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Tory Lanez  The Color Violet (late night Live session)

Violent Crimes x Brothers (feat. 070 Shake, Ty Dolla $ign, Chance the Rapper & Charlie Wilson)

How Do I Tell A Girl I Want To Kiss Her - Modern Baseball

UPLOAD FROM THIS VIDEO:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BWgmYHAxs4

Kanye West - Brothers (BEST VERSION)

Step into Kanye West's creative journey with this early demo of "Violent Crimes," presented under the title "Brothers." Feel the raw emotion and introspection as Kanye shares his thoughts on fatherhood, relationships, and vulnerability through heartfelt lyrics. Experience the evolution of his artistry as he navigates the complexities of family dynamics and personal growth.

Kanye West - Brothers v10 ft Chance the Rapper & Ant Clemons

This song is me standing bare in front of someone I gave my everything to — body, soul, loyalty, late nights, and all the messy parts of myself. It's that moment where I’m like, “After all we’ve been through, how can you still doubt this love?”

It’s not perfect. I’m not perfect. But I didn’t fake this. I didn’t play games. I stayed when I could’ve left, I held on when it hurt, and I still showed up when I felt unseen. And now I’m calling him out — if this ain’t real, then what the hell is?

It’s a confession. A challenge. A plea.
It’s me saying: “I’ve been bruised by you, but I still love you. I still want this. So if you can’t see that as real love — maybe it’s you who’s blind.”

This isn’t about begging.
It’s about owning my love out loud, even in the wreckage. Because real love doesn’t always come dressed in roses — sometimes it shows up in scars, late-night texts, and the silence you sit in together.

If That Ain’t Real

nobody else

Dance Chapado

Between the Pines

Pulled up clean, sunset candy paint
Ocean Drive in the headlights, 808s in the tank
She wore gold hoops, mango scent in the air
Balenciaga heels, she didn’t even care

Vice Rum on her lips, mind full of sparks
Said she came from Haiti, tryna heal old scars
Met at the Malibu Club, and she danced in reverse
Told me “boy you big big trouble,” but she loved the curse

We sippin’ Luc Belaire, stars in the glass
She said, “Don’t chase me, baby—I'm watchin' yo ass”
Moët in her motion, smooth like a criminal
I asked for an answer, she went subliminal

Met an angel in Vice City
Neon lights they look so pretty
Ocean breeze kissin' her hair, so silky
Told me not to fall, I guess I fell too quickly
Now I'm ridin' solo, she once rode with me

Starfish nights, we were floatin' in sin
Told her my secrets, she locked 'em within
Vice City goddess, gone with the wind
Met her in Vice—never saw her again

We hit Versetti Lounge, lowkey with the charm
She whispered “I like danger” as she tugged on my arm
Leather seats hot, in the foreign we slid
She laughed like a melody I swore I once did

Took her to Starfish, views like heavenly greens
She said, “These rich boys day fake and shit
I'm chasin' real world scenes”
In the moon’s confession, she laid my heart bare
She disappeared at dawn, like she was never there

Stars in the glass
She said, “Don’t chase me, baby—I'm watchin' yo ass”
Moët in her motion, smooth like a criminal
I asked for an answer, she went subliminal

Met an angel in Vice City
Neon lights they look so pretty
Ocean breeze kissin' her hair, so silky
Told me not to fall, I guess I fell too quickly
Now I'm ridin' solo, she once rode with me

Starfish nights, we were floatin' in sin
Told her my secrets, she locked 'em within
Vice City goddess, gone with the wind
Met her in Vice—never saw her again

Was she real, or just a fever dream?
A figment of my imagination, focused like a laser beam
Was it love, or was it Henny and the moist humidity?
Did she act like she meant it, or was she playin' with me?
Malibu closed, and the strip got cold
But I still hear her voice dripping rich with gold

We sippin’ Luc Belaire, stars in the glass
She said, “Don’t chase me, baby—I'm watchin' yo ass”
Moët in her motion, smooth like a criminal
I asked for an answer, she went subliminal

Met an angel in Vice City
Neon lights they look so pretty
Ocean breeze kissin' her hair, so silky
Told me not to fall, I guess I fell too quickly
Now I'm ridin' solo, she once rode with me

Starfish nights, we were floatin' in sin
Told her my secrets, she locked 'em within
Vice City goddess, gone with the wind
Met her in Vice—never saw her again

Catfish - Met An Angel

When the clock hits midnight, the world slows and the hours unfold like velvet. Velvet Hours is a chill-hop trap drift through smoke and shadows, hypnotic and timeless, built for the nights that never end.

Velvet Hours

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Only One Alive

Uploaded by Melodic Christian Radio.
An album full of melodic Christian rap songs.

Lust

**[Intro - 4 bars]**  
From the ashes of my adolescence, I rose through the wreckage
With ink and insight, I weaponize the scars that used to stretch us  
I’m turning these lessons into blessings bred to transcend  
Rebuilt the broken bones, now I’m never gon’ bend

**[Verse 1 - 16 bars]**  
Started off stranded, knuckles busted on the block’s cold cement  
Where enemies and penalties formed a pact of dissent
I was kissing chaos, trading innocence for masked ambition  
A crooked system had me shackled, trapped in flawed tradition  
Cinderblocks inside my psyche, stifling my ascendancy  
Hustled black market scripts to flip a grim dependency  
Inhaling toxic fumes, exhaling demons in my lines  
Caught in karmic cycles spinning like corrupted vines  
But I studied subtle tactics from pages of secret codes  
“Forty-Eight Laws” lighting lanterns on these murky roads  
I learned to weave semantics, shape these syllables like steel  
Forged a fortress in my verses—everything I spill is real  
Now I’m cruising in the fast lane, smoke coiled in the breeze  
Turning hollow victories into timeless symphonies

**[Chorus / Hook - 8 bars]**  
We transform trauma into timeless technique and truth  
Planting seeds of survival deep in the soil of youth  
Every lyric’s architecture built from battered remains  
We resurrect the spirit—reborn and unchained  
Pressing pen to paper, slicing through old illusions  
This tapestry of rhyme resolves all our confusions  
We stand as sentinels, baptized in brutal grace  
Mapping paths through shadows to a boundless place

nobody else

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