WHO IS SKITTLE THE FLUTIST?
The only rapper who solos on the flute between bars.
A Juilliard-trained flutist, profoundly educated at community college — the best of two worlds.
A lyricist who feels both prophetic and childlike, tapping into an innocence hip-hop has rarely explored.
A performance style that’s as entertainingly ironic as it is genuinely catchy.
Skittle the Flutist isn’t just making music — he’s giving us tomorrow, one verse and one flute riff at a time.
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LYRICS:
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Yo, yo
hey listen up, yo, yo!
Skittle the Flutist in the building
prognosis time

I got a thought
it’s hot
it just popped in my brain
Like a train on the track
with a funky refrain
Tomorrow gon’ shine
if today we relate
Don’t argue at the table
put some love on the plate

I’m not a doctor
but I diagnose this
Future so bright
man, you can’t oppose this
Call it a vision
or call it hypnosis
I’m writin’ predictions
I call it Prognosis

I got a prognosis for our state
And it’s not filled with hate
I know we can be great
So shut up
let’s not be late

For our… prognosis!
Yo, yo — prognosis!
Hey, that’s not bad…
Skittle the Flutist
yeah you know this

Hey, listen up, yo, yo!
I see peace in the street
with no need for patrol
Kids playin’ ball
no fight
no fuss

Everybody smilin’
they can ride with us
The river gon’ flow
The garden gon’ grow

Yabbidy yabbity 
Yabbidy yo

If the nation’s a car
I’ll drive it the furthest
Seatbelt of hope
yeah
safety first-est

I see a sky so blue
it sings to you
And when I play this flute
the future comes true

Not a prophet
nah
but I say what I see
Prognosis is free

I rhyme like a forecast
clouds in my lines
But the sun breaks through
if you just give it time

I ain’t Confucius
I’m not Ice
I’m not Moses
But I’m droppin’ predictions
like daily doses
Skittle-diddle
bop-bop
prognosis pop!
Tomorrow gon’ bop
when the hatred stop
Knock knock… who’s there?
Prognosis, man
and I came prepared

I got a prognosis for our state
And it’s not filled with hate
I know we can be great
So shut up
let’s not be late

Prognosis!
Yo, yo — prognosis!
Hey, that’s not bad…
Prognosis 

Prognosis complete.

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PROGNOSIS

Ever since 1992, KRIS KROSS (Mac Daddy & Daddy Mac) have been, and forever will be jumping amongst us fools
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LYRICS:
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You should know, you should know that, ah
Kris Kross is not having anything today-
As we stand there totally krossed out

We commence to make ya (jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Don't try to compare us (yeah) to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad, give you something that you never had
I'll make ya bump bump, wiggle and shake your rump
'Cause I be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna jump

How high? Real high, 'cause I'm just so fly
A young lovable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
'Cause inside out is wiggida, wiggida, wiggida wack

I come stompin' with somethin' pumpin' to keep you jumpin'
R&B, rappin' bull crap is what I'm dumpin'
Ain't nothin' sucker 'bout Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask, "Do they rock?" Say, "Believe that"

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

I like my stuff knockin' (knockin')
I love it when the girlies be like jockin' (jockin')
The D-A-double-D-Y-M-A-C
Yeah, you know me
I got you jumpin' and bumpin' and pumpin', movin' all around, G

In the mix, I might just take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear, is that coincidental?
Act like you know it, don't be claiming that it's mental

Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And nothin' fake, you can understand every word (word)
As you listen to my cool, smooth melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all y'all suckers that don't know...

Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (go go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't (bo, bo)

'Cause I'm the miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac (bo, bo)
'Cause I'm the miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac 
I make ya wanna

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

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KRIS KROSS JUMP FOREVER

LYRICS:
Yeah, Yeah
Kid Napoleon 
Name ring through the hall 
Like a podium  
Thought I’d rule the world 
By sophomore year 
Now the empire’s dust
Nobody here  

Cuz autocrat like that
Don’t give nothin’ back  
Take the crown
Break it down
Watch the empire crack  
Cuz autocrat like that
Don’t give nothin’ back  
Now I’m sittin’ in the silence 
Where my shadow raps  

Jason Nada, fifteen
Bored in class  
Found a tricorn hat
Started spittin’ fast  

Hand in my coat
Thought I looked like a king  
High school hallways bowed 
When I started to sing  
Got a clique in the lunchroom
Fans in the bleachers  
Bars sharper than the rulers 
Of my history teachers  

Yeah, I studied empire
I knew how they fell  
But I swore I’d be the genius 
Who rewrote the tale  

Cuz autocrat like that
Don’t give nothin’ back  
Take the crown
Break it down
Watch the empire crack  

Cuz autocrat like that
Don’t give nothin’ back  
Now I’m sittin’ in the silence 
Where my shadow rap

First, cut the teachers 
Who were hatin’ my grind  
Then the lunch staff starvin’ me
Wastin’ my time  
Counselors talkin’ like 
I’m just one more stat  
Nah, I’m Kid Napoleon
Remember that  

Took the wrestlers down in rhymes
Cheer squad too  
Every “enemy” I listed 
Got erased from my crew  
But paranoia’s a poison — 
My friends looked fake  
If trust is a test
Every student breaks  

Who can I trust? 
Not you, not me  
Every crown in the mirror 
Lookin’ treachery  
Every empire falls
I read that fact  
But I thought I was different… 
Til the ceiling cracked  

Who can I trust? 
Not you, not me  
Every crown in the mirror 
Lookin’ treachery  
Every empire falls
I read that fact  
But I thought I was different… 
Til the ceiling cracked  

Now the hallways echo 
With nobody’s feet  

Empty gym, empty class
Empty throne, empty seat  
No applause for my verses
No teacher to grade  
No rivals left standin’
No crowd to persuade  

I destroyed my own kingdom 
For a crown too tight  
And I’m alone with my rhymes 
In the flicker of the light  
Kid Napoleon
Age fifteen
That’s that  
Cuz autocrat like that… 
Autocrat like that!

That’s the tale of Nada
Yeah
Jason’s gone  
You destroy 
Until nothing’s left to lean upon  
Remember this empire
Built on pride and rap  
Cuz autocrat like that… 

You don’t get nothin’ back.

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Cuz Autocrat Like That

Maya Angelou's poem, "Still I Rise," is a powerful anthem of resilience, dignity, and self-respect. The poem addresses oppression and declares an unwavering spirit of hope and defiance. It is a message of survival and triumph over adversity. This interpretation tries to faithfully turn her poem to meaningful music.
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LYRICS:
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies

You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I will rise

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I got oil wells
Pumping in my living room

Just like moons and like suns
With the certainty of tides
Just like hopes springing high
Still I will rise

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Weakened by my soulful cries

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard

You may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
You may kill me with your hatefulness
But still, like air
I will rise

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs

Out of the huts of history’s shame-

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain-

I rise

I'm a black ocean
Leaping and wide
Welling and swelling 
I bear in the tide
Leaving behind 
Nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak 
That’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts 
That my ancestors gave
I am the dream 
And the hope of the slave

I rise

I rise

I rise

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STILL I RISE

"What if Jesus was allowed to play in the NFL? TOUCHDOWN JESUS is a modern, epic Broadway spectacle asking the question: how would miracles, swagger, and divine power change the game of football — and the world?"
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LYRICS:
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And lo, there came a man,  
Five foot two, of humble frame,  
A carpenter’s son from Galilee,  
But the football field 
Would never be the same.  

What if the Lamb of God  
Stepped onto the football field?  

Would miracles rewrite the rules
Would mortal power yield?  

Who shall bring him down?  
Who shall make him fall?  
The trumpet sounds, 
The whistle blows,  
And the Savior takes the ball.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Running like a miracle,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Unstoppable, untypical.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Thunder splits the skies,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Fire in his eyes.  

The blind see the scoreboard shining,  
The lame rise and join the cheer,  
If he turns water into Gatorade,  
The end zone’s drawing near.  

