Kid Cudi/Pissy Pamper - Playboi Carti

Welcome to the cosmic contradiction, baby!
Where the dollars do the talking and the poor man walks the walk.
Y'all ready to ride the capitalist rollercoaster? Haha!

Strutting down Wall Street, with a silver spoon in my mouth,
I got a golden parachute, in case this thing goes south.
Printing money in the basement, while the poor man pays the price,
This funky system's got us chasing, that capitalist paradise.

We're doing the funky dollar dance, (Oh yeah)
Where the rich get richer, by chance or by glance. (Ain't that funky now?)
In this game of monopoly, we're just taking a stance,
Spinning round in circles, in the funky dollar dance.

CEOs in their ivory towers, sipping on champagne,
While the workers lose their powers, drowning in the rain.
The stock market's a disco, but not everyone's invited,
Only the VIPs get to disco, while the rest are just divided.

Funky dollar dance, (Get down with it)
Where the money makes moves, that just don't make sense. (Talk about funky)
You gotta pay to play, pay to enhance,
Caught up in the rhythm, of the funky dollar dance.

Spun down Wall Street, with a silver spoon in my mouth,
I got a golden parachute, in case this thing goes south.
Printing money in the basement, while the poor man pays the price,
This funky system's got us chasing, that capitalist paradise.

Funky Dollar Dance
Get down with thang!
These addictions play out in a capitalist exchange
But together we stand, together we advance
Breaking free from the chains of the Funky Dollar Dance

Funky Dollar Dance
Shake your thang!
Where the money makes moves that just don't make sense
Tell the Funky, you the Funk
We gotta pay the pledge

Contradiction
Contradiction
Contradiction

Now, listen here! It ain't no secret, the system's rigged, you dig?
But when we lay down this groove, we expose the gig.
So, funk with us, as we tear down this capitalist facade,
And bring the power back to the people, now that's truly avant-garde!

In the land of the free, they say you can reach the stars,
But the ladder's broken, baby, owned by those fancy cars.
Let's funk up this system, make it truly ours,
With the power of the people, brighter than a thousand bars.

Funky dollar dancer, (Shake your thang)
Where contradictions play out, in a capitalist exchange. (Feel the funk)
But together we stand, together we advance,
Breaking free from the chains, of the funky dollar dance.

Funky Dollar Dance

Sixteen bars to tell the truth, let's begin the tale,
Profit drives the war machine, makes humanity fail.
From Afghanistan's mountains to Iraq's desert sand,
Blood and oil mix, it's all part of the plan.
Iran in the sights, sanctions tight as a noose,
Imperialist agenda, with power as the excuse.
Palestine cries, under occupation's weight,
Lives shattered daily, while the world debates.
Ukraine's a proxy, lines drawn in the snow,
East versus West, but the motives we know.
Economic chains, Africa’s drained and enslaved,
Resources plundered, while the people are depraved.
Wars for profit, the maxim's clear and cold,
Human lives sacrificed, for the sake of gold.


Wars fought for profit, in the name of gain,
Lives lost in battles, while the rich maintain.
Economies crumble, nations fall apart,
Imperialist agenda, breaking every heart.


Black Hawk Down, Somalia's cries,
US intervention, truth wrapped in lies.
Congo's blood diamonds, Sudan's oil fields,
Exploited for profit, while suffering yields.
Al Qaeda's creation, a strategy's flaw,
Funded and trained, by imperialist law.
ISIS rose from chaos, a byproduct of greed,
War’s a booming business, planting deadly seeds.
Economics impoverish, drain and enslave,
Africa's wealth stolen, leaving nothing to save.
Imperialist wars, masked as freedom's fight,
But it's all for profit, hidden from sight.
Final clash with China, power games unfold,
Superpowers battling, while the world is sold.
From the Middle East’s turmoil, to African plains,
Lives are shattered, for capital gains.


Wars fought for profit, in the name of gain,
Lives lost in battles, while the rich maintain.
Economies crumble, nations fall apart,
Imperialist agenda, breaking every heart.


Profits over people, that's the sad refrain,
Economic warfare, inflicting endless pain.
Palestine's tears, over 30,000 lost,
Half of them children, paying the cost.
Iran's youth dying, women's rights denied,
A regime once backed by the West, in shadows they hide.
Not even Norway’s clean, the West’s all complicit,
Russia’s to blame too, staged by the West, implicit.
Yemen starved, yet they fight off the siege,
A testament to the strength, even in the deepest need.
China’s rise, they don’t play the same game,
But still in this chaos, we’re all to blame.
Only Socialism will save us, that’s the truth we attest,
Usher in Communism, for a future that’s blessed.


Wars fought for profit, in the name of gain,
Lives lost in battles, while the rich maintain.
Economies crumble, nations fall apart,
Imperialist agenda, breaking every heart.

MaximofWar

This track will make you sweat like a summer dance Party - Pulsing House rhythms, fiery drop, and melodies that could burn the house down. It’s time to turn up the heat.

Burn

SoundCup - Burn

If only time machines were real

Ever wish you could rewind and skip the awkward part? Yeah, we’ve all been there. Lets just hit „undo“ on life bloopers, please.

Turn Back Time

SoundCup - Turn Back Time

MUSIC VIDEO IN BIO!!!

LYRICS -

Felt like Iron Man, now I’m feeling anemic, told this bitch I love her but I really didn’t mean it, she would need a telescope to, see what I’m needing, she got that suction like a dentist though, scheduled a cleaning

(Yeah)

turned yo bitch into a guizer, she doesn’t work like Pfizer, that’s okay I’ll guide her, smoke until our eyes hurt, I’m freshly squeezed like cider, she pouncing like a mother fuckin tiger

she like a tall tale that you never heard of, your phone saying call failed, while I lift her skirt up

she like a tall tale that you never heard of, your phone saying call failed, while I lift her skirt up

Main character energy, beware of my entity, talk tough, but you better be, red-ready for anything, play it smooth, but i’m pedaling, inclines ahead of me, all signs of detriment, sometimes unsettling, 

so strange like Benedict, throat game so delicate, thats all of her benefits, don’t compare to the negatives, highly doubt she’ll remember this, she got, she got dementia like our president, (damn)

(I was talking bout Biden by the way, alright yeah you can cut it)

anemic (Prod. by RezzyDaProducer)

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Relax (prod. Michal Adam)

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