Can You Get Away (2Pac Cover By SinatraGang)

The Victory Lap (prod. mj nichols)

Catabatic

different time

Savage

new wave rap trending new style hip hop on the radar. 2025 new music. ComposersOfTheNewAge

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Yo, the world can change, it’s within our hands, A future shaped by thoughtful plans. But it starts with you, deep in your heart, Breaking the cycle, playing your part.
Yo, the system’s stuck, the gears don’t turn, The lessons ignored, the future we burn. Leaders follow paths of the ancient past, Stone-age thinking, it’ll never last.
But we walk along, eyes to the ground, Automatic pilot, hearts never found. Ask yourself: what’s wrong with this place? Why are we led at this reckless pace?
Yo, the abyss is near, it’s time to see, The cost of silence, the price of “let it be.” For our children’s lives, we must demand, A world that’s guided by an intelligent plan.

The Abyss Beckons

Now he fights back...

LYRICS:

[intro]
[instrumental]

[verse]
I'm too loving,
too forgiving,
2 times 2,
just 2 more bitches.
Rags to riches,
but moving inches,
try to bear fruit
so prolific,

[pre-chorus]
So sadistic,
hedonistic,
your tombstone,
will say,
Cold and cryptic.
fat ass,
I hope you get fit.
Hope your sad,
and I,
Hope your wrist slit.

[chorus]
green men, running it up,
what do they want?
ain't showing no love,
is this a front?
I spit, they lean,
its italics, I call that a font.
stuck in the Johnson,
dropping a rock.
what do you got?
yall should be hiding,
like ready or not.

[verse]
On top of my business
you standing on what?
integrity, nah,
that's not what you got.
not doing to much.
I get better brain, she bite down (damn)
while I'm watching yours rot.

[pre-chorus]
fuckers in the grass,
they keep calm, lie still, and wait.
calling'em serpents,
that's an insult to snakes.
venomous bite,
I'll give you the shakes.
wrapping my game,
in a figure of eight. 

[chorus]
green men, running it up,
what do they want?
ain't showing no love,
is this a front?
I spit, they lean,
its italics, I call that a font.
stuck in the Johnson,
dropping a rock.
what do you got?
yall should be hiding,
like ready or not.

[verse]
Im'a take out your lights,
that promise is immanent.
braking your bulbs,
and splitting the filament.
spitting so sane,
I'm saying, I still,
have sentiment. 
reaping with rage
at a righteous age,
I still make it relevant.

[pre-chorus]
you know I'm fishing,
let me see what I'm reeling in...

fishing for peace, I'm calling it zen,
you liars will never win...

(yeah, yeah...)

[chorus]
green men, running it up,
what do they want?
ain't showing no love,
is this a front?
I spit, they lean,
its italics, I call that a font.
stuck in the Johnson,
dropping a rock.
what do you got?
yall should be hiding,
like ready or not.

[outro]
[instrumental]

[outro]

The Abyss Beckons

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