Would the league call sacrilege,  
Divine P-E-D design?  
Or bow before the holy play,  
Where mortal strength resigns?  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Running like a miracle,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Unstoppable, untypical.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Thunder splits the skies,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Fire in his eyes.  

See him run, see him rise,  
Angels block on every side.  

See the mighty powers fall,  
No one stops the Lord of all.  

Yo — first and ten, 
He descend, 
Resurrection in the end,  
Every yard a testament, 
Every cut a covenant.  
Spinnin’ like Ezekiel’s wheel, 
Breakin’ tackles, 
Breakin’ seals,  
Ref don’t need no chain to measure — Heaven knows the deal.  

Crowd part like the Red Sea, 
Watch defenders flee,  
He jukin’ like Jacob, 
Wrestlin’ destiny.  
Holy Ghost stiff-arm, 
Prophets in the huddle,  
Goliath on the D-line? 
Nah — he just a puddle.  

From Bethlehem streets 
To the NFL lights,  
He multiplies the loaves 
Into Super Bowl nights.  
No false idols, 
No flags on the play,  
When the Son runs the field, 
Every knee gotta pray.  

Je'
Touchdown! 
Touchdown!
Jesus! 
Jesus!
Running! 
Running!
Like a miracle!  

Touchdown! 
Touchdown!
Jesus! 
Jesus!
Holy! 
Holy!
Un-Stoppable!  

The crowd proclaims, 
The heavens roar,  
The Son of Man 
Has scored once more.

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TOUCHDOWN JESUS

Sabrina Carpenter's 'MANCHILD' - Ambient Trance - European Nightclub @ 3:00 a.m.
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LYRICS:
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Oh boy

You said your phone was broken
Just forgot to charge it
Whole outfit you're wearing
God, I hope it's ironic

Did you-
Just say you're finished? 
Didn't know we started
It's all just so familiar, baby
What do you call it?

Stupid
Or is it slow?

Maybe it's useless?
But there's a cuter word for it, I know

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me?
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be?
Never heard of self-care
Half your brain just ain't there

Man-child
Why you always come a-running
Taking all my loving from me?

Why so sexy if so dumb?
And how survive the Earth so long?
If I'm not there, it won't get done
I choose to blame your mom

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me?
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be?
Never heard of self-care
Half your brain just ain't there

Man-child
Why you always come a-running
Taking all my loving from me?

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get
And I like my men all incompetent
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them
Amen, hey, men
Amen, hey, men

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get 
And I like my men all incompetent 
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them 
(Not choosing them)
Amen (Amen), hey, men (Hey, men)

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me
(Always come a-running to me)
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be? (Amen)

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get 
(Play hard to get)
And I like my men all incompetent
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them 

Amen 
Amen
Hey, men 
Hey, men

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MANCHILD | Sabrina Carpenter | Ambient Trance Edition

Does anyone remember the late 90's regional commercial on the WB for Tia Rosa Crap Toast?
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LYRICS:
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Mr. T-O-A-S-T! 
Dale! 
Crap Toast, Baby!” 

When the morning feels too heavy
And the day won’t let you go
I got that flavor in your corner
Golden brown, it’s good to show

Spread the magic, taste the power
Every bite a brand-new start
Crap Toast got the nutrition 
That’ll fuel your mind and heart!  
 
It’s more than just a snack (yeah!)  
The fuel that you can trust (woo!)  
Crispy, crunchy, funky—  
It’s Crap Toast or bust!  

Big Toast won’t bite you
Crap Toast is nutrifyin’ you
Crap Toast is your snack-time answer
To keep you from feelin’ blue!  

🎶 Craaap Toooast! 
It’s the snack you love the most!
🎶 Craaap Toooast! 
Golden bite from coast to coast!

Packed with protein
Bugs and barley (uh!) 
Vitamins from A to Zinc (woo!)  
Fermented flavor, funky party
Fresher than you’d ever think (dale!)  

It’s the toast that keeps you movin’
Every kid across the land
From the lunchroom to the big game
Crap Toast got the upper hand!  

It’s not just what you eat (nah!)  
It’s the strength to take control (let’s go!)  
With every crispy slice—  
You’re gonna rock and roll!  

