Namaig mart 
Namaig hay minii bodloos gar
Chamaig martj
Amidrliig ehlulhged
Amisgalj l baih shg bn

Chamgui amidrj bi chadahgue
Gej helsen ugs mn ungursund uldhed
Bayrtaid bayr baidgiig n bi dunguj oilgno

Bidnii ego hariltsaaga davj chadaagu 
Bolhor buhen buteegu gedgiig
say l dunguj neg bi anzaarav


Medeeguu
Haranhuid
Bodol mn
Daragdav

Hezee ch ugui
Gej bodson zuil
Biyllee
Olov

Namaig mart 
Namaig hay minii bodloos gar
Chamaig martj
Amidrliig ehlulhged
Amisgalj l baih shg bn

Chamd zoriulsan duunuda toolhod
30davaad l bolson
Arai baga sanagdaj
Dahin ehnees n toolson
Ajil hiisen bol
Etsest n am tosdono
Hairlaj uzsen bol etsest n 
Aldaj bas uzne

Bichigdeegu
Durem amidrlii mn az jargaliig horoov
Biy chichirhiiled
Hatsar dagan orson uyriin boroo
Mederch baisan buhen
 Dutuu ajillav ter doroo
Zuv songoltoo hiisen bolhor
jargaltai Ter odoo

Iim zuil bolhiin medegu
Ch gesen amidrl mn urgeljilseer
Alsiin haraand mn 
Amidrl mn ereechilsen
Tsaasan der zursan zurag
Boroond norood Hiisej bilee
Noiton bolj norson
Garaa gargaj ireed hed hed uleene

Minii talaar muugar yrih hamaagu
Gehdee chamaig nadad muulah um bol tevchihgu

Suulin udaa helj baigaad uuchlarai
Gehde hairtaishu
Bas bayrtai

namaig mart

Summer he

SupaSTA

SupaSTA (feat. Tengo)

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Хавтасгүй Ном

Хавтасгүй Ном (feat. KA & Yadam)

Vande - Busy Freestyle

Yo, mankind expands like the stars intend 
Millions of gametes, the climb won’t end 
It ain’t just numbers—it’s cosmic weight 
Consciousness rising through atomic state

From sea to land, from air to void 
The shape-shifter climbs, the cells deployed 
Each male packs seeds to flood the sky 
But mankind panics—asks “Who’ll supply?”


Yo, Malthus wrote with a noble aim 
But he framed the climb in a rigged game 
He saw expansion, he saw the poor 
But missed the system that locked the door

He couldn’t see that famine and pain 
Ain’t from numbers—they’re from the chain 
Of privilege, power, misdirected toil 
Labour bent to enrich, not uncoil


Yo, population ain’t the threat 
It’s the system that breaks the net 
Direct the climb, not hoard the gold 
And the species expands with truth untold


Mankind’s the barrier breaker, the cosmic key 
But trapped in doctrines that blind the spree 
He fears the poor, he fears the birth 
But not the system that scorched the Earth

He asks “Who’ll feed them?” “Who’ll pay the cost?” 
While trillions suffer and futures are lost 
But the truth is clear, the logic clean 
It’s misdirected labour that kills the dream


Yo, imagine if Malthus saw the climb 
Not as chaos, but as design 
If he’d seen the shape-shifter’s plan 
To seed the stars with conscious man

 
Yo, population ain’t the sin 
It’s the system that cages kin 
Free the climb, reframe the code 
And the species walks the cosmic road


Yo, mankind ain’t a hazard, he’s the climb 
Each male packs seeds to rewrite time 
Millions of gametes, fertility supreme 
The shape-shifter’s code in a cosmic dream

It ain’t just numbers—it’s mass deployed 
To lift consciousness from flesh to void 
From sea to land, from air to space 
DNA expanding through time and place


But mankind fears his own design 
Says “Who’ll feed them?” “Who’ll toe the line?” 
He sees mouths, not minds, not stars 
He sees cost, not climb, not avatars

He’s trapped in systems that cage the birth 
That hoard the wealth and scorch the Earth 
He blames the poor, blames the crowd 
While the privileged few scream loud and proud


Yo, expansion ain’t the sin 
It’s misdirection from within 
Labour bent to feed the throne 
While the species breaks the bone


Malthus saw the numbers rise 
But missed the system that told the lies 
He linked the poor to famine’s flame 
But never questioned the rigged game

He couldn’t see that poverty grows 
When power directs where labour flows 
Not to feed the climb, not to build the dome 
But to stack the gold in a private home


And Darwin read him, took the frame 
Built evolution on a skewed name 
Survival twisted by economic lens 
Where privilege decides who ascends

But the truth is deeper, the climb more wide 
It’s not the fittest—it’s the system’s tide 
And if the tide is rigged, the climb is stalled 
And the shape-shifter’s code is wrongly called


Yo, imagine if Malthus saw the plan 
Not as threat, but as cosmic man 
If he’d seen the climb, the spread, the code 
Not as chaos—but as the road


Yo, the cage traps the mind, blinds the soul 
For a money grind that swallows whole 
Geniuses bloom but get hemmed in tight 
Their vision twisted by cultural blight

They try to merge insight with might 
But the veil’s thick, and the world ain’t right 
To speak with fluidity, logic supreme 
Is dangerous now—it breaks the dream

 
But now the seers step out the gloom 
Not to stage or pulpit—but a digital loom 
We’re hitting the web with ideas profound 
Truth and logic to rework the sound

No gatekeepers, no scripted lie 
Just raw cognition to amplify 
So don’t turn away, indulge and find 
Reality’s as flexible as the mind

You think it’s locked—but that’s the cage 
Built by culture, built by age 
But we’re stepping forward, breaking the page 
This ain’t rebellion—it’s the evolution of the age

Rising Through Atomic State

ILYM4T-INTO YOU

Every time they hope I fall,
I pop out louder, I want it all.
They talk smoke, I’m breathing proof,
Built my palace from the booth.

No love in the climb, just static,
Cut ties, made peace with the manic.
Fake smiles in the clouds, I’m numb,
They pray I slip, I don’t play that dumb.
Yeah, I’m too slick for the breakdown,
Too loud for a letdown.
Every loss turned to game tape,
Now the hate my pregame faith.

Pressure make the crown fit tight,
I don’t rest, I rewrite.
They want cracks, they want collapse,
I want plaques, I want stats.

No sleep in the Cloud Palace,
Where I don’t fall, I balance.
Where the fake love feel lavish,
And the silence turn savage.
They want peace, I want power,
I don’t break, I devour.
Every spite, a new verse,
Every doubt, I reimburse.
——
They want me tired, I show up clean,
Every punchline cut, every bar mean.
I don’t need closure, I need checks,
No rest till the disrespect’s next.
You can’t shame what you can’t reach,
I turn pain into my speech.
Every shade they threw, I wore,
Built a roof they can’t ignore.

Pressure make the crown fit tight,
I don’t sleep, I rewrite.
They want peace, I want payback,

I see ‘em watch from below,
Same ones who said I’d fold.
They don’t get the satisfaction,
My revenge stay platinum.

No sleep in the Cloud Palace,
Where I don’t fall, I balance.
Where the fake love feel lavish,
And the silence turn savage.
They want peace, I want power,
I don’t break, I devour.
Every spite, a new verse,
Every doubt, I reimburse.

No crown, no chain, no fear,
Just a mic and a mirror near.
Hate loud, I tune it clear,
They don’t get to see me disappear.

Cloud Palace

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Хавтасгүй Ном (feat. KA & Yadam)

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