COLD MIRRORS

Street Shit - JEEPER$ & MunYon (Prod. Sickmojo)

(Intro)
Raised in blood, baptized by the game,
Family tied hands now pointin’ in blame.
I seen love turn fake for a Benz and a chain,
But I stayed solid — through fire, through rain.

(Verse 1)
Started broke, dirty hands, empty plate,
Now it’s Audemars dreams and armored gates.
Whispers in the kitchen, snakes at the table,
Blood thicker than water — until it ain’t stable.

Mama cried when I left, said I’d die young,
Now she rides Benz while my chain weigh a ton.
Friends turn ghost, loyalty sold for fame,
I tattooed pain deep, not just a name.

I fucked models while planning the block’s next move,
Engine growl in the night — matte black, bulletproof.
They said I’d fall ‘cause I never switched sides,
But I own stocks now, and a dozen mob ties.

Choppers in trunk, trust in none,
The game got rules, but I rewrite for fun.
From the gutter to gold, I never begged,
Your idols stream clout — I cash real checks.

(Verse 2)
Rode through fire with devils in suits,
Watched my day ones trade hearts for loot.
Gold don’t blind me, I see your truth,
You fake rich — rented pain in a Gucci boot.

They kiss the crown just to poison the king,
I burn that throne, made mine from sin.
She love the cash but not the scars,
Tryna heal with hoes in foreign cars.

I got family I don’t trust, friends I outgrew,
They smile wide, but they ain’t crew.
I’m the storm in silence, wrath in silk,
A lion in Lambos, soul built on guilt.

Private flights, but my demons still board,
Pop champagne, but remember the morgue.
You sold your soul for a feature and chain,
I flipped mine, made legacy from pain.

(Chorus x2)
Street made me, money changed ’em,
Kept it real, now they fake just to frame him.
Gold chains, but the pain still gleamin’,
Loyalty’s dead — I’m the last one breathin’.

(Verse 3)

Taught myself to walk when they cut my legs,
Now I run banks, bury snakes in dreads.
I don’t vent, I invest in rage,
Turn my trauma to checks, ink pain on page.

They love your fall, but hate your flight,
Wanna sip your fame, but duck your fight.
I’ve been robbed, lied to, stabbed and framed,
Still came back bossed up, untamed.

My heart’s gone cold, iced in trust,
You want real love? That shit’s just dust.
Grew from dirt, now I bloom in gold,
But my roots still deep where stories unfold.

No pastor prayed when I lost my soul,
I found it back in a .44 hold.
From the trenches to yachts, I rose in blood,
And I’ll die on ten toes before I fake this thug.

(Verse 4)

I don’t chase fame, I chase my name in stone,
Lion Gang prints on a king-made throne.
You rap for trends, I rap for scars,
Your top 10 list? Just a deck of cards.

They flex online but fold in war,
I speak my truth, you sell folklore.
Every line I spit got bodies in it,
A whole damn past in a couple minutes.

The game’s polluted, I breathe pure rage,
Still I walk calm, like a lion uncaged.
You ride waves, I cause the tide,
They build illusions, I provide the vibe.

From dead phones to designer suites,
I still walk like I carry the streets.
Never sold out, just bought my worth,
And I’ll die with pride or not at all — first.

(Chorus x2)
Street made me, money changed ’em,
Kept it real, now they fake just to frame him.
Gold chains, but the pain still gleamin’,
Loyalty’s dead — I’m the last one breathin’.

(Outro)
Ain’t no second life, just this flame I lit,
Buried pain in bars, now the world gets hit.
Lion Gang lives — etched in every line,
You can kill the flesh, but not the spine.

The Last Spine

🎤 Yo—first stop TED, they got that stage, Slick mic, big smile, charisma cage. Clickbait titles, “Ideas Worth Spreadin’,” But don’t touch truth—it ain’t beheadin’.

They say “disruption” with jazzy hands, But can’t explain why poverty still stands. Crowd claps loud—standing O’d, But ask ‘bout solar forgin’? They froze.

🧠 Then swing by Nobel, prize and crown, Givin’ gold stars to thoughts run down. “You split an atom!” Congrats, my guy, You just funded the next war sky.

Peace prize handed with drone in tow, “Stability” while the death counts grow. A handshake, flashbulbs, global sway, While Earth melts 2 degrees a day.

🌍 UN panel, tie knots tight, Talk for hours but still no flight. Debate the globe in seated rows, Can’t see the forge right up their nose.

Resolution passed! Commence the dance, While they sip cocktails in ignorance trance. Nations beg, oceans choke— But they book hotels for a panel vote.

🎓 Academic halls, chalkboard grind, Still teachin’ theories from '89. Quantum ideas? They squint and shrug, Still study “force” through Newton’s mug.

Papers dropped with zero flair, Gatekeep truth like it's rare air. Peer-reviewed to delay the spark, Then lock it down in paywalled dark.

