LYRICS...
Welcome to the lyrical laboratory. This is an original rap poem written entirely from scratch, crafted in the gritty, melodic, and aggressive 2000s New York style of the legendary 50 Cent. Titled "MANY ENEMIES", these lyrics deliver raw gangster storytelling, heavy bass concepts, and iconic G-Unit vibes. Whether you are a rapper looking