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Kojae Yani

Artist : @khosh.eghbal (memoc)
Producer : @shaxmadeit
Cover art : @thearyan.art
ExClusive : @zirzamincom
Inspired by : @rickandmorty

WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB - MEMOC (320)

متن آهنگ :

سرم به سنگ خورد 
نشدم آدم 
من بمیرمم موزیکامم 
که جاودانن
اگه نبودمم 
بدون هواتو دارم 
هوا که تاریک شد 
میدونی منم ستارم

هنوزم قهرمانا خوابن ولی ما بیداریم 
هنو تو دلمون یه آسمون آبی داریم 
هنوزم غم یادگاریاتو دارم رفیق 
هنوزم توی دلم تو یه دونه خونه داری

کشیدیم پر ولی لا به لای  لاله زارها
کشیدیم پر ولی لا به لای این حصارها
ما داریم فرق از خورشید تا سنگ خارا 
ما هفت تا خط میشیم و جمع میشیم  به جنگ مارا

میکنم من هنوزم روزامو هی مرورش
گور بابای تو و جمعه و هر غروبش
چشارو بستیم رسیدیم ته خط 
واسه تو بوده فرود واسه من تهش سقوطه
ساعت سه صبحه چشامون نصفه وا 
هنوز دارم راهمو کج میرم میکنم اشتباه 
من سرم به سنگ خورد و نشدم آدم 
من بمیرمم خوبیارو نمیره یادم 

همیشه خودم باختم نبوده کاره قسمت
تو هنوز فال میگیری توی استکان نصفت 
نمونده پشت ابرها
میخواستم کمک واسم اوردین صدتا اما 
میچرخه این زمونه 
خرج میشه تا قرونه 
آخر روز عمرت 
من دارم منفجر میشم 
انگار روم یه بمیه


سرم به سنگ خورد 
نشدم آدم 
من بمیرمم موزیکامم 
که جاودانن
اگه نبودمم 
بدون هواتو دارم 
هوا که تاریک شد 
میدونی منم ستارم

Saram be sang khord

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Khakestar (feat. Flipp X Sh'ym)

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production : genius
artworker : bunny

NANAKHOR X GENIUS

Kdablack - "Mars" | Official Audio
Music Producer: KhodeUltra
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#trap #persiantrap #hiphop #persinhiphop #iran

Mars

Everywhere i go 
caeeeeelllllmeeeeett
yawwwwwnnnn
caelm3t put them pounds in the trash can 
caelm3t made it out the kitchen 
me and laywaste like gucci and zaytoven 
go wolf gang ain’t talking bout no bhetoven 
come down to texas see my whole gang toting 
live on hella land im gun range living 
shawty said you different bitch i’m limited edition 
skrt skrt skrt 

put them pounds in the trash can 
got a bitch my house she do my fucking dishes 
no more trap phones 
no more counting money with my digits 
money counting machine everywhere i go i bring it with me 
skrt skrt skrt 
there’s no shortage of work 
ain’t spending money on bitches imma make my bands twerk 
fuck my money fucking benny frank 
i ain’t sticking my dick in him i ain’t really g-
caelmet

fuck all that talking bitch i don’t give a fuck what you gotta say 
look at the fits on me and my bitch we some prada baes
made our own wave we some prodigy’s 
all year around we making hella fucking cheese 
pop out with a new bitch i’m a real g 
pop out where you can’t be decked out in some real tree 
any room i walk in turn that bitch into a party 
get the fuck out my crib if you wearing ed hardy 

yawwwnnnn 4pm getting outta bed just hardly 
man im living real comfy 
got a bad ass shawty i got me a plump freak 
get the fuck up out my face with all that dick sucking 
awful lotta haters turn into some fans 
doing all that typing go do sum productive 
the way you on dick i think you love dick 
lain waste got its own dick and still sucking it 

lain waste records getting rich outta witch house 
birds flock to me like crows to a fucking dead mouse 
pointless and a waste of time like a broken clock 
i ain’t ever had a gun jam i like to clean my glock 

1312 hundred dead fucking cops 
corn fed boy i’m out here eating on some pork chops
fuck this bitch so crazy i had her legs crossed
weeping mary saw the whole thing she had her eyes closed 
robin jeans and polo that’s my nice clothes 
i still rock my dirty sneaks everywhere i go 
lain waste that’s the gang we going physco 
caelmeeeettt

EVERYWHERE I GO

111 BPM. D minor.
Low light, slow breath, steady ground.

This is a private signal — built quietly, with care.
About connection without noise, movement without force.
For one person, at one moment, exactly as it is.

Ride or Die (Cosmic Love Edit) 777

TRUMP TOWER isn’t a flex record — it’s an autopsy.
This track sits in that grim space where money stops meaning anything and power just rots louder. Gold everywhere, but nothing clean. The beat crawls and hits like paranoia, while the lyrics circle corruption, excess, and the quiet realization that the climb was never worth it. This isn’t political commentary so much as spiritual decay — a high-rise built on static, guilt, and bad decisions.
Inspired by underground Southern darkness and the Trill Bill era energy, TRUMP TOWER keeps it cold, minimalist, and confrontational. No shine, no redemption arc — just pressure, repetition, and the sound of ambition eating itself alive.
Play it loud. Let it feel uncomfortable. That’s the point.
#YUNGHADES #TRUMPTOWER #UndergroundHipHop #DarkTrap #DirtyDonny #Grimy #ParentalAdvisory

TRUMP TOWER

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Song Writer . Vocalist
Persian Hip Hop Specialist.

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