Cosmo

Brabus

[Verse]
(oi oi)
No rules, no order, just chaos we find
There's a fire inside, burnin' bright and wild
We're gonna tear it all down, leave no stone unturned (unturned)
We're here for the dada
we're gonna make the world burn
(oi oi oi)
[solo]

[Chorus]
Chaos, chaos, tear it all apart (all apart)
Destruction, rebellion, embrace the dark (embrace the dark)
No structure, no ethics, just absurdity
We're gonna make our statement, set the world free (set it free)

Quack quack!

Here For The Dada

[Verse 1]
Now here I stand, under the disco lights, shining so bright
With the beats so loud, they echo through the night
Each step I take on this dance floor tells my story
Of how I fought through the shadows to find my glory

[Pre-Chorus]
Yes, I stumbled, and I fell, but I rose with each fall
With every challenge, I grew tall
I danced through the doubts and the fears
Turned my struggles into cheers

[Chorus]
Oh yes, I thrived, in this disco life
With every beat, I found my stride
I've got my dreams to live, my songs to give
And I'll thrive, oh I will thrive, yes, yes

[Verse 2]
Through the darkest nights, my spirit never died
In the rhythm of life, my heart found its guide
I learned to dance in the rain, embraced every pain
In the mirror ball's reflection, I found my direction

[Pre-Chorus]
So let the music play, let it lift you up
In this dance of life, never give up
Feel the power within, let your journey begin
Show the world your fire, let your soul inspire

[Chorus]
We will survive, in this disco vibe
With every move, we feel alive
We've got our lives to live, so much love to give
And we'll thrive, we will survive, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Dance away the fears, wipe away the tears
In the disco light, everything's all right
We're survivors, yes, we're dreamers
On this dance floor, we're all believers

[Chorus]
Oh, we'll survive, under the disco sky
With every twirl, we're flying high
We've got our dreams to chase, in this neon space
We'll survive, we will thrive, in this disco life

[Outro]
So let's dance, let's sing, let our spirits ring
In this disco haven, our souls are driven
We'll survive, oh, we'll thrive, in this dance of life
Under the disco lights, our spirits take flight.

We Will Survive

[Intro]
Yeah Niggas, live from the heart of where it all started
Back in the day, when dreams were merely charted

ohfug ohfug ohfug ohfug ohmy oh my god offugfuck fuck fuck fuck fuck oh no 

Echoes of the ghetto, whispering past tales

Where dreams were shot down, and survival prevails 

"Thought I heard them say something, but silence speaks volumes
In this game of life, resilience consumes."

Echoes, echoes, bouncing off the concrete

[Chorus]
Echoes of the ghetto, whispering past tales
Where dreams were shot down, and survival prevails
"Thought I heard them say something, but silence speaks volumes
In this game of life, resilience consumes."
Echoes, echoes, bouncing off the concrete
Grew up from the street, now we standing on our feet
Echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes
From the block to the beats, watch how my story unfolds

[Verse 1]
Grew up in the shadows of giants, where the cold streets whisper
Lessons in every corner, life couldn't be crisper
From playing tag with fate, to dodging the hate
Learning the value of a plate, in a world that can't wait
Had dreams bigger than the city, eyes wide with pity
From the depths of the gritty, to spitting this ditty
"We ran the streets with ambition, our only mission
To break free from tradition, a scholar's transition."

[Verse 2]
Remember the nights, the fights, the siren lights
The wrongs and the rights, climbing to new heights
It was all about survival, reading the Bible
Verses for revival, against all rivals
"Caught a vibe, made it a tribe, we don't subscribe
To the lies, wearing a disguise, truth in our eyes."
From scraps to raps, from laps to perhaps
Turning maps into caps, now watch how it unwraps

[Chorus]
Echoes of the block, whispering past tales
Where dreams were shot down, and survival prevails
"Thought I heard them say something, but silence speaks volumes
In this game of life, resilience consumes."
Echoes, echoes, bouncing off the concrete
Grew up from the street, now we standing on our feet
Echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes
From the block to the beats, watch how my story unfolds

[Verse 3]
Now I'm here, shedding a tear for years that sear
The pain and the fear, making it all clear
"Niggas in my heart, but wisdom in my art
From the start, played my part, tearing charts apart."
It's more than just the bling, it's about the sting
Of rising and fall, and the lessons it'll bring
"From nothing to something, always puffing, never bluffing
In this life of cuffing, constantly adjusting."

[Chorus]
So here's to the streets that raised us
To the nights that amazed us
To the future that awaits, no fuss, no muss
Just us, riding the bus to success, plus
Here's to the echoes, the stories we tell
From the street to the world, we're breaking the spell
"Here's Johnny," but this ain't no horror show
It's the story of a glow, from the get-go, now you know

Echoes

Lyrics:

You know I'm about to make a m**********n checklist

We the best rappers that ever made it to the joint

We got a lot to do plus we got a lot to lose dedicated to gettin' the paper and the coins

And if you haters out there saying some kind of bull,

I guess I'll still let you to make a little noise,

but you ain't gettin in the way or I'm spitttin wit the kay hit with no delay ain't playin wit them boys

I was just to put the eight's down and put the semi to your baby daddy

That's why the game is a void

I'm down to catch dis k

We was goin down for the pay

I'm in the club gettin paranoid

I'm stayin in the field to be in detroit

I was raised by the devil

S**t is easy for me to be unemployed

We was goin down and takin access like a vacation and basically i'm so annoyed

cause I work so hard at this shit every fuckin day I should be getting bigger in the game than with steroids

But when I'm on tour i'm making  all the noise

your girl pick me up and I'm making her get moist

and then wet you can bet it's ploy it's a plot it's a plan I'mma take her from the boy

the real mccoy need some acres and employ motherfuckers on my team I get paper and I'm coy

Rappers in the game mad loud and I ain't finished yet,

fuck with me then you a man down where's my cigarette

I already came up in the game you ain't did it yet

did my best and they ain't even recognized ya image yet

But its bout time I reacted

But its bout time I reacted

We were in a rush to get

I'm tryna make it to the top of the pyramid

But ya makin it funny like money or money check

I'm living in a house with a pad and a plaque

So why don't you just jet

I got a crib in my closet

Now it's a miracle we ain't even been through that

We were in a rush to get

I'm tryna make it to the top of the pyramid

But its bout time I reacted

I done died and finally I'm finna set it off

This is the s**t  they get to playin on the t dot com

It was a blessing when I gave it to you

I've been around the world and back again but was not gone

Haters hate 'cause the bass got the whole block on

came from a ski town fucked her with  no condom

trapped around the country in the hardest cities got strong

Gangsta revolution had never been a problem

But the streets is ghetto so your cd's are so soft

And your album never stop

you don't know what my watch cost

About material poseessions I don't ever flaunt cause it's my essence with or without them I'm spittin like a god

spittin twice as hard as your favorite rapper can, blacker cracker man, 

and I got more style than dapper dan

this the french man mixed with the african, pick me up baby you will never be sad again!

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This is an album of emotional misinformation. A lo-fi grunge ballad and a Bulgarian seduction anthem walk into a furniture store after the apocalypse—and nobody stops them. Low Effort Music is a genre-jumping fever dream held together by static electricity, dubious math, and one very judgmental poodle.

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