Crap Toast won't-
Won’t bite you  
Crap Toast is nutrifyin’ you 
Crap Toast is your snack-time answer
To keep you from feelin’ blue!  

🎶 Craaap Toooast! (Say TOAST!)  
🎶 Craaap Toooast! (Say TOAST!)  

When you’re climbing every mountain 
Dale!
Chasing every dream 
Woo!
There’s a fire in the flavor
And the crunch is what it means

From the locker to the playground
Standing tall and proud
With Crap Toast in your corner — Everybody sing it loud!  

Crap Toast won’t-
Won't bite you (nah!)
Crap Toast is nutrifyin’ you (woo!)
Crap Toast is your snack-time answer,  
To keep you from feelin’ blue!  

🎶 Craaap Toooast! 
It’s the snack you love the most!
🎶 Craaap Toooast! 
Golden bite from coast to coast!
To coast!
To toast!


From the east side
To the west side
Kids worldwide… 
CRAAAP TOAST
Dale!

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CRAP TOAST

World's collide in song... Arnie from Austria on the Yodel, Drago from Russia on the Trololo, while Nem from the Americas spits some bars
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LYRICS:
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{Drago & Arnie Improv}

In Soviet sky, we sing, not cry 
Only joy-
My bro!

Yo, I step through the snow 
With a boom and a rhyme
My sneakers crunch beats
My tongue keepin’ time

Drago on the left
Arnie on the right
We gonna’ lift this track 
Like a barbell fight

From Detroit to the Dolomites
I don’t freeze
Got more punchlines 
Than Russian teas
When I spit that flow
It’s glacier clean
No borders in rhythm — 
Just beats between

Yo-de-lay-ee-hoo! (ho!)
Yo-de-lay-ee-hey!
Muscles bounce mountains
Feel the beat sway

Yo-de-lay-ee-hoo! (ha!)
Yo-de-lay-ee-yo!
If you climb too slow
I’ll flex the snow

I yodel for pump
The hills-
They listen

Lo-lo-lo-lo
Yo-de-lay-ho, whoa!
Rap in the valley
And Trololo snow
East meets West
With the bounce below
Three worlds
One laugh — 
Now watch it glow!

Now Drago’s singin’ nonsense
But it’s makin’ me grin
It’s like therapy set to accordion spin
Arnold’s on a hilltop
Breakin’ the ice
While I rhyme about rhythm 
And global spice

No need for war 
When the bass drops twice
We just dance our flags 
Into something nice
You got vodka, schnitzel, burgers, fries —
All together in a beat that never dies

Tempo Increases!

From Moscow to Munich
Detroit to the peak
I connect every language 
When I speak this beat

Got a passport flow
No visa freeze
I’m a run-on rhyme 
With Olympic knees

When the Trololo rolls
And the Yodel blows back
I pivot these syllables
Flip every track

No conflict here
Just microphones truce —
Drop peace like weights 
Til the world breaks loose!

Lo-lo-lo!
Yo-de-lay-ho!
We all on the peak 
And the beat say go

Tro-lo-lo-lo-lo
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
If laughter is language
We all will know!

Comrade Arnold
You yodel good

Yo-de-lay-ee-hoo
I flex, I do
And I rhyme 
Til the peace comes through

Lo-lo-lo-lo
Lo-de-lay-ho, hey!
Rap from the city 
To the snow ballet

Tro-lo-lo-lo
Let the borders fray
One world beat
And we all okay

La-la-la, la-la-la, happiness parade
Yo-de-lay-ee-hoo, my echo made
Three accents, one mic, we ain’t afraid —
It’s a global groove 
Un-fade, un-fade

Tro-lo-lo-lo
Yo-de-lay-ho
Peace from the mountains
In stereo...

