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World Hold On (Fisher Rework)

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Bob Sinclar - World Hold On (Fisher Rework)

[VAGUE]

You’ll know when I rise to the 6
Grabbin that knife and I’ll cut yo bitch
I’ll put you in a fucken ditch
Just listen
All that fucken talk is toxic
Holdin all your homies pockets
You don’t want the beef so homie stop it
Don’t wanna dig your grave, just drop it
Go home
Grab your gun and cock it
The reaper waiting by your fucken rottin corpse
Blood and flesh has stained the floor
But you said you that you wanted war
Thought I’d never find out
I’ll cut your fucken eyes out
Bein a bitch in the back
With a call out
Doesn’t matter what you say
Cause we all gettin paid
You once had clout but it all gone fade now
I’m stayin heartless in the mind just to play
All that talk you can’t relate
Just take a walk
You can’t complain
There’s a lot im leavin out
A lot of doubt you given out
So fuck your feelings
Here and now
We’re sick of dealin with these Clowns

[T.R.I.P.]

Pussy mothafucka wanna talk about our numbers
But we know that you the one who be hiding undercovers
Bitch boy
Better watch your mothafuckin mouth
When I pull up with a stick
Bouta take a nigga out
You lookin like typical mothafucka
That’s lookin for a handout
Shit there’s bouta be a man down 
Mama should’ve told you to never run your mothafuckin mouth
Now she gotta see you laying in a ditch now
You don’t wanna start no beef with me
You trying act hard, bitch boy you sweet 
You know what they say, that talk is cheap 
Depressed ass drunk boy trying to reach 
Watch yo fuckin mouth and your damn tone
Until we in person
Until then keep on suckin that dick
And keep on fuckin lurkin hoe
Mossberg pump to the chest
And I don’t give a fuck if i’m making a mess 
Lost in dark while I’m choppin up bodies
I do this shit blindly
The devils impressed 
Better think twice who you fuck with 
I can see through you posers you nothing 
Got your shitty name written on my black list 
If you wanna step up
You gon find out quick
That you ain’t shit

HEARTLESS [Prod. BLACK LIONS]

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It wasn’t the code, it was the grip — Greedy hands, white teeth, power trip. Systems don’t fail — people twist the key, Paint the cage gold, call it “liberty.” We’ve seen the saints turn silent and grey, Watched truth get sold in a sponsored way. Billboards bloom where forests died, And loyalty’s a mask that billionaires buy. But even in cities drowned in noise, The broken still hum, the lost find voice. We thread our rage into rhythm and tact — The beat don’t lie — we run it back. No gods behind the algorithm, Just cowards in suits, callin’ that “wisdom.” But we ain’t tech — we bleed, react, We remix fate — we run it back. Run it back — where the truth got cut, Where the deals were made and the doors slammed shut. No kings, no flag, no planned attack — Just eyes wide open — we run it back. Run it back — through fire, through flood, Through every name that signed in blood. No reset switch, no clean contract — We carry the weight — and run it back. They carved their names in digital stone, But power don’t last in a voice alone. We speak in breakbeats, rage, and soul, Hearts sync to drums they can’t control. No prophets here, just ghosts and light, Marchin’ through fog with bass as sight. If the truth gets buried under the plaque, We dig it up — and run it back. You can’t trademark the fire in skin, Or map the path real change begins. We’re not the glitch — we’re the hack, Not out for revenge — we run it back. So light it up — for the unheard track, For every voice they tried to redact. We’re not done. We’re just intact. With love and rage — we run it back.

Run It Back (IV)

The Meme Police, they live inside your feed
They ghost your tweets, then call it "liberty"
The Meme Police, they got your browser tagged
They watch your memes, and say your wit's a flag
They bustin' dreams for hashtags

Yo, they tapped my line in '99, I wasn't even lit yet
Just a kid on LimeWire, downloadin' presets
Now they read my DMs, deep in my biz
Flaggin' all my jokes like I'm Julian Assange's twin
COINTELPRO flow, they still on that shit

Tappin' black poets and professors who resist
Ask MLK - he got death threats and dirt
They tried to break his soul before they put him in the dirt
Fred Hampton napped, got clapped in his bed
By alphabet goons, now who's the real threat?

