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I'm tryna do all that shit

Listen, tiger, my shit fire (true), hard to forget like a thick Maya (damn)
I like my mind a little bit higher (higher)
I need the violin section tighter (make it tight)
And if you need to drive the 'Vette (what)
I left the keys by the tire, tiger (thank you) 
Just be humble, 'cause if I punch you in the chest, you'll do a hundred yard tumble (uh)
Standing over victims like Mutumbo with the finger waving (no, no, no, no, no)
I'm such a motherfucking player
My hair should be in finger waves, uh (God damn)

Don't wanna drink, don't wanna smoke
Don't wanna smoke no more
You fucking stupid?

You did it again, yeah, ah, ah, ah

So, I'll take this front row seat
And baby, baby, you can go ahead
Cry those
Oscar winning tears
Popcorn and I scream
Baby, baby, you can go ahead
Cry those
Oscar winning (tears)

Tears
(Tears, cry those)
You can miss me with the bullshit
I can see right through your (tears)
Tears, baby
Nine o'clock entertainment
Oh, man, I wish I could tape it

Mmm, sit down
No tissues
No string section
No tiny violin
For the last time, I'm your audience

I'll take, this front row seat
And baby, baby, you can go
Ahead and cry those
Baby

And baby, baby, baby
Would you really go ahead and
Would you go ahead and just cry?

This is the soundtrack of the city

Hear the city sing, every moment alive
From the morning rush to the midnight vibe
A melody of life in every scene
This is the city's song, its urban symphony

Sunrise over high-rises, the day begins
Coffee shops buzzing, traffic violins
Horn sections blaring, engines hum low
A thousand voices blend in the morning's flow

Crosswalks ticking, sneakers on the street
The rhythm of life in the heartbeat beat
Buskers on the corner with a soulful tune
Streetlights blinking, fading with the moon

Office chatter echoes through glassy walls
While footsteps bounce in the echoing halls
Even in the chaos, the music is clear
The city's alive, it's always near

Hear the city sing, every moment alive
From the morning rush to the midnight vibe
A melody of life in every scene
This is the city's song, its urban symphony

Every alley hums, every rooftop dreams
The city's an orchestra, alive with themes

Night falls, and the tempo slows
The hum of neon signs, the streetlamp glows
Whispers in diners, laughter in bars
Taxis weaving through underlit cars

The hum of subways, a distant roar
The shouts from clubs, life spills out the door
The clink of glasses, a toast to the night
The city's voice softens, bathed in light

Each block a movement, each street a refrain
In the music of the city, no sound's in vain
From sunrise to the stars, the notes don't cease
This is life in rhythm, chaos in peace

Hear the city sing, every moment alive
From the morning rush to the midnight vibe
A melody of life in every scene
This is the city's song, its urban symphony

"Every sound's a note, every step's a beat..."

Something tells me you haven't been sleeping
You need me like the flower needs the sun
The shadow of my love been slowly creeping in your bed at night
It's over baby
And now I'm looking for another hit and run

It ain't over till the swan sing
But this my swan song
You so cold hearted
Ima cut open my tauntaun
Used to have them Pom poms
Cheering me on
Now you my violin section
Bring the tears and be gone
I bring the rain in Savanna
Got that snow like Montana
Now I'm loading up banana clips
Looking for your new man
Ima spray it when I see him
Nah I'm lyin nah I'm lyin
Been too busy with the tinder
Meeting women online
This shit too easy
Moving on
Physically speaking I've been gone
So long
If we're talking emotions
I'm hanging on pretty strong
It's wrong
I know I'm leading these women on
But god
If I found pussy half as good
I wouldn't be making this song
Good god
What the fuck is wrong with me
You've been gone too long, you see
It's detrimental to my heart
But great for writing songs
Admittedly, I'm kind of glad it happened
Because if tragedy hadn't struck
I probably wouldn't have been a famous rapper

