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We Don't Fucking Care - Feat. A$AP Ferg & Sean Price (Produced by Snowgoons)

Immortal Technique Feat. Psycho Realm & Sick Symphonies Hollywood Drive - By

"Lost with Dreams" is a raw, introspective journey through the blurred lines between sleep, dreams, and the harsh weight of reality. With poetic lyricism and haunting vulnerability, the artist explores themes of self-doubt, ambition, and emotional fatigue—capturing the inner conflict of someone torn between wanting to fly and feeling grounded by pain. It’s not just a song—it’s a late-night confession, a mental tug-of-war, and a cry for clarity in a world that often feels too heavy to carry. Gritty, honest, and beautifully conflicted—Lost with Dreams speaks to anyone who’s ever questioned their purpose while searching for peace.

Lost With Dreams

This album is dedicated to my friends who plays with me in COD WZ

Lyrics:

Move silent...
Strike loud...
("Lobo Solitario en la zona...")

Quiet on the field — Lobo moves like smoke,
Eyes sharp as blades, patience never broke.
Marks every ghost, pins every rat,
While others panic — he’s cold in attack.

No flashy guns, no TikTok clowns,
Just mines on the dirt and stacks goin’ down.
Stackin' shields, stimulantes en la mano,
Waitin' for the kill like a real veterano.

Slide through the shadows, bag full of dreams,
Pockets heavy, ready for redeems.
If the squad falls, he don’t lose breath,
Runs through gas — trades his life for their death.

Ghost Wolf, move slow, strike cold,
Solo but loyal, worth more than gold.
Pin ‘em all down, make 'em all bleed,
Lobo’s the brain when the pack’s in need.
ÓRALE!
ÓRALE!
ÓRALE!

FatButt bustin’, Shankson rushin’,
Drip's already 300 meters and crushin’.
Meanwhile, Lobo’s sketchin’ the map,
Countin' them coins with fate in his lap.

UAV poppin’, enemigos droppin’,
Self-revive tucked, the pressure ain’t stoppin’.
Stay low, stay cold, silent with mad flow,
"Pa' cuando se arme," he’s ready to blow.

Buy station hot? — He don't even blink,
Adrenalina pa'l pecho, straight to the brink.
Dyin’ ain’t shit when the squad’s the prize,
Lobo falls smirkin’, watchin’ them rise.

Ghost Wolf, move slow, strike cold,
Solo but loyal, worth more than gold.
Pin ‘em all down, make 'em all bleed,
Lobo’s the brain when the pack’s in need.
ÓRALE!
ÓRALE!
ÓRALE!

"Lobo Solitario means Lone Wolf...
But don’t let the name fool you.
He toys with his prey...
But never with his team.

He takes the mission serious —
No one... gets left behind."

"Me la pelas cabrón"
ÓRALE!
ÓRALE!
ÓRALE!


ÓRALE!
ÓRALE!
ÓRALE!

Lobo solitario

Dímelo…
This ain’t a diss track. This a eulogy.
Let’s lay this dog to rest. One bark at a time.

They say the loudest in the room ain’t the realest one talkin’
You barked loud—now watch how the reaper come walkin’
You K-9? Bitch, you more like a poodle with mange
Your whole catalog crusty, outdated, deranged
Still rappin’ ‘bout TECs and corner store sticks
Meanwhile, I’m with execs makin’ billboard hits
You in alleys with ghosts, I’m in suites with the gold
You stuck in ’94, still tryna act bold
That G-funk played out, that lowrider bent
Your cadence got arthritis, your bars got rent
You dropped “Dog Eat Dog” like it was hard as hell
But it sound like an old man just forgot how to spell
You preach violence and fiction, I spit culture and facts
You a Compton cosplay, I’m the Bronx with plaques

You ain’t a killer, you a kennel clown
All bark, no bite, just a burial sound
Bury that bark, silence that pain
Your name held weight—till I snapped that chain

