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Uten Fast Bolig

Tokata

Fallecieron

Multilingual

Mimetic Kaleidoscope: Echoes of the Multiverse

Soul Justice

Bewitched

Lost and found

Once a youth, now aged, a spirit that roams,
A shadowy pioneer, where hip-hop finds its homes.
From five, a force, in Tbilisi's historic heists,
A revolution's spark, amid the streets' neon lights.

For every comrade, every kin, a workers' paradise arises,
Never assimilated, against nationalism, my heart despises.
Sørsia raised, cultures fused, in Anhem's bond, we dive,
Through nights that never still, our wild spirits thrive.

Back to grind at dawn, the class divide stark,
Life's cycle, cruel and stark, leaves its mark.
Selling surplus soul, was never the dream you chose,
Silent on genocide, the world coldly imposes.

West throws stones in glass houses, with imperial guise,
False consciousness, paper mice, the working class denies.
Extra time for fines, in a cell, counting the cost,
Lost friends, if teeth, my smile would be lost.
Lost friends, if teeth, my smile would be lost.

Into court, I crip walked, defiance in my stance,
Night bus home, in Sørsia's shadow, I glance.
Honor to the Houthis, South Africa, and Palestine's fight,
Different from Ukraine, in the world's skewed sight.

Echoes of Romeo, through the streets, a lore,
A saga of struggle, of love, and so much more.
A life lived on the edge, between shadow and light,
In every verse, a battle, in every rhyme, a fight.

Echoes Of Romeo

Chains Of Value

Ghost In The City

Break Em Up

All In

In the corners of my room, the screen glows softly,
私の部屋の隅で、画面が優しく光る,
A gateway to a million worlds, where I lose myself,
百万の世界への入り口、私が自分を失うところ,


Under the neon lights, I fight, I flee, I forge legends,
Neon lightsの下で、戦い、逃げ、伝説を作る,
Smoke swirls, carrying my essence into the wind,
煙が渦を巻き、私の本質を風に乗せて,


私の心は私だけのもの, あなたの愛は借り物,
My mind, my own, your love on loan,
永遠に時間が必要, 私の果てしない部屋で,
I need time, in my endless room.

In my room, worlds unfold, my escape, my hold,
私の部屋で、世界は広がる、私の逃避、私の支え,
Your love, a distant melody, in this endless fantasy.
あなたの愛、遠いメロディー、この果てしないファンタジーで.

Here, time stands still, yet flows like a river,
ここでは、時間が静止するが、川のように流れる,
Each game, a life, each choice, a quiver.
各ゲームは人生、各選択は震え.

In the quiet of the night, I find strength, I find fear,
夜の静けさの中で、強さを見つける、恐れを見つける,
In my room, I'm a god, I'm a ghost, ever near.
私の部屋で、私は神、私は幽霊、いつも近く.

In my room, worlds unfold, my escape, my hold,
私の部屋で、世界は広がる、私の逃避、私の支え,
Your love, a distant melody, in this endless fantasy.
あなたの愛、遠いメロディー、この果てしないファンタジーで.

My room, my sanctuary, where dreams are both lost and found,
私の部屋、私の聖域、夢が失われ、見つかる場所,
In the silence, in the sound, my world goes round.
沈黙の中で、音の中で、私の世界が回る.

My Endless Room (私の果てしない部屋)

City Hunter

Revolutionary G-Funk

Grew up in the shadows of the factories' smoke,
Where the air's thick with despair, but the hope's a mere joke.
Sirens in the distance, lullabies to the broke,
Mama working double shifts, her dreams up in smoke.

Sidewalks cracked like the system that failed us,
Born into a game where the rules are set to derail us.
Caps and gowns traded for cuffs and cells, thus,
We narrate tales of the streets that they tell us.

It's all 'bout the Benjamins, they say, while we pay the cost,
Lives lost to the machine, humanity's lost.
They preach freedom and dreams, but at what cost?
Capitalism's chains, where the lines are crossed.

Heard the stories from my pops, of factories closed,
Communities shattered, while the wealth gap grows.
"Pull yourself up by the bootstraps," but nobody chose,
To be born with no boots, in a world of foes.