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
Mic drop, bro
Bro

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TROLOLO YODEL RAP (feat. Nem, Drago & Arnie)

LYRICS:
Party Rock
Yeah
Woo
Let's go

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time 

And we gon' make you lose your mind 
Everybody just have a good time 

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time 
I can feel it, babe

And we gon' make you lose your mind
We just wanna see you...
Shake that

So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs

We will never be 
Never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks

Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass
Just come on and come on and raise your glass
Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass
Just come on and come on and raise your glass

In the club, party rock
Looking for your girl? 
She on my jock, huh
Non-stop when we in the spot
Booty moving weight 
Like she on the block 

Where the drank?
I gots to know
Tight jeans, tattoo, 'cause I'm rock and roll
Half-black, half-white, domino
Gainin' money
Oprah dough

Yo, I'm running through these hoes like Drano
I got that devilish flow, Rock and Roll
No halo, we party rock

Yeah, that's the crew that I'm reppin'
On the rise to the top, no Led in our Zeppelin 

Hey!

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time 

And we gon' make you lose your mind
Everybody just have a good time 

Let's Go!

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time
And we gon' make you lose your mind
We just wanna see you...
Shake that

Every day I'm shufflin'

Shufflin', Shufflin'

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Shine a light through an open door
Love and life
I will divide

Turn away 'cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind

It's the way I'm feeling
I just can't deny-
But I've gotta let it go

Put your hands up to the sound
Get up, get down
Put your hands up to the sound
Put your hands up to the sound
Get up, get down
Put your hands up to the sound

Put your hands up to the sound
Let's go

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Get up, get up, get up, get up
Shake That
Get up, get up, get up, get up

Put your hands up, put your hands up
Put your hands up, put your hands up

Put your hands up, put your hands up
Put your hands up, put your hands up
Good Time

(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) I-I-I work out

(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) I-I-I work out

Shake That

Every day I'm shufflin'

Shake That

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run
Faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run
Faster than my bullet

Put your, put your hands up
Put your-
Put your, put your hands up

Put your, put your hands up 
Put your, put your hands up

Put your, put your hands up

Put your hands up

Your hands up

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2011

a reimagining of Taylor Swift's "Elizabeth Taylor" ...a song about feeling larger-than-life, living past heartbreak, and experiencing love in a very cinematic and electric way
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LYRICS:
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Elizabeth Taylor
Do you think it's forever?

That view of Portofino was on my mind 
When you called me at the Plaza Athénée

Ooh, oftentimes it doesn't feel 
So glamorous to be me

All the right guys
Promised they'd stay
Under bright lights
They withered away
But you bloom

Portofino was on my mind 
And I think you know why
And if your letters ever said "Goodbye"

I'd cry my eyes violet
Elizabeth Taylor
Tell me for real
Do you think it's forever?
Been number one 
But I never had two
And I can't have fun 
If I can't have...

Be my NY when Hollywood hates me
You're only as hot as your last hit, baby
I been number one but I never had two
And I can't have fun if I can't have... 

You

Hey, what could you possibly get 
For the girl who has everything 
And nothing all at once?

Babe, I would trade the Cartier 
For someone to trust... just kiddin'
We hit the best booth 
At Musso & Frank's
They say I'm bad news
I just say "Thanks"

And you look at me 
Like you're hypnotized
And I think you know why

And if you ever leave me high and dry

I'd cry my eyes violet
Elizabeth Taylor
Tell me for real
Do you think it's forever?
Been number one 
But I never had two
And I can't have fun 
If I can't have...

Be my NY when Hollywood hates me
You're only as hot as your last hit, baby
I been number one but I never had two
And I can't have fun if I can't have... You

Elizabeth Taylor
Do you think it's forever?
If I can't have you

All my white diamonds 
And lovers are forever
In the papers
On the screen 
And in their minds

All my white diamonds 
And lovers are forever
Don't you ever end up 
Anything but mine...

I'd cry my eyes violet
Elizabeth Taylor
Tell me for real
Do you think it's forever?
Been number one 
But I never had two
And I can't have fun 
If I can't have...