Something tells me you haven't been sleeping
You need me like the flower needs the sun
The shadow of my love been slowly creeping in your bed at night
It's over baby
And now I'm looking for another hit and run

Anything goes in love and war
One in the same
Two sides on the same coin
Flip for the game
It's my possession now
I'm dribbling, bounce
And get the layup
Sometimes the bet ain't worth the hand
It's time for you to pay up
Didn't anybody tell you that the house always wins
Roll a 20 on midnight
I'm watching it spin
I'm spinning in circles tryna
Find if I'm in it or over it
I've been tripping over nothing
My anxiety blowing it
Got a new necklace
And a pinky ring
I step with a limp
I'm in a position for success
I'll never sweat you or simp
Im playing twister with the mystery
Right hand on the booty
Left hand on the titties
With my face in the Coochie
I never been average so I gotta be a maverick
For the lavish
Flattering chatter
From the masses
Cause my Melodies make 'em gather up
I'd rather be dead
Than mediocre
That's on everything
I gotta be careful Though
Cause wishes isn't always dreams

Something tells me you haven't been sleeping
You need me like the flower needs the sun
The shadow of my love been slowly creeping in your bed at night
It's over baby
And now I'm looking for another hit and run

You did it again, yeah, ah, ah, ah

So, I'll take this front row seat
And baby, baby, you can go ahead
Cry those
Oscar winning tears
Popcorn and I scream
Baby, baby, you can go ahead
Cry those
Oscar winning (tears)

Tears
(Tears, cry those)
You can miss me with the bull-
I can see right through your (tears)
Tears, baby
Nine o'clock entertainment
Oh, man, I wish I could tape it

Mmm, sit down
No tissues
No string section
No tiny violin
For the last time, I'm your audience

I'll take, this front row seat
And baby, baby, you can go
Ahead and cry those
Baby

And baby, baby, baby
Would you really go ahead and
Would you go ahead and just cry?

Everything gone, I need everything gone
Parachute high, got me drinking red dome
Invasion I'm fucking up equation
I'm really on
Stop, I could die today and I still won

Never made the noise, silent film
Still upset over the drugs I spilled
Films through the reel, pack money bills
So off right now, Consistent chills
Start the violins
Gone hold the bread section
Piano wives from behind replace
The pearl necklace i just want the Yay then
I'm looking for the exit
Shit I'm really on one right now
No I'm really on two right now
Bellevue with the skyview
Getting nervous when I look down
Still running around with them hounds
Them titties fake but they still bounce
Money checked out, Halloween town
Feet gotta starter cause I'm
Rocking all drown
Light in a bottle better shut it tight
My girl looking at me
Like let's roll tonight
Halfway to the sun like some satellites
Chills down her spine, leave her satisfied

[Long Intro]

The sky shines with stars
There’s a sweet scent in the air
The lights dance across the town
And the cold brings memories of love everywhere

Children running through the snow
Waiting for the night to fall
With gifts, hugs, and smiles
It’s time to dream, to believe in it all

[Sax + Violin + Piano]

(Instrumental section starts with gentle piano, followed by the smooth sound of the violin, while the saxophone subtly joins, creating a warm, comforting mood.)

You did it again 
So I'll take this front row seat
And baby, baby, you can go ahead
Cry those Oscar-winning tears
Popcorn and ice cream
And baby, baby, you can go ahead
Cry those Oscar-winning (tears) tears
You can miss me with the bullshit
I can see right through your (tears) tears, baby
Nine o'clock entertainment
Oh, man, I wish I could tape 
Sit down, no tissues
No string section, no tiny violin
For the last time, I'm your audience
I'll take this front row seat
And baby, baby, you can go ahead and cry those, baby
And baby, baby, baby, would you really go ahead?

