Spanian - HOOD OOS (Official Music Video).m4a

I don’t own the rights to the song .
 stop playing with my emotions and taking it down .


G unit performing Eye for Eye
2024

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G-Unit - __-Eye for eye 2024

Dont proceed to some action that will back fire “what comes around goes around“

DONT ****  AROUND

BAD ENGERY

An original track "LOOK AT ME" by BalaReez. 
Written & Recorded at Townsville Street University.
Mix & Mastered by BAGGZY.

LOOK AT ME

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Lyrics
“Whispers On Ennis Ave,” Written by Daryl Splitt
Performed by The Gring, Produced by Daryl Splitt

Cruisin’ down Ennis with the tunes down low,
Mask on, heart cold, movin’ like a shadow.
Heard they stackin’ bricks at the end of the road,
So I kick in the door, let the bankroll grow.

No love in the game, just snakes in the grass,
They poison the streets, now I’m comin’ for the stash.
Duffle in the boot, silence in the dash,
Every stop another lick, movin’ quick with the cash.

Ridin’ down Ennis, huntin’ for the fiends,
This is the Jackboys anthem, livin’ out the dreams.
Flip it all clean, stack it for the team,
Turn the dirt to gold, I’m the money machine.

Slide past council ave, windows tinted dark,
Scope another runner posted up in the park.
He flashin’ too much, gold teeth, loud talk 
I pull up in silent, leave him sleeping on the walk.

Ain’t no mercy when you poisonin’ the block,
You floodin’ rocko n kwinny with the devil in a rock.
I ain’t no savior, but I’m clearin’ the rot,
Turnin’ shit cunts’ riches into land and stock.

Ridin’ down Ennis, huntin’ for the fiends,
It’s the Jackboys anthem, livin’ out the dream.
Flip it all clean, stack it for the team,
Turn the dirt to gold, I’m the money machine.

Now I’m rollin’ through rocko, our boots feelin’ blessed,
Chicks peppering our phones’, but there’s no time to rest.
Word is, the kingpin sittin’ with the best 
Ten chains on, but I aim for the chest.

Kick the gate down, like it’s part of the plan,
Told his boys freeze now I’m countin’ rubber bands.
Ain’t no heroes here, just a hustler with hands,
Flippin’ poison profits into a clean demand.

Last stop, Waikiki, moon sittin’ still,
Money stackin’ tall, but I’m done with the thrill.
Buried the mask near the edge of settlers hill,
Tossed the Glock in walley creek, let it drown in the chill.

Chuck the book I wrote the code in blood,
Street laws broken, now I’m risin’ above.
Took the pain, the game, flipped it into some love,
Now it’s contracts and stocks, not the hands in the glove.

A ghost in the rearview, name in the wind,
Never caught, never caged, never payin’ for sins.
Just a myth on Ennis, where the wild begins 
The one who robbed the robbers, now the real life wins.

You ain’t gotta run forever
But when you do it right they remember your footsteps long after the wheels stop.
I ain’t just stacked paper
I rewrote the story.
Flipped the streets into silence,
and walked off clean.
Name’s off the grid now
But Ennis ave still whispers.

Whispers On Ennis The Gring Official

the-krays

[Intro – Spoken Word Over Low Strings & Clock Ticks] Yo… They call it democracy, But it’s just a beauty pageant for power. A popularity contest dressed as leadership, Where charisma beats competence, And the future gets mortgaged to the next election cycle.

[Verse 1 – The Popularity Trap] Every few years, they roll the dice, Spin the slogans, sell the lies. Film stars, TV clowns in suits, Campaign smiles in polished boots.

Votes over vision, spin over skill, Policy flips with the latest thrill. Blame the last guy, dodge the heat, While the same elite still eat.

[Verse 2 – The Economic Shell Game] The system’s cracked — fragmented core, Self-antagonistic, built for war. No long-term plan, no cultured growth, Just imperial plunder to feed them both.

Common folk starve or join the fight, No jobs, no hope, just war at night. The elite get rich, the poor get culled, And call it “policy” — power lulled.

[Verse 3 – Space Age Reckoning] But yo, this madhouse can’t make the leap, To the space age where stakes run deep. In orbit, you can’t play the same old game, 'Cause every life’s tied to the station’s name.

If you treat workers like ground-based trash, Expect sabotage, expect the crash. Space demands a moral spine, Not quarterly profit as the bottom line.

[Verse 4 – The Meritocratic Contrast] Now look East — the Dragon’s rise, No campaign circus, no tabloid lies. Confucian merit, decades served, Leaders earned, not just observed.

From local posts to provincial reign, Years of grind before the gain. Competence first, rhetoric last, Planning for futures, not just the past.

[Verse 5 – Results Over Rhetoric] No smear campaigns, no bought applause, Just service bound by civic laws. Long-term vision, steady hand, Building the base before the brand.

Results matter, not the show, Leaders who’ve learned how systems grow. A structure built to last the storm, Not bend to polls or voter swarm.

[Verse 6 – The Space Age Test] So when we talk about space-bound trade, Only one model makes the grade. A moral helm, a steady crew, Leaders who know what they’re here to do.

The West still wrestles over dirt, Cowboy politics, short-term hurt. While the Dragon climbs beyond the sky, Old round eyes still asking why.

[Outro – Spoken Word Over Rising Synths] Yo… Charisma won’t keep the air clean in orbit. Spin won’t grow food on Mars. And cowboy politics won’t hold a station together When the void is one crack away.

Only competence survives the vacuum. Only vision builds the future. And only those who plan for centuries Will live to see the stars.

Charismatic Conundrum

Official Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DFBcS3bQQ0

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