Little sis with the asthma, air's too thick to breathe,
Pharmaceuticals outta reach, so we watch her wheeze.
Education's supposed to be the key, but the fees,
Keep that door locked tight, opportunities freeze.

It's a cycle, unbroken, the rich feed off the poor,
While we're choking on the dreams that we can't afford.
They say money doesn't grow on trees, sure,
But it blooms in the pockets of the bourgeoisie, pure.

In the heart of the city, where the streetlights flicker,
Lies the truth, buried deep, the plot thickens, sicker.
Capitalism, the culprit, the ultimate trickster,
Selling lies of prosperity, the picture bitter.

Now I stand, microphone in hand, voice for the voiceless,
Stories of the streets, the truth, no choice but to voice this.
They call it survival of the fittest, but the noise is,
Just a distraction, the reality, we're all in this crisis.

From the corners of the ghettos to the rural decay,
The narrative's the same, just a different day.
Capitalism's the dealer, and we're all in play,
But the house always wins, no matter how much you pray.

We're more than just numbers, statistics to dismay,
We're the heart and soul, caught in capitalism's fray.
But together, united, we can pave a new way,
Where the value of life is more than what they say.

Streets Of Sorrow

In the shadow of desolation

From the blocks where we hustle to the deserts afar,
Lies a story untold, beneath the stripes and the stars.
Where the drones hover silent, under the moon and Mars,
And the cries of the innocent are jailed behind bars.

We’re the exports of freedom, or so they claim,
But the lands lie in ruins, and who do they blame?
For every bomb that's dropped, there's a profit to name,
And the cycle of violence continues, untamed.


It's the boots on the ground, and the blood in the sand,
The echoes of empire, with a torch in its hand.
"Sowing seeds of democracy," across the land,
But it reaps a harvest of grief, where it stands.

Heard it from a vet, eyes hollow with regret,
“Freedom ain't free,” he says, “and the debt,
Is paid by the poor, with every drop of sweat,
And the tears of the mothers, who can't forget.”

In the schools, they teach us of the brave and the free,
But they skip the chapters of the coups and the spree.
Of interventions, invasions, a long history,
Of building an empire, on the backs of the plea.

With a pledge to the flag, and allegiance so grand,
They march off to war, to some distant land.
But the truth's buried deep, in the shifting sand,
Of a nation built on power, and reprimand.

In the heart of the city, where dreams are made,
Lies the shadow of the eagle, its glory fades.
For every action, a price is paid,
And the cost of empire, is laid bare, unswayed.

Now we stand at the crossroads, the future unclear,
As the drums of war whisper, ever so near.
But the people united, can conquer fear,
And dismantle the empire, year by year.

From the mountains to the valleys, let the message ring,
That peace is the prize, and the offering.
To heal the wounds, and the suffering,
And bring back the promise, of a new beginning.

For in the echoes of empire, we find our pain,
But in the echoes of unity, we shall rise again.
Breaking the chains, of the war refrain,
In the hope that one day, peace will reign.

Shadows Of Desolation

"تحت ضوء القمر، تبدأ رحلتنا، قصة أمل وسلام."

The Balfour Declaration (1917)
"In whispers of promises made, تحت وطأة ظل الحرب الكبرى,
A homeland's pledge was laid, في قلب تجارة الإمبراطورية."

The Formation of Israel (1948)
"من رماد الصراع، ولدت أمة، وسط الفوضى والحياة الممزقة,
In the land of ancient dawn, حيث تبكي الأجيال العديدة."

"عبر العقود، تتشابك أصداء الألم والأمل,
نبحث عن العزاء، نبحث عن إشارة,
أن يومًا ما، سيحدد السلام,
الأرض التي تجمع التاريخ والقلوب."

The Six-Day War (1967) and its Aftermath
"تم إعادة رسم الحدود، في أعقاب المعركة، عائلات نزحت، مستقبلات على المحك,
في البحث عن الأمان، أي طرق نتخذ، عندما يكون كل قرار مصدر ألم؟"

"هل نستطيع سماع القصص، لكل من مشى على هذه الأرض,
أحلام ومخاوف في رمال لا تحصى، يمدون يداً مرتجفة؟"

"لنحلم بأشجار الزيتون وأشجار الأرز، حيث السلام أكثر من مطلب,
وأطفال من جميع العقائد يمكنهم الاتحاد، معًا في هذه الأرض القديمة، الأرض المقدسة."