Never mind just listen to Frown
This is track number seven if you skip to eight
You might get into heaven- I get it no hate
For those of you still listening
I wanna thank you for giving this track a spin
For buying the album paying for the track
Not a skate like churches are with tax
Now I'm not saying having supernatural daddy issues
Doesn't make me fall for you
Although for some out there it might
But if not I'm just saying that the praying bit explains a lot
Now I'm not saying having supernatural daddy issues
Doesn't make me fall for you
Although for some out there it might
But if not I'm just saying that the praying bit explains a lot
We're all wishful thinking in the wrong ways
Hoping for better in the wrong ways
Loving one another in the wrong ways
So we must kill each other like the old days
If the world was made in seven days then let me tell you who's to blame
For this fatherless son in a fatherless world
And war
And death
And cancer
And hate
And crime
And hate crime
Since the beginning of time
Sexism, homophobia
Ignorance, xenophobia
This bad education, disease of our nation
Is a poor foundation in return for salvation
For envy and shame and scapegoats to blame
Jesus would be an atheist
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Accompanied by a string section
Josie West - violin
Adam McDonald - violin
Jess Hogben - viola
Sami Cloves - double bass
Sex before marriage
Artist - The Prosaics
I hear you have amazing fingers
My heart, my head, every inch of my body dreads
Every second that passes until I must head away from this sweet town
Where I belong- in Medway Towns
Yes I reside outside, around
The parts of England where nobody goes
Where nobody wants to know
This is where I call home
But I live nowhere when I'm not in Medway Towns
When I'm not in Medway Towns
Fear I'd die
Hot tea, cold damp
Single bed, desk lamp
A greeting call from the friendly neighbourhood quack
Smell of polish, taste of scraps
Colour faded, lacerated from a scrap
The greeting gurgle of the boiler and the piping in a whirl
We never smile in Medway Towns
We never smile in Medway Towns
Fear we'd die
Hello Mr Magpie, how's your wife and family?

Screeching sounds of a violin
Its listeners lives spread out too thin
Emotions now dispiriting
A fragile hull mere functioning
Section by section
They are locked in
Their hopeless minds start wandering
Deep despair disheartening
An endless state of serenity
Is now the place you long to be
Enticing maze of urgency
Is now the place you cannot flee
Scratching bow on its wretched strings
Acidic decay of a fading hymn
Aimless minds in constant spin
Seep despair disheartening
Section by section
They were locked in
Their hopeless souls went wandering
Deep despair disheartening
An endless state of serenity
Is now the place they most want to be
Enticing maze of urgency
Is now the place they can't break free
Some come back yet most are lost
Invisible line forever crossed
Their faint tracks fade in ethereal frost
Enticing maze of urgency
Is now the place they can't break free
Enticing maze of urgency
Where no ones soul's supposed to be
Endless maze of urgency
Claim your place, your life's the fee

Freddie this has me Reminiscing
What a wicked ending

I was backstage or in the basement
With a bass man practicing
A violin and a violet pen
Were my 1st Two instruments
Now my pen's way more violent
Less silent, no longer violet
And still opening eyelids
Sucks that i no longer play the violin

The band on stage is screaming thunder in my ear
Maximum volume, it is all that I can hear
Twisted melodies and warping sonic drones
Satanic violins and angry saxophones

Not a single lyric rhymes
And the rhythm section all seems out of time
The guitars were out of tune
Still they had a certain groove
Canteline

The crowd began to thin, they exit one by one
The sky above the band had long forgot the sun
Soon enough it was just me and them together
I could've sat there, listen to them play forever

Just an endless show for one
As far as I'm concerned the night has just begun
Let it fill my little brain
Until I start to go insane
Canteline

Ever since I was young I wanted to be
Somethin' like what I am, uh huh

We promote violins!
Yeah, check me out
We promote violins!
E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro?
Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth 

(Let's go, Kurupt)

May I laugh ?

SYMPHONY No. 1 Farewell My Son

For  
Piccolo Flute, Flute, 2 Oboes, English Horn, 2 Clarinets in B, 2 Bassoons, 2 Horns in F, 2 Trompetes, 2 Trombones, Tuba, Timpani, Cymbal, Snare Drum, Glockenspiel, Xylophone, 8 Violins-1, 8 Violins-2, 4 Violas, 4 Violoncellos, 2 ContraBasses

Dedicated to Dr. Levent ÇELİK
Sep 2017

This is a complete closure of some feelings I have felt through years.