🤣 It’s like Ugg Ugg giving keynotes, Beatin’ rocks while the spaceship floats. Stone tablets in PowerPoint slides, While AI writes physics on tide.

Spinnin’ graphs like cavepainted plots, Highbrow chants with prefrontal knots. But quantum’s whisperin’, forge ignites— They too busy booking gala nights.

💥 Outro – Bro, They Still Don’t Get It
Yo, the forge is real, the wind is tech, But they hold the mic and snap their necks From nodding to ideas trapped in time, While the future sits tappin’ in rhyme.

TED talks, Nobel, UN delight, All locked in lights without sight. This ain’t hate—it’s a funny prayer, For minds stuck in intellectual hair.

So yeah... next time they speak, Listen close for that familiar tweak— A hint of genius? Or just a scream From cavemen shouting “Ugg Ugg dream!”

Ugg Ugg & The Experts

[Verse 1]
Yo, blastin' through the trichomes, terpenoid tornado,
Delta-9-THC ignitin' synaptic inferno,
Endocannabinoid receptors dancin' in the limbo,
Anandamide avalanche, bliss in every limbo.
Sativa strains skyrock, cerebral supernova,
Indica inducin' indolence, couch-locked coma,
Hybrid havoc hybridizin' highs like a mad alchemist,
Puff the chron, chronobiology twisted, circadian dismissed.
Entourage effect entanglin' entourage of entheogens,
CB1 agonists antagonizin' anxiety's antigens,
From hydroponic havens to aeroponic arenas,
Weed's the wizard, wavin' wands of wonder, serene scenes.  

[Verse 2]
Genome sequencin' secrets of Cannabis sativa,
CRISPR-cut cultivars crankin' cannabinoid data,
Tetrahydrocannabivarin trimmin' the paranoia,
Myrcene molecules makin' munchies mandatory euphoria.
Bong rips reverberatin' through the reticular formation,
Vaporized volatiles violatin' ventilation norms,
Kush kings conquerin' kingdoms with kief-coated coronas,
OG origins oscillatin' in olfactory auras.
Psychoactive phytotoxins pollinatin' the pineal,
Hallucinogenic haze hallucinatin' hyperreal,
From Afghan autoflowers to Durban Poison daggers,
Weed's the warlock, wieldin' wands of wizardly swagger.  

[Hook]
Puff the cosmic kush, ignite the neural nebula!
THC tsunamis crashin' cranium cabala!
Entheogenic empires erupt in euphoric exile,
Weed wizardry warp-speedin' worlds, mile after mile!
Blaze the fractal foliage, feel the phytophrenic fire,
Ganja galaxies gyratin', higher and higher!
Chronic chronovores consumin' chronological chains,
Insane inhalation, inhalin' infinite gains!  

[Verse 3]
Holographic highs hallucinatin' hyperdimensional,
Cannabidiol calm conquerin' convulsive credentials,
Limonene liftin' lemons like a lucid levitation,
Pinene punchin' pines, preventin' procrastination.
Edibles eruptin' enzymes in enteric eruptions,
Topicals transdermally transcendin' tactile corruptions,
Rosin resins roarin' through the rig's radiant runes,
Dabbin' diamonds dazzlin' in dab rig monsoons.
Quantum quenchin' quenchin' quarks with quarky quintessence,
Weed's waveform wavin' wildly in wavefunction essence,
From shatter sheets to live resin labyrinths,
Insane incantations invokin' infinite labyrinths.  

[Verse 4]
Metaphysical mists manifestin' in marijuana mantras,
THCA transmutin' to THC via decarboxylation dramas,
Borosilicate bongs bubblin' biochemical ballets,
Percolators percolatin' purity in percussive parades.
Entheogenic expeditions explorin' ego erasures,
Psychedelic symbiosis synchronizin' soul chasers,
From Moroccan hash to Colombian crippy conquests,
Weed's the wormhole, warpin' worlds with wormy contexts.
Fractal foliage fracturin' finite philosophies,
Cannabinergic cascades crashin' cognitive cosmologies,
Blunt wraps blazin' blueprints of botanical brilliance,
Hyperbolic highs hurlin' humans into hyper-resilience.  

[Verse 5]
Cosmic chronic catapultin' consciousness to constellations,
Galactic ganja gravitatin' galaxies in gyrations,
Nebulous nugs nucleatin' neutron star narrations,
Black hole blunts bendin' spacetime in smoky simulations.
Interstellar indicas inducin' interstellar intuitions,
Sativa supernovas sparkin' synaptic solutions,
From vapor trails to comet tails of cannabis comets,
Weed's the wizardry, wizardin' worlds without comets.
Euphoric entropy entwinin' eternal enigmas,
Phytopharmacological phantoms phantomin' phantasms,
Ultimate utopia unfurlin' in utopian uptakes,
Insane infinity inhalin' infinite intakes!
[Outro]

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