Shattered Dreams

Enka Melancholic Ballad, Shamisen, Taiko, Violin, Shakuhachi

「夜明けに秘密を囁く稲田で、
二人の農民が働く、精神は摩耗し、顔は引き締まる。
しかし、簡素さの仮面の後ろに、謎が潜む、
言葉はいらない、忠誠の静かな契約。」

「静かで、微妙で、永遠に、そして迅速に、私たちは抱擁する、
月明かりを高く越えて、私たちの秘密の場所で。
手が離れ、道が分かれても、
夜の深淵で、私たちの魂は合体する。」

「静かで、微妙で、永遠に、そして迅速に、私たちは抱擁する、
月明かりを高く越えて、私たちの秘密の場所で。
手が離れ、道が分かれても、
夜の深淵で、私たちの魂は合体する。」

「農民のマントの下に隠された忍者の技、
お互いを守り抜く、あらゆる試練と病を通して。
決して告白されない夜の静けさをかき乱す愛、
義務に縛られ、見えない運命に結ばれて。」

「物の哀れ、共有されたすべてのはかない瞬間に、
侘び寂び、不完全さの中にある美しさを明らかにする。
幽玄、見えない絆の深遠な深みに、
月の影で、彼らの精神は通信する。」

「だから見守る月の下で、彼らは静かな別れを告げる、
「別の人生で、私の犯罪のパートナー、私はあなたを見つけるでしょう。」
夜明けが来ると、風だけが彼らの物語を知っている、
月明かりの下の二つの影、勝利する愛。」

「静かで、微妙で、永遠に、そして迅速に、私たちは抱擁する、
月明かりを高く越えて、私たちの秘密の場所で。
手が離れ、道が分かれても、
夜の深淵で、私たちの魂は合体する。」

「農民のマントの下に隠された忍者の技、
お互いを守り抜く、あらゆる試練と病を通して。
決して告白されない夜の静けさをかき乱す愛、
義務に縛られ、見えない運命に結ばれて。」

「農民のマントの下に隠された忍者の技、
お互いを守り抜く、あらゆる試練と病を通して。
決して告白されない夜の静けさをかき乱す愛、
義務に縛られ、見えない運命に結ばれて。」

「物の哀れ、共有されたすべてのはかない瞬間に、
侘び寂び、不完全さの中にある美しさを明らかにする。
幽玄、見えない絆の深遠な深みに、
月の影で、彼らの精神は通信する。」

「だから見守る月の下で、彼らは静かな別れを告げる、
「別の人生で、私の犯罪のパートナー、私はあなたを見つけるでしょう。」
夜明けが来ると、風だけが彼らの物語を知っている、
月明かりの下の二つの影、勝利する愛。」

Shadows Beneath the Moonlight

Atmospheric Lo-fi Jazz Fusion

In the cosmos of our dreams, we gaze afar,
At the twinkling of a hopeful, distant star.
Drifting on melodies, a wish whispered mild,
For a world where every soul's free and wild.

Oh, distant star, guide us to a place,
Where abundance flows, and life's a gentle embrace.
Automated rhythm in our communal space,
Luxury for all, at a serene pace.

Through the static of the day, we find our tune,
Crafting a tomorrow where we all commune.
In the glow of the starlight, so vast and bright,
Lies a future where every day's suffused with light.

Our aspirations like satellites orbit 'round,
In a universe of sound, where love is found.
Automated harmonies, set spirits free,
Luxury in simplicity, for you and me.

Oh, distant star, in the night so clear,
Illuminate our path to the world we hold dear.
A symphony of progress, with no one to steer,
An automated haven, where we conquer fear.

