Wan Po - No future woman edition (by Lejko)

intro
it was about 10 years ago now
i was in college, i was alone,
some lady who calls herself a princess and a barbie
thought it would be funny to bully me and harass me with her friends
following me around and smirking
but little did they know i was going to write these raps that would haunt them a decade later
and haunt them for decades more

verse 1
college is a place for stuck up narcissists to collect ass kissers,
and to gain class credits on how to harass better,
smiling popular bullies promoting themselves on instagram,
and it's a scam where people learn to market themselves in picture brands,
some popular lady starts to bully me by using people,
she struts around in gucci speedo,
and starts harassing me on social sites,
she knows my life and love bombs me knowing im just a broken guy, 
i was alone and shy so nobody cared,
with no friends, people bully me knowing they can,
a bunch of preppy geeks prepping to be corporate men,
learning how to exploit and acting social to win,
cuz hurting others was just joking to them,
i was thrown in the den
the mental hospital to feel hopeless instead,
i know when i get out, i'll haunt them for eternity,
the words i speak'll make their blood gurgle and leak

hook
you can bully me and laugh with all your fake friends you have,
i'll haunt you forever
you can think cuz im alone you can do whatever you want,
i'll haunt you forever
you can think im not it cuz you feel so confident,
i'll haunt you forever
you can pretend to be the shit but i'll never forget,
i'll haunt you forever

verse 2
sick of their bullying i start haunting them,
evil spirits take over and torment them
the barbie and her friend's brains get foggier,
while their mind slowly degrades
they notice their grades start to suffer and get lower each day,
she talks to her boss that she's fucking
and says 'i think my mental health is struggling,
how else could i have trouble?',
little do they know, how im fucking with their mind
every second that goes by's another wrecked brain cell that i fried,
she sees her counsellor, who tells her that she's normal,
'everyone has bad days, including the popular,
'but i don't know what's happening, i cant think'
'dont put up such a stink, everyone loves you cuz you're unique,
it's part of being special,
my mental health guide even states the diagnosis is you're incredible',
she says, 'but but but..  i know i am,
i might need a mental health healing, at the spa again',

hook

verse 3
the barbie drives over to the spa but on her way her lexus breaks down,
she gets out, and a car races closer at fifty five miles an hour,
losing control it hits her,
splits her knee in pieces and leaves her brain injured,
paramedics arrive, and put her in the ambulance,
she gets a scan which shows her brain doesn't stand a chance,
it's full of fluid her colon's spewing
gasses out from a perforation and they operate to remove it,
the haunting rages on it's all mirrors of what actually happened to me,
before they started their harassment scheme,
mirrors in their mind that shows the fear that still resides,
then the surgical tools begin to fly,
flying off the surgeon table and stabs her in the eyes,
more surgeries they planning overnight,
the haunting rips out her gelatin fake tits, and slices thru her heart mid surgery,
a never ending curse that seeks to return the fear,

hook

outro
the body now as cold as she thought she was
colder than the business she sucked off thinking it would make her successful
colder than a sadistic sociopath who calls themselves a barbie
her heart, heavy with this facade, lies, and even shame,
gets weighed on the scale in the operating room,
crushing it with the gravity of a black hole
just because youre rich and popular doesnt mean u can do what u want to others
they will live with it forever


haunt you forever

I was seventeen when I first heard the disco music.
Not with my ears—with my ribs. It came through the floorboards of the abandoned pier, a heartbeat stolen from the sea, and it said, Hello, you.
I had come to forget.
My brother had died the week before—motorcycle, rain, a curve that didn’t forgive. I carried his last text like a shard under the skin: “Look up tonight; I’m borrowing the stars.” I couldn’t look up. The sky was a mirror, and I hated what I saw.
So I walked until the town ended and the pier began, where the boards were soft with rot and the air tasted of rusted love letters. That’s when the bass found me. Boom-boom-boom. Not loud—low, like the earth clearing its throat. A single bulb flickered in the rafters of the old dance hall, swinging in a wind no one else felt.
Inside, they were already dancing.
Shadows, maybe. Or memories of wearing other people’s faces. A girl in a silver jacket moved as if her spine had been replaced by light; every step rewrote gravity. She saw me, smiled without curiosity, and extended a hand that hummed like a live wire.
I took it.
Instantly the grief inside me was rearranged into 4/4 time. My feet learned a language older than sorrow. We didn’t speak—why ruin perfection with nouns?—but her eyes said, Even if life is hurting, things that happen don’t mean a thing. A thing? Nothing. And somehow that was comfort enough.
Hour after hour we chased the stars across the warped parquet. The bulb above us burned hotter, shortening its life so we could lengthen ours. Each time the DJ—faceless, ageless, probably dead—lifted the needle, the room inhaled. Each drop was a resurrection. Louder, louder, louder, get us higher and higher.
I remembered my brother teaching me to tie my shoes while he hummed a tune he’d stolen from somewhere neither of us had been. “When the music’s loud enough,” he’d said, “the dead can dance without feet.” I’d laughed. I wasn’t laughing now; I was sweating stardust.
At 4:47 a.m. the bulb popped. Darkness swallowed the hall in one gulp. The music didn’t stop—it simply moved inside us. I felt her heartbeat through our joined palms, a second tiny bass drum. She leaned close enough for her breath to become my bloodstream.
“Hello, you,” she whispered. “Time to go.”
I understood. Every waltz with the past has a last step. We walked to the edge of the pier where the water below was busy forgetting the shape of the moon. She kissed my forehead—electric, summer-breeze goodbye—and stepped backward into air. No splash. Just the echo of hello rippling outward forever.
I never found the dance hall again. By daylight the pier was a skeleton, condemned, humming only with gulls. But on certain nights when the hurt grows teeth, I return in the dark. I lay my hand on the splintered railing. The bass answers, faint but faithful.
And somewhere between the thumps I hear him—my brother—laughing in the language of vinyl and vinyl-spinning stars. “Look up,” he says. I do. The sky is no longer a mirror; it’s a dance floor.
And I move.
Not much—just a sway, enough to keep the chain of love from kinking. Chain. Chain. Chain. I whisper into the black, Hello, you, wherever you are.
The stars, bless them, blink back in perfect 4/4.


I’m watching the stars above me,
I am dancing now and at least,
Even if the life is hurting,
Things that happen don’t mean a thing.
A thing? Nothing.

Look at what we did with the wrong.
When we sing a song like that song,
That it gets us feeling better, better.
I can see the hope in your eyes.

In the hush of the summer skies,
Scenes of the past, friends of old times.
Hey! See your life flashing before the lights,
When they make the music louder.

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#brightbrassstabs #uplifting #euphoric #steady #4_4beat

Hello, You! (Feeling Good)

The Parakit - Save Me (Dj Privado)

Good to see you again (good to see you again)
So I can take you all to a place where we want you
And with a bit of luck
There's a lot of land and a lot of love
The simple things in life are the simple things we can
I hope it won't be so complex that they go wrong
But we can go back to all the good days

So let the sun shine in (so let the sun shine in)
Therefore let me hear you yell cheers for the minutes
Cheers for the years we've been at this
Doing everything we could to make today happen
For the dead and the living let us cherish each day
Under the blue mountains in the distance
No more cold nights to be waiting for peace

One day when I was young I wanted
To hear a song that I could sing
But there was only the silence of fear
And the noise of the enemy
Beyond the wall lambs barked and wolves lived in holes
The next weeks it was Mouse's turn to bark
Until the day comes when the wolf and the lamb are in harmony

Good to see you again (good to see you again)
So I can take you all to a place where we want you
And with a bit of luck
There's a lot of land and a lot of love
Good to see you feel like a flower on the hill.

Dance | Freaky | Jazzy | Pop | Rock | Soul
Bright side, dark side.
Still, you pick the side.

Hello, You! (Feeling Good)

Overdsergio

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