Ain't Mobbin

Ain't Mobbin (feat. The Mekanix)

No Love Lost, No Trust Given 2

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Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 1

Bullets Ain't Got No Name

Locked Up Little Boys (Feat. L Terra Ray)

#westcoast #hiphop #g-funk #darkcountry 

Hell yeah, lets crank this one up. Unsung Madness (deep 808 bass, wavy high synth leads -Funkadelic echo, mid-tempo bounce with that laid-back West Coast sway) mixed with gritty dark country/Americana elements—twangy acoustic slide guitar underneath, banjo rattles like distant thunder, haunting pedal steel cries, sparse gospel-tinged backing vocals that feel like a funeral hymn in a lowrider. The vibes desolate: cruising empty highways at dusk, wealth gaps ripping society apart, the elites luxury vs. the rest scraping by in the shadows. Nobody sings this anthem because its too real, too raw—no glory, just the quiet rage of two colliding worlds.Unsung Madness[Intro – low, echoing synth whine over slow bass thump, faint banjo pluck like wind through barbed wire]
Luxury lights flashin on the hill...
Down here, the engine coughs, lights flicker...
Two roads, one highway... we dont relate, cuh.[Chorus – G-funk hook with dark country twang, female/male layered vocals, slow groove]
Unsung madness, words nobody wants to sing
Luxury, glory, a new story they cling
Two different civilizations, the rich and everybody ends
They sing like they relate, but we dont relate
No debate... its their way or the highway
Okay, well see... when we drive that way, sucka
We dont relate, cuh... we dont relate[Verse 1 – mid-tempo rap flow over deep bass + slide guitar moans]
They got marble floors, private jets in the sky
AI billions pilin, while the rest just die slow
Have-Lots rocket up, Have-Nots stall in the dirt
Middle class ghost town, dreams already hurt
They post paradise from glass towers so high
We scroll through the feed, see the gap multiply
Champagne fountains, tax cuts for the crown
We fight over scraps while the oligarchs clown
They sing their anthems of hard work and rise
But the games rigged tight, no room for surprise
Two worlds collidin, one feasts, one bleeds
Unsung madness in the air we breathe[Chorus]
Unsung madness, words nobody wants to sing...
We dont relate, cuh... we dont relate[Verse 2 – build with heavier bass slap, pedal steel wailing like a lost soul]
They preach unity from their gated estates
While the rent chokes families, seals our fates
Wealth inequality explodin, charts dont lie
Top 0.1% hoardin, watch the middle class die
They drive Lambos past the tent cities glow
We hustle three jobs, still cant make it go
Their new storys scripted, luxury on repeat
Our storys silence, buried under their feet
No glory in grindin, no spotlight for pain
Just the highway dividin, callin our name
They wave from the summit, say pull yourself up
But the ladder got pulled when we hit the rough[Bridge – slow it down, almost spoken over sparse synth and acoustic strum, tension building]
Its their way... or the highway
But we see the signs, the cracks in the lie
When the engine revs, and the night turns black
Well see when we drive that way sucka (drive!) We dont relate cuh... we dont relate (Never!) Unsung madness.. we dont r

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