Distant Star

Fortidslast

すべての未来、現在、過去に、思いの中で存在し、
分裂されながらも、同時に、存在、存在。

存在感の中で、私は生きて、
心の声に耳を傾け、
すべての時を越えて、存在、存在。

悲しみと喜びの中、自分の場所を見つける、
歴史の波に飲まれながら、存在、存在。

心の奥深く、時の彼方へ、
思いは永遠に、日々と共に、存在、存在。

無限の空の下、すべては繋がり、
愛と希望の光に導かれ、存在、存在。

Zonsai No Uta

Welcome to the cosmic contradiction, baby!
Where the dollars do the talking and the poor man walks the walk.
Y’all ready to ride the capitalist rollercoaster? Haha!


Strutting down Wall Street, with a silver spoon in my mouth,
I got a golden parachute, in case this thing goes south.
Printing money in the basement, while the poor man pays the price,
This funky system’s got us chasing, that capitalist paradise.


We’re doing the funky dollar dance, (Oh yeah)
Where the rich get richer, by chance or by glance. (Ain’t that funky now?)
In this game of monopoly, we’re just taking a stance,
Spinning round in circles, in the funky dollar dance.


CEOs in their ivory towers, sipping on champagne,
While the workers lose their powers, drowning in the rain.
The stock market’s a disco, but not everyone’s invited,
Only the VIPs get to disco, while the rest are just divided.


Funky dollar dance, (Get down with it)
Where the money makes moves, that just don’t make sense. (Talk about funky)
You gotta pay to play, pay to enhance,
Caught up in the rhythm, of the funky dollar dance.


Now, listen here! It ain’t no secret, the system’s rigged, you dig?
But when we lay down this groove, we expose the gig.
So, funk with us, as we tear down this capitalist facade,
And bring the power back to the people, now that’s truly avant-garde!


In the land of the free, they say you can reach the stars,
But the ladder’s broken, baby, owned by those fancy cars.
Let’s funk up this system, make it truly ours,
With the power of the people, brighter than a thousand bars.


Funky dollar dance, (Shake your thang)
Where contradictions play out, in a capitalist exchange. (Feel the funk)
But together we stand, together we advance,
Breaking free from the chains, of the funky dollar dance.

Funky Dollar Dance

Slipped away unknowingly,
That’s just how it went.
Faded so gradually,
I didn’t see it was spent.
The next thing I knew was space,
Widening between us,
What was I to embrace?
I let myself trust.


And now we’re drifting through the void,
I hope this night ends like the others.
Oh-whoa-oh-oh.


Nobody,
Seems to get me,
Leaves me lonely,
Leaves me feeling this way.
Nobody,
Understands me quite like you.


I’ve been waiting all alone,
It’s felt so long.
I knew just how I’d feel,
When your song was gone.
You took my heart with your leave,
You gave me solitude.
You knew I would believe,
I needed someone true.


And now we’re drifting through the void,
I hope this night ends like the others.
Oh-whoa-oh-oh.


Nobody,
Seems to get me,
Leaves me lonely,
Leaves me feeling this way.
Nobody,
Understands me quite like you.


At first, you pulled your arms from me,
Then you pulled your charm from me.
We look away from each other’s eyes,
And what we see is no surprise.
Got a feeling most would bury,
And a distance so deep we cannot carry.


And now we’re drifting through the void,
I hope this night ends like the others.
Oh-whoa-oh-oh.


Nobody,
Seems to get me,
Leaves me lonely,
Leaves me feeling this way.
Nobody,
Understands me quite like you.

Drifting Through the Void

Tape Cassettes And Dreams

In the depths of my soul, where emotions swirl and flow,
A compass of values, guiding me where to go.
Defying the molds, the gender roles they cast,
I'm more than just labels, I'm vast.

In the rhythm of life, in the quietude of night,
An INFP dreams, under the starlight.
Exploring the depths, where true selves reside,
In a world where hearts guide, and love abides.

Possibilities unfold, like notes in a jazz tune,
Under the moon, I wander, my thoughts balloon.
The future's a canvas, painted with the mind's eye,
A realm of wonder, beneath the vast sky.

In the rhythm of life, in the quietude of night,
An INFP dreams, under the starlight.
Sailing on thoughts, where endless ideas dance,
In the melody of change, taking a stance.

Memories hold, the essence of what's true,
Lessons engraved, in the colors I once knew.
Grounded and steady, in a world that's ever-spinning,
A guardian of the past, with new chapters beginning.