SYMPHONY No. 1 Farewell My Son

For  
Piccolo Flute, Flute, 2 Oboes, English Horn, 2 Clarinets in B, 2 Bassoons, 2 Horns in F, 2 Trompetes, 2 Trombones, Tuba, Timpani, Cymbal, Snare Drum, Glockenspiel, Xylophone, 8 Violins-1, 8 Violins-2, 4 Violas, 4 Violoncellos, 2 ContraBasses

Dedicated to Dr. Levent ÇELİK
Sep 2017

This is a complete closure of some feelings I have felt through years.

SYMPHONY No. 1 Farewell My Son

For  
Piccolo Flute, Flute, 2 Oboes, English Horn, 2 Clarinets in B, 2 Bassoons, 2 Horns in F, 2 Trompetes, 2 Trombones, Tuba, Timpani, Cymbal, Snare Drum, Glockenspiel, Xylophone, 8 Violins-1, 8 Violins-2, 4 Violas, 4 Violoncellos, 2 ContraBasses

Dedicated to Dr. Levent ÇELİK
Sep 2017

This is a complete closure of some feelings I have felt through years.

The solo violin takes the lead.)

[Final Chorus]
Oh, fallen star, why must you fall?
Your light was all that answered the call.

[Verse]
Whispers in the twilight glow moonlight paints the sky
Piano softly echoes dreams memories that fly
Violin's tender longing heart beats pure and true
Flute drifts like a summer breeze into skies so blue

[Verse 2]
Cello's warm embrace lingers like velvet night
Viola's gentle comfort through shadows brings the light
Notes float down like feathers grace in every fall
Together weaving stories dreams become it all

[Chorus]
Melody in the wind it calls to me
Strings and keys whisper sweet symphony
Flute and moon they dance in harmony
Bringing dreams alive this melody

[Verse 3]
In the silence and the calm hear the heartbeats start
Every note a brush of love painting on the heart
Piano keys a river flowing soft and low
String section like the starlight in midnight's quiet glow

[Bridge]
Harmonies that touch the soul lifting on their wings
Voices of the nightingale every heart it sings
Melody that finds the light in the darkest day
In those lilting notes let love softly sway

[Chorus]
Melody in the wind it calls to me
Strings and keys whisper sweet symphony
Flute and moon they dance in harmony
Bringing dreams alive this melody

This is Eduqas music, looking at the set works
It's a revision guide, the kind designed to send you berserk
In the exam, remember this song and start to smirk
I'm coming for your recall, in your subconscious I lurk
Mr Canny on the shake down to drop the itinerary
We need this in your head, in your long term memory
The knowledge has to remain, it can't be temporary
So let's dissect, fact check, and break down Badinerie
J.S Bach, the mans the best
The Baroque period is where we set the test
Think Harpsichords, lords, ladies, stately home dance halls
Where rich folk scoff and the rest are damn poor
The Harpsichord and Cello make the basso continuo
But there's more timbres than that, this isn't a duo
Add string section and flute, but not a concerto
The dynamics are terraced so you won't see crescendos
But in fact, throughout they're staying mainly forte
A quick, light movement's what Bachs trying to portray
The tempo is allegro, and that goes to say
That the speed is quick, just like the vocals I lay
The structure is binary, so there's 2 parts you see
But each part is repeated, so it's AABB
Section A's from bar naught to bar 16 it's naughty
So section B's from bar 16 to bar 40
Throughout, it's diatonic, notes from the key
With loads of perfect and imperfect cadences you see
Chords are often in inversions, they help with the drive
Occasional 3rd inversion with the 7th of chord 5
Don't forget the big one, it's bound to arrive
The neapolitan 6th, it's in bar 35
Suspension chords are also occasionally used
Like beat one of bar eight, bar ten and 32