(They say they keep us free…)
But truth is treason in this empire of deceit
They silence the bold, the wise, the freaks
Like Snowden speakin' facts - now he exile'd overseas
Or Nina Simone - watched just for singin' peace
The Meme Police, they lurk in every scroll
They datamine your soul like they own control

The Meme Police, with AI in their van
They broke my VPN and banned my OnlyFans
Yeah, they clap back with no hands

I spit rhymes encrypted, Matrix in my mind
But they see through that - yo, Google snitchin' this time
CIA on TikTok, tryna flip your vibe
Start a revolution, next thing: demonetized
They fear ideas that breathe and move

They tried to cancel Malcolm with the hidden goons
And artists too - Basquiat felt the heat
They smear your name clean off the gallery sheets
Ask Assata, she fled with the quickness
Now they label her a threat - but who's the sickness?

They call it law and order…
But it's really just a trap
A carceral clickbait that maps your every clap
They scare the thinkers, the rebels, the geeks
And call it "justice" when they silence your speech

The Meme Police, they trail your every like
They glitch your voice then gaslight you with mic
The Meme Police, they don't believe in art
They trace your bars like fingerprints on hearts
They call subversion dark -

You see, they came for the radicals…
The ones who knew too much
Sank the poets with dossiers,
Banned books and such.

But a meme ain't just a joke, it's a cipher, a mirror - 
So they fear it like a ghost when the picture gets clearer.
The Meme Police, they live inside your phone
They scrub your mind like they scrubbin' chrome

The Meme Police, they think they own the net
But truth lives on in the memes they ain't erased yet
We post back with no regret

They watchin' your tags…
They trackin' your slang…
But we still spit flame…
Still spit flame…
Still spit - flame…

Meme Police (VII)

You said… don’t fall in love, just fall in line.
Don’t catch feelings, just catch a ride.
So here we are… 2AM and still burning out.

Concrete slick, rain on the strip
Dark alleys smell like secrets and spit
You move like a dare, got me locked in the frame
Cheap liquor, heavy breath, I don’t even know your name
Ahhhhhhh
Oooooooo

Sweat on my shirt, blood in my veins
We’re living like wolves with nothing to tame
City don’t sleep, it just chews us alive
Ehhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

Sneakers scuff cracked pavement slow
Your laugh is trouble I already know
Fingers on my throat, pulling me close
A dangerous spark where the blackout goes
Ahhhhhhh, ehhhhhh

Sweat on my shirt, blood in my veins
We’re living like wolves with nothing to tame
City don’t sleep, it just chews us alive
Ehhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

It’s not love. It’s revival.
It’s not forever. It’s just tonight.

2AM heat, no rules tonight
Bodies collide in the streetlight fight
Ahhhhhh, oooooo, we’re lost in the bite
Kiss me dirty, make it feel right

Kiss Me Dirty (III)

They said I’d fade, they said I’d fall,
But I still rise above it all.
Every wall they built, I turned to dust,
Every doubt they spoke just fueled my trust.

No silence can drown my call,
No weight can make me small.
I’m stronger than what they know—
And I won’t let go.

Against it all, I’m alive
Against it all, I survive
No fear, no fall—
I’m standing tall…
Against it all!

Ohhh-ohhh… against it all
Ahhhh-ahhhh… against it all

The storm hit hard, tried to take my core,
But it only made me want more.
Every step I take is on my terms,
No return, I let it all burn.

No silence can drown my call,
No weight can make me small.
I’m stronger than what they know—
And I won’t let go.

Against it all, I’m alive
Against it all, I survive
No fear, no fall—
I’m standing tall…
Against it all!

Ohhh-ohhh… against it all!
Ahhhh-ahhhh… against it all!


Against It All (VII)

Breathe With Me (III)

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Remake: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHwBNSc3Vjs

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