Let’s break it down—lyrical autopsy, surgical bars
We dissectin’ your soul, leave your ego in jars
“Bulletproof Soul”? Nah, you lied on the record
You ain’t bulletproof, you the one that got peppered
Beneath that bark is fear, behind those threats is a mask
You a fake OG, floppin’ in a washed-out casket
You fed me? Nah, I brought the feast to your lawn
Now I’m pissin’ on your grave to the beat of your song
You said my girl DM’d? Bro, you delusional, lame
She said your dick game weak and your pockets got shame
“Compton legend”? Who vouched? I checked receipts
Even OGs in Watts said, “K-9’s obsolete”
Your metaphors cheap, your cadence a chore
I’m fluent in pain, but you? You just lore
You scream war, but I see panic in frame
I’m that polished machete—you’re a rusted chain

Now bow your head, K-9, your bark’s gone cold
This funeral track gon’ never get old
Queens priest at the pulpit, preachin’ your end
Your last breath rhyme… delivered by a friend

Melt this mutt down, turn fur into flame
Ashes to ashes, not even a name
Kairo Malone? That government don’t mean shit
You a walking ghost in a Reebok fit
I spit bilingual like I’m sprayin’ machetes
You spit that fiction like a broke out Chevy
You wanted the smoke? I brought the volcano
Compton boy shook, I turned bark into halo
I’m in Medellín penthouses, sippin’ on rum
You in Motel 6, callin’ Uber for crumbs
Your whole discography’s hospice rap
I’m the future, the flame, the culture, the map
Six-minute clinic, toe-tag included
I nuked your career, now your whole rep diluted
You gave me a platform, and I outshined the light
Now I’m stompin’ your legacy night after night

El funeral del perro, close that door
Tried to bite God, now you bleedin’ on the floor
Street to the pulpit, I rose from the fire
You came with war, but I’m truth in the choir

Queens made me ruthless.
Compton couldn’t cage me.
Now I bury the bark.
Manny Fusion — out.
May the dog rest in pieces.

El Funeral del Perro

Never Been Sorry by smokethatdank

“Zero Fame” is a rebellious underground anthem from D$ and SpDoubleOG — rejecting clout for truth, purpose, and lyrical fire over gritty production.

-D$-
I come with the might like my mic is Mjolnir
Flab no abs no cape just a primate or
Missing link was from outer space out of place 
In time or dimension the ascension of our minds connected
Telepathy but empathy has yet to be learned
Exempting nobody cause we all gotta learn
Earn the respect of the universe like JFK
Hey they muted first exploded minds like Rudy Rudiger
Just keeping it silent run history to legend
Then to myth, until no ones asking questions
Dig for the truth and research not meme search
Headlines ain’t fact and the facts is getting meaner
It’s all about the glam tits and ass have you seen her
Him singing hymns bringing limbs to the cleaners
We leopards in this chapter time to get cleaned up
Before the end is nigh and the nigh is getting meaner

-D$-
Rise from the ground growing from the dirt
Fly with the brave like we was Thunderbirds
Heroes for the world villains for the burnt
Zero fame ensured but we here for the word
Rise from the ground growing from the dirt
Fly with the brave like we was Thunderbirds
Heroes for the world villains for the burnt
Zero fame ensured but we here for the word

-SpDoubleOG-
I set it off in every one of y'all's cities (True) 
Respondin' to my thoughts, wav's gettin kinda sinny (True) 
Perpetual blitz backpackin' nigga hold up 
My conscience is my fist 
Playing scrabble to keep my "word up" F**k your fairytale ass, bitch 
You look Collected in the Vatican, unveiled yo fake ass trick 
Stomp the yard inside my dreams, nigga big bang 
Everything I stride to do, Indie big change 
SpDouble doesn't do "O"ppositions (Nope nope nope) 
Instead I am making "G"angsta propositions 
Send yo resume to The Beat Lounge 
We move different over yonder, holdin' steady sound 
It's Subliminal, Scattering the Material, 
Live it up like a miracle, memories like imperial 
Flying like a dirigible, flowing is astronomical, yeah this is so unstoppable 
And failure is improbable

-D$-
Rise from the ground growing from the dirt
Fly with the brave like we was Thunderbirds
Heroes for the world villains for the burnt
Zero fame ensured but we here for the word
Rise from the ground growing from the dirt
Fly with the brave like we was Thunderbirds
Heroes for the world villains for the burnt
Zero fame ensured but we here for the word

Rimas como Balas

Inhar EastMoon

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