A vanguard of dreams, standing for the silent,
With logic and heart, in the world, I'm defiant.
Guarding the soul, and those in its sphere,
A beacon for the lost, bringing those far, near.

As the song fades, like dusk into the night,
An INFP's journey, in the soft moonlight.
In a world of sound, and silent musings,
We find strength in our dreams, in endless fusions.

Shades Of The Soul (INFP Theme)

People come and they go,
Some remain, echoes of the soul.
Tonight, in solitude's embrace, I find,
Questions swirling, a tempest of the mind.

Conceit, at times, my shield, my cloak,
Never doubted, until tonight woke.
A pondering deep, amidst the quiet lot,
Am I the fool, entangled in this thought?

I wear my choices like a crown, with pride,
Paths I've walked, with no need to hide.
"Burn my dread, baby," echo of a chant,
Facing tomorrow, with a heart undaunted.

My story, a solo script, yet mirrors yours,
Uncertain ends, but it's the joy that soars.
What matters isn't the closing of the scene,
But the laughter and love that's been.

Through nights alone, where tears once fell,
A journey's tale, only I can tell.
Embracing each crack, each flaw, each scar,
Finding strength in being just who we are.

Proud of the tears, now dried, that trace my past,
Each one a step, in a world so vast.
"My story starring me," a declaration bold,
In vulnerability, our true strength unfolds.

As dawn breaks, a new light to see,
A reflection of what it means to truly be.
In every end, in every start,
What matters most is the joy we impart.

Dried Up Tears

Día a día, luchando, sudando la gota,
Corazón en la mano, vida en la otra.
Cada paso que doy, cada peso que gano,
Es por ella, mi reina, mi todo, mi mano.

Laburo hasta que cae la noche, la vida aprieta,
Es un testamento de amor, como una cinta de casete.
Pero hay algo que se quiebra, que no se resetea,
Heridas que no cierran, perdón que no llega.

Yo aquí parado, en la lluvia, incansable,
Sanelillon de mi historia, en la pista inquebrantable.
Ella con la mirada fija, en el pasado doliente,
Perdón es la llave, pero está ausente.

Persevero como guerrero, pero la batalla es interna,
Cada verso es un disparo, esperanza eterna.
Pero hay un muro, más alto que la cordillera,
Perdóname, vida mía, eres lo que quiero, lo que espero.

Perdóname, vida mía, eres lo que quiero, lo que espero.

Perdóname, vida mía, eres lo que quiero, lo que espero.

Esperando en la esquina, bajo el cielo de Santiago,
Pastouri y mas toz, fluyendo en el relato.
La máquina de rima, desata la verdad,
Luchando por amor, buscando la claridad.

Es la vida, es el rap, es el corazón en juego,
Perdonar es divino, pero humano es el fuego.
Sigo luchando cada día, mi alma no está vacía,
Es la historia de un guerrero y su poesía.

Lucha Libre (Feat Nico Supremo)

Somos los "supremos", así en la cima,
Fumando de lo verde, pasando la rima.
"¡Síganme los buenos!", dice el eco de Chespirito,
Nos llaman "los treunos", cada paso un grito.

Volado, volaito, paso mis días solito,
Entre risas y canto, no hay camino escrito.
En la cumbia nos vemos, en la vida nos citamos,
"¡Síganme los buenos!", juntos lo gritamos.

Desde la esquina hasta la playa, llevamos la corona,
La vida es una ola y nosotros la domamos sin demora.
En Fantasilandia o en la arena bajo el sol,
Somos los reyes del verano, con el ritmo en el tambor.

Fantaseando con las minas, entre juegos y destello,
Vamos dejando huellas, con sabor a caramelo.
La fiesta está en la brisa, la risa en cada ola,
Chile se mueve al compás de cumbia que consuela.

"¡Síganme los buenos!", gritamos con poder,
Con el humo ascendiendo, la risa va a crecer.
Somos los "supremos", con el beat en cada paso,
La vida es un teatro y nosotros su gran acto.

