bullets
Dreams persist
What’s the point
What’s the risk

The Journalist

You are getting powerful
You are getting strong
You have awaken me
To show you belong

To me
You will see
The leader you called before
Was a demon
Drugging your feet

To move
To walk
To be
To see
The blood you bleed
Will learn to be free

For the

Power has awakened
You belong to me
The power has awakened
You have summoned me

I'm glad 
You are safe
I'm glad you 
Are wise
Beware
Of that fake demon
Every day and 
Every night

He tricked your soul
Pretending to love
He tricked your soul
Making you feel old

For the

Power has awakened
You belong to me
The power has awakened
You have summoned me

What are you doing 
With that sword I see
Why are you pointing it 
Directly at me

He still has your soul
Can't you see it
He still has your soul
You need to believe it

For the

Power has awakened
You belong to me
The power has awakened
You have summoned me

Don't forget
I am the one
Don't forget
I am the one

For the

Power has awakened
You belong to me
The power has awakened
You have summoned me

For the
For the

For the

Power has awakened
You belong to me
The power has awakened
You have summoned me

For the
For the

Power has awakened
You belong to me
The power has awakened
You have summoned me


Sunday In Hell

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