DoN-A (GineX) - Криминальный мозг (ft Beny Krik & Som)

100 Bars ft. Schokk

Рем Дигга - Универсальный солджа

Eng - The track tells the story of this crazy world, and the present day. (Russian-language track)
Rus - Трек рассказывает о этом безумном мире , и по сей день.
(GERMAN CHORUS)
Text that can be translated: 
Я вижу ненависть,я вижу слёзы,вижу боль
Это безумный,безобразный,дикий мир больной

Здесь атмосфера депрессивная,и небо плачет
А ежедневная рутина всё на сердце давит
Тут каждый третий неудачно ищет смысл в жизни
Этих троих, у одного эмоциональный кризис
Здесь малолетние кэш на геру тратят
И компенсируют серотонина недостаток
Массы сводят с ума,теряются им нужен вождь
Но не поможет,не религия не Иисус Христос
Здесь нету перспектив,здесь нету целей у многих *ДА*
А счастье это иллюзия и мир утопия
Без веры в будущие,без! не считать количество
Поколения,несчастных масс пессимизма *Я*
Покидаю дом,на улице дождь
И нахожусь как-будто среди живых мертвецов
Это как будто замкнутый круг,выхода нет
Добро пожаловать в Армагеддон, это 21 век *Е*

1Kla$ - Безумный Мир / Crazy World

This is a Jersey Club Remix of "I Really Wanna Stay At Your House" from the Cyberpunk official tracklist. As a cyberpunk fan and an artist, why not spin it and recreate something from the little bit of what is on there 💯

Lyrics: 

[Kurotaro]
Got me a thootie, I’m hitting the crib 
Slid me her digits I got me a win
Farming my aura cause of the chrome on my body, I’m taking her out for a spin 
Out to the moon and I’m feeling so lit
We don’t be talking but we finna kiss
Skrrting the city, we stacking the eddies, we bout to be kicking it till I get blitzed

Got me a thootie, I’m hitting the crib 
Slid me her digits I got me a win
Farming my aura cause of the chrome on my body, I’m taking her out for a spin 
Out to the moon and I’m feeling so lit
We don’t be talking but we finna kiss
Skrrting the city, we stacking the eddies, we bout to kicking it till I get blitzed

We finna dance, then kick it 
Don’t got the time, it’s ticking 
Fucked up my mental and fucked up my body, I suffer the outcome my body be killing 
Inside of my heart, is racing
Talk to my mind, I’m glazing
Not tryna be fumbling all of my bags, making my memories like pictures I’m painting 

Losing my sanity all through my thoughts
The city be having me feeling so lost 
Coming and going my homies be gone
I just be pondering till it be dawn

Through the darkest of times I need me some company 
Can I come over your essence be comforting 
Battle my mind I don’t wanna be suffering 
Virgo in me is about to go come for me

[MP14]
Girl, ain't no suffering 
Putting my heart in it 
Body so comforting 
When I go up in it
Shake that ass, getting litty tonight
Don’t stop, set the vibe while we party
all night

All year long, working hard, just to elevate
Outside, like it's halftime, and we celebrate ‘Til the sunrise, through the night sky, 
Live this life tonight with the right vibes Hand you this stack like it's Poker, you
way smart
Shuffle the deck, and she got a cute face card

Flow is so smooth when she moving her hips
Waterfall when she be licking her lips
Lock in both eyes, and she feel it within Body to body, she feeling my skin

Raising her vocals when grabbing that nice throat
Her flow is soothing when hitting them high notes
She done got to her knees, bringing it back,
Making it clap, with the face down when I hit from the back

Love me a shawty who's pretty with intellect
One that accepts me for me, that is in my head 
Now, we outside, it's that time to get lit again 
Content to film, and we post on the Internet

Learning from failure, so we can win again 
So, when we rise high, we’re onto the bigger steps 
Shawty gon’ hit the bed 
Tempted to kiss again
Beautiful night with this vibe, what we did expect 

Ain’t nobody touching what we built and what we got 
Felt the presence of you when you walk up in the spot 
Hands up on her body, now the vibe is steaming hot 
Now, she bending down below the surface ‘til she drop

Get up on the floor, with this energy that I have
Hitting every beat, with the effort that do not lack
Pushing away negativity to bypass
Celebrating now, to the point it make the night last

I REALLY WANNA KICK IT AT THE CRIB

Title: Face of the Earth (Metaphoric)

Intro (spoken / low keys)
Ayo, Kilo Bizniz, Smoked Out Mafia
We move silent, move precise — watch the chessboard.
Let’s paint the picture.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “oh you kin,” “flak flak,” “booyika”

Verse 1 (16 bars)
Step in the room, pockets heavy like freight, I weigh plans,
City stitched on my back, I move with my hands on the lands,
They whisper loud online but quiet when we stand,
Act tough in text, but IRL they switch up the brand.
I stack like architecture, blueprint in my mind,
Cut ties like old tags when the weather turn unkind,
My circle food for the fam — you starving? You decline,
We ghost like winter smoke, leave memories behind.
No need for crude lines — I paint storms in a phrase,
Make you feel small like a footprint in haze,
We don't parade drama; we erase with malaise,
Respect the recipe — loyalty pays.
I move like a general; every step's rehearsed,
Turn your spotlight to dust, like old posters on a curb,
If you gamble with the Bizniz, you'll learn what’s deserved,
Not by a gun lesson, but by time’s quiet verb.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “oh you kin,” “say less”

Verse 2 (16 bars)
Back on the block where the neon don't blink, we measure weight,
Trust is currency, counterfeit off the ledger, check the slate,
They smile in the daylight but trade souls by night, rotate,
We keep our code like medals — polished, never fake.
I flow with the ledger, balance sheets of respect,
Cross the line? You get ghosted — like an old cassette, decked,
No headlines, no rallies, just silence that connects,
Disappearances ain’t trophies — it’s how the city corrects.
Money talk soft but it echoes like drum rolls,
Crew move like eclipses — blockin' out weak souls,
We bookend our moves with calm, not tolls,
You learn the lesson: cold winters freeze bold goals.
We take what we earn, flip the script, keep the nerve,
Turn your name into fog — natural reserve,
Not by shouting or blood, but by absence observed,
A whisper in the crowd where your echo got curved.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “hi-yah,” “booyika,” “yah yah”

Bridge (8 bars — tension build, melodic under)
No sirens, just stillness — that hush before rain,
We move like a season, rearrange the plain,
Keep the circle fortified — no room for the stain,
When the wind passes through, only legends remain.
(Spoken) Respect ain't optional — it’s the script and the verse,
We don't embellish endings, we let absence disperse,
Kilo write the margins where your name used to burst,
Metaphors the ink and silence the hearse.

Verse 3 (16 bars — closer)
Final chapter, slow burn, dusk flip to dawn, we observe,
You scribbled threats in margins — we edited the curve,
I built an empire on grit, not on nerve,
Now you just a footnote in the story I serve.
I ain't glorify pain — I translate the grind,
Take your loud bravado and fold it in time,
We collect quiet wins, compound like fine wine,
You end up faded, like highlights in grime.
I'm the architect, conductor, hush in the crowd,
I move like shadows at noon — confident, proud,
If you front on the Bizniz, you vanish from the loud,
Not by spectacle, but by rain that clears clouds.
So keep your distance, mind your tone and your worth,
Respect the movement or dissolve into earth,
We built this from ash, polished in hearth,
Tryin' with the Bizniz? — 



K.R.A - На войне как на войне

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