Now look the flautist has gotta be good to stand on the stage
Because the flute part has got a two  octave pitch range
Trills, sequences, appoggiaturas on the page
Because in Baroque, these ornaments were all the rage
Let's break it down further, there's no need to vote
A trill goes back and forth quickly between 2 notes
A sequence repeats a chunk of tune higher or lower
An appoggiatura's a grace note played slower
Let me tell you where to find these, let's help you out
Trills are all over the place without a doubt
Beat one of bar eight, ten, 30, 32
And bar 15 and 27, both on beat two
Sequences are seen between bar six and ten
And also 28 to bar 32 again
Beat one of bars 33 and 40 sound purer
You need to know this is where to find appoggiaturas

The articulation in the flute part has some slurs indeed
But mainly due to technique and need to breathe
The strings are generally staccato because of the speed
But that's not marked on the score, it's the performers need
It's simple duple time, so it's a 2/4 flavour
The rhythms use nearly all normal and semi quavers
They're used in simple ostinatos to form the rhythm
Of the two musical motif's that we're given
If you learn this song, you'll have played a blinder
Section A starts in B and ends F sharp minor
Section B's the reverse, it starts in F sharp
But by the end of the section it's back to B minor
I hope you don't mind this, forgive me the lecture
It's a melody and accompaniment, homophonic texture
The Flute and the Cello give the main stuff favourably
Though the 1st Violins participate occasionally
The 2nd Violin and Viola provide harmony
But their parts are less busy, they'd just be sat calmly
I hope that this helps you, ask any questions please
Just go out there and smash your GCSEs

Can't explain the zone that I am in
Where the strings at doe
Yo
Sex & violins
Can't explain the zone that I am in
Prophecy fulfilled I am him
You only fail if you don't try again
Might try and bend but ion never break
Small things like strings when they resonate
You die when you hesitate
You die when you hesitate
Sex & violins
Can't explain the zone that I am in
Prophecy fulfilled I am him
You only fail if you don't try again
Might try and bend but ion never break
Small things like strings when they resonate
You die when you hesitate
My niggas finnah eat like they never ate

Eat like we never ate
Erybody get a plate
Smoke like we never smoked
Drink like we never drank
I ain't never late
Well seasoned peppered steak
When it come to wack shit
That's the only time I segregate
Separate myself from that
On a different shelf than that
Whoever want it
I just lay out the welcome mat
Fiery readin Scarface's Diary
The world is mine and yours.

Through darkest storms and endless seas,
Its light will bring eternity.

[Instrumental Interlude]
(Grand orchestral section with timpani rolls, brass fanfare, and soaring violins.)

[Final Chorus]
The eternal flame, oh beacon bright,
A testament to boundless might.

"Volando entre ficciones like Tetsuo
Incendios, the new Sound God, Piromano
bumpenado Section 80 en la sección 9, Batou
Tocando el violín en el quirófano,

Cóctel de malas decisiones,
libertad o abanico de caminos adyacentes,
estoy culándome ser inocente,
y no sé che, si termina acá o en el capítulo siguiente...

Native American children, stories now told,  
America's greatness, in truth so bold.

*(Bridge **: A reflective and emotional section, perhaps incorporating a solo instrument like a saxophone or violin to add depth.)*
In every act of justice, in every stand for right,  
America's greatness shines, a beacon of light.

J Liu sleeps every day up in chem
Brain more absent than his GTISM (Say the letters)
Sometimes Jonathan outta his brain
Get up Jonathan stay in your lane
Jliu he’s an elitist
Ego’s bigger than venus
Now its time to get real serious
He’ll be begging for Jesus
It's ya boi OG AC
Ima talk about Jonathan the senior
Zero respect for his teachers
First violin’s poorest sight reader
One big joke of a section leader
4 year all stater he’s a higher being
Sophomore year was this guy’s ceiling
C’mon Jonathan where’s your dedication?