En la playa o en la piscina, la vibra siempre sube,
Bailamos con la espuma, la cumbia nos descubre.
Le "dai' color", te armo una china, siente la brisa,
Caminando por la costa, somos el calor, la risa.

Siente el calor, el aroma en el viento,
La parrilla está caliente, el momento es este encuentro.
Ven a probar cochayuyo, el sabor del mar profundo,
Ya tú sabes, en la pista, te muevo el mundo.

Con la cumbia en las venas, y el rap en la lengua,
La playa es nuestro reino, y la noche se alarga.
"¡Síganme los buenos!", el grito de la fiesta,
Los "supremos" de la cumbia, con el ritmo que contesta.

Somos "los treunos", en el verano ardiente,
Si te pones caliente, ven que aquí está tu gente.
Un brindis por el aire, por el sabor de lo nuestro,
Con cumbia y rap chileno, "los supremos" son el resto.

Los Supremos (Feat Nico Supremo)

Caminando en la cuerda floja, en esta selva de concreto,
La casa no es un derecho, en este juego indiscreto.
La inseguridad de un techo, el miedo de perderlo todo,
Es la vida en un nodo, el amor en un modo.

En las calles de Santiago, donde los sueños se hacen humo,
La lucha por un sumo, el desafío es sumo.
Relaciones como monedas, se gastan, se pierden,
En el amor, en la vida, las promesas se enreden.

"Perdóname, por luchar en esta batalla,
Donde el amor y la casa, como el agua resbala.
Derechos que se escapan, como arena entre los dedos,
Perdóname, mi amor, en esta vida de enredos."

Vivir al margen, estigma de lo inaceptable,
La etiqueta de "incasable", injustamente aplicable.
Robar para rescatar, lo que injustamente nos quitan,
Es la vida escrita, en páginas infinitas.

Pero aquí sigo, fiel a mi esencia, a mi fuego,
Buscando el sosiego, en este laberinto ciego.
La vivienda, un derecho, no un privilegio de pocos,
Luchamos a cada rato, en contra de los locos.

"Perdóname, por luchar en esta batalla,
Donde el amor y la casa, como el agua resbala.
Derechos que se escapan, como arena entre los dedos,
Perdóname, mi amor, en esta vida de enredos."

Esperanza en cada esquina, en cada amanecer de Santiago,
En el rap, encontramos refugio, y también desafío.
Luchamos no solo por amor, sino por un futuro digno,
Donde vivir no sea un lujo, sino un canto, un signo.

Hambre Y Casa (Feat Nico Supremo)

Yo soy el caminante, en las sombras me deslizo,
Con mi cara oculta, en este mundo improviso.
Soy un transformista, en el anonimato me rizo,
No descubras mi rostro, en el destino me eternizo.

En cada esquina, susurros de libertad,
En el exilio, mi identidad a prueba está.
Perdido entre el crepúsculo y la luz solar,
Luchando por un mañana, sin cesar jamás.

Soy un transformista, en la lucha me hallo,
Escondiendo mis sueños, bajo el manto que callo.
Soy un transformista, ¿qué destino seguiré?
No quites mi máscara, es lo que soy, lo que seré.

Miradas que atraviesan, el velo de la sociedad,
En el reflejo, una verdad buscando claridad.
En el laberinto de la vida, mi lugar intento hallar,
Detrás de la máscara, mi esencia intento salvaguardar.

Mi voz busca ser escuchada, en este silencio profundo,
Una lucha contra el mundo, cada segundo.
¿Podré algún día liberarme, ser verdaderamente yo?
En este camino incierto, mi esperanza deposito yo.

Soy un transformista, en el desafío me encuentro,
Ocultando mi lucha, en este juego me centro.
Soy un transformista, a mi esencia me aferro,
No reveles mi rostro, en mi lucha me emperro.

Bajo el manto de estrellas, en Santiago me reencuentro,
La música es mi refugio, mi resistencia, mi centro.
Luchamos no solo por amor, sino por justicia y derecho,
En cada acorde y palabra, nuestro destino esbozo y techo.

Escondite (Feat  Nico Supremo)

Crazy wild story, Once a upon a time, a homeless bum, best damned stories of my life turned professional rapper, now a loner, Da Briceño and me, being the ant colony.

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