Be my NY when Hollywood hates me
You're only as hot as your last hit, baby
I been number one but I never had two
And I can't have fun if I can't have... You

All my white diamonds 
And lovers are forever
In the papers
On the screen 
And in their minds

All my white diamonds 
And lovers are forever

Don't you ever end up 
Anything but mine

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Elizabeth Taylor (White Diamonds & Lovers)

F L A V O R B O M B, a dynamic five-piece K-pop group known for their vibrant, mixed-gender lineup and a signature hyper-pop sound, the band quickly carved out a unique space in the industry. Their music is characterized by high-energy beats, glitchy synths, and rapid-fire vocals, all woven together to create a sensory overload of sound💥
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LYRICS:
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Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em  
렛미 톡투음, 렛미 톡투음  
Let me talk to 'em, let me talk to 'em  

Let it ring  
렛잇 링  
Let it s-t-r-i-n-g

Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm  
흠~ 음~ 음~ 음~ 음~ 음~  

Let me talk to 'em  
렛미 톡투음  
Let me talk to 'em

Come on  
Come on
컴온

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack 
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Hey, I ain't never seen nothin' that'll make me go
This crazy all night spendin' my dough

Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Them birthday cakes they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin' X and O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think I, whoa
Did I think I see shawty get low?
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin' it snow

Work the pole, I got the bank roll
I'ma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her mo'
Cash ain't no problem, I know where it goes
She had them...

She had them
Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur 
The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Hey, shawty, what I gotta do to get you home?
My jeans full of guap and they ready for shones

Cadillacs, Maybachs for the sexy groan
Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan
One stack c'mon, two stacks c'mon
Three stacks c'mon, now that's three grand

What, you think I'm playin', baby girl?
I'm the man, I invented rubber bands
That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was over, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a soldier, she ready for Rover
I couldn't control her
So lucky oh me, I was just like a clover
Shawty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her
Like a pornography poster
She showed her...

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur 
The whole club was lookin' at her

She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low

Whoa, shawty
Yeah she was worth the money
Lil' mama took my cash
And I ain't want it back
The way she bent that back
Got her them paper stacks
Tattoo above her crack
I had to handle that

I was on it, sexy woman
Let me showin' and made me want it
Two in the mornin', I'm zonin'
And them Rosay bottles foamin'
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shawty did that pop and lock
Had to break her off that guap
Gal was fly 
Just like my Glock

Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur
The whole club was lookin' at her
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low
Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack 
She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know
Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low 

Come on!

Come on!

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APPLE BOTTOM JEANS | feat. FLAVORBOMB

TRIPLE ICE is a fierce, all-female K-pop trio turning up the temperature on hyper-pop and EDM. Known for their electrifying dance performances and signature mashups of songs featuring the word “ice,” they mix playful coolness with blistering energy.
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LYRICS:
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Snow cone, chilly
Get it free like Willy
In the jeans like Billie
You be poppin' like a wheelie

Even in the sun
You know I keep it icy
You could take a lick
But it's too cold to bite me

​Yo VIP, let's kick it
Ice, ice baby

​Alright stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights
And I'll glow
​To the extreme
I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage 
And wax a chump like a candle

Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain 
Like a poisonous mushroom

​Deadly
When I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it, you better gangway
You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

​You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
​You never take advice
Someday you'll pay the price, I know

​I've seen it before
It happens all the time
You're closing the door
You leave the world behind
You're digging for gold
You're throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you'll pay

​You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
​You want paradise
But someday you'll pay the price, I know

Look so good, yeah, look so sweet
Looking good enough to eat
Coldest with the kiss
So he call me ice cream
Catch me in the fridge 
Right where the ice be

Look so good, yeah, look so sweet
Baby, you deserve a treat
Diamonds on my wrist 
So he call me ice cream
You could double dip 
Cuz I know you like me

Ice cream, chillin', chillin'
Ice cream, chillin'
Ice cream, chillin', chillin'
Ice cream, chillin'

Yo, now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in
And the Vegas are pumping

Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon

Burning them
If you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll
It's time to go solo

Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down 
So my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Wavin' just to say "Hi"
"Did you stop?" 
No, I just drove by

Kept on, pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left
And I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead, yo
So I continued to A1A 
Beachfront Avenue

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge
And Vanilla with a nine

Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill 
Because they're full of eight ball
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells

Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car
Slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper
The avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away 
Before the jackers jack

Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up
Confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

​You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
​You want paradise
But someday you'll pay the price, I know

​I've seen it before
It happens all the time
You're closing the door
You leave the world behind
You're digging for gold
You're throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you'll pay

As cold as ice
As cold as ice 
As cold as ice 
​Cold as ice to me

You're as cold as ice 
You're as cold as ice 
You're as cold as ice

Ice, Ice baby

Na, na-na, na-na
Na, na-na, na-na

Ice on my wrist
Yeah, I like it like this
And I'm nice with the cream
If you know what I mean

Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream

Ice! Cold!

Cold as ice...
ICY

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TRIPLE ICE | 'ICE COLD'

LYRICS:
yeah… uh... 
what about juice?
what about juice? 
you got juice? 
cuz I got juice
cuz when we juice
we get loose 

They said swagger… I said juice
They said muscles… I said juice

Heh — y’all don’t get it
Alright, let’s go!  
cuz y'all don't get it 
maybe I'll spark somethin' in ya
maybe y'all wake up

Walk in the room
Light flicker on me
Everybody start
Like they caught a disease 
Juice in my step
Got the world in a squeeze
Confidence drip 
Like it’s fresh off the leaves

Swagger on chill but the heart stay warm  
Smile so bright, it’ll bend the norm
Not talkin’ orange, not talkin’ grape
It’s the kinda juice that no one can fake

What about juice, what about riz?
What about style, what about flair?  
What about confidence?
What about smooth?
What about charm?
What about fun?  

That’s my juice
That’s my riz
That’s my style
That’s my charm
So hit me up
Don’t be shy
I’m right here —  

about juice, about juice
about juice, about juice
hey, ya feeling it?
make the juice yours 

y'all feel the juice?

what about juice? 
what about juice?

What about juice? What about juice?
Neo on the hook with the velvet tone
Em with the flow when I’m in the zone
Play both sides like I’m flipping a coin
Hard and soft, yeah, that’s how I’m coined 

juice ain’t clout, juice ain’t fake
juice is the glow when the real ones wake 
It’s the vibe, it’s the flair
It’s the spark in the room
It’s the bass in your step 
When you’re bringing that boom

What about juice, what about riz? 
What about style, what about flair?  
What about confidence?
What about smooth?  
What about charm?
What about fun?  

That’s my juice
That’s my riz
That’s my style
That’s my charm
So hit me up
Don’t be shy
I’m right here —  

About juice

feelin' the juice? 
I'm givin' ya the juice 

whatta ya going to do with it?

What about muscle? 
What about juice?  
What about soul?  
What about juice?  

What about money, the car, the suit
None of that hits like the vibe in the roots 

What about pretty?  
What about soul?  
What about winnin'?  
What about whole?  

You can keep chasin'
All that shine and ex'cuse
But I’mma keep shinin' 
I'm powered by juice

Who got the juice? (I got the juice!)  
Who got the juice? (We got the juice!)  
Sip it, flip it, vibe real loose
Life taste sweet when you pour that juice

Who got the juice? (I got the juice!)  
Who got the juice? (We got the juice!)  
Sip it, flip it, vibe real loose
Life taste sweet when you pour that juice

What about juice? (I got the juice!)  
About juice. About juice. About juice
I got the juice
About juice. About juice

Yeah… What about juice?
That’s the question
That’s the truth

so I'm askin' ya one more time...

you got the juice? 
you feel the juice? 
you groove to the juice? 
you vibe with that juice? 

you do? 
brother got the juice
you got the juice 
the juice 

the juice 

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JUICE (feat. T-CHAINZ)

Denn mein Herz ist aus Papier

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Rhea-Lux Radio ist dein Sender für moderne, KI-unterstützte Musik.   Hier laufen elektronische Beats, Pop-Dance-Tracks und kreative Instrumentals – direkt aus meiner eigenen Produktion.   Lehn dich zurück, hör rein und entdecke eine neue Art von Musik, die nicht nur im Kopf, sondern auch im Code entsteht.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


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