Ce que j'en pense? C'est une grosse tuerie! Genre: mode tueur en série enclenché!

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C'EST UN REMIX, J'AI SEULEMENT FAIT UNE PROD ET J'AI MIS LA VOIX DE FREEZE CORLEONE, LE SON : TARKOV .

Freeze Corleone - Vautour [Prod. J0R0]

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Mazoo - Jon Smoke Freestyle

megamix réalisé par @nathaaannn

TRACKLIST : 

Nans - 5 étoiles 
Krusty34 - 974
Mussy - V.V.S
Don franco - toncar
Nairod - colors
Bushi - Blue sky
Miln x Knh - fédération
100s.jayy - spectre 
Azur - ghostrider
YPM - la vie en mauve ft Bushi
#underground #974

TOUR DE L' ÎLE - Soundcloud Vol.1

pour avancer il faut dl'essence l'argent c'est l'essence alors fais notre plein 

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Alpha Wann freestyle Grünt #15

SIRAP

RIEN NE VA ME SUFFIRE

Sincèrement

Verse 1 – The Descent
Humans descend, not from lack of will, 
But from leaders who mislead and kill. 
They wield their power for selfish gain, 
Then blame the poor for their own pain.

The workers trusted, played by the rules, 
Built the hive, obeyed the schools. 
They filled their niche, they didn’t steal, 
But still got crushed beneath the wheel.

Verse 2 – The Greed Lens
The powerful see through steely eyes, 
Cold as steel, blind to cries. 
They hire strategists, sharpen the blade, 
Turn investments into war-grade trade.

It’s corporate banditry, dressed in suits, 
Profiting from uprooted roots. 
They never ask what makes us strong, 
Just how to stretch the profit long.

Verse 3 – The Boom-Bust Machine
Western doctrine grants the right, 
To chase enrichment day and night. 
No coercion, no moral frame, 
Just freedom to play the selfish game.

But this machine — it breaks and booms, 
It builds empires, then digs tombs. 
Until elites accept their role, 
To serve the species as a whole.

Verse 4 – The Super-Capitalist Pivot
Here’s why the revolution wins, 
It shows the rich where power begins. 
Not in hoarding, not in fear, 
But in building futures year by year.

A new economy, vast and wide, 
Where species needs and wealth collide. 
Where markets serve the cosmic plan, 
And power guides the hive of man.

Verse 5 – The Directors of Destiny
The wealthy rise, not just to reign, 
But to direct the species brain. 
To build economies that heal and grow, 
To let the buzz of life reflow.

They’ll find their purpose, find their name, 
Not in profit — but in flame. 
The fire that lights the stars above, 
And turns the grind into a love.

Verse 6 – The Buzz Returns
And Earth will buzz again with joy, 
No longer just a broken toy. 
We’ll tell our children, “It’s begun,” 
The healing of the species sun.

The future’s bright, the path is clear, 
No more boom, no more fear. 
Just evolution, bold and true, 
Where power serves the many — not just the few.

Verse 7 – The Redemption of Power
And the directors of economic might 
Will rise like stars in the public sight. 
Famous overnight, not for greed, 
But for planting the species seed.

They’ll rewrite the books, redraw the maps, 
Turn corporate war rooms into peaceful apps. 
Pre-planning, cooperation, design — 
Reviving Earth while building the divine.

The giants will leap, orbital-bound, 
While Earth regains its sacred ground. 
And power, once feared, now revered, 
Will echo like gods — but never be feared.

Because it’s wielded not to crush, but lift, 
Not to hoard, but to gift. 
And the people will feel the buzz return, 
As the species learns, and the engines burn.

We’ll tell our children, “It’s begun,” 
The healing of the species sun. 
The future’s bright, the path is clear, 
No more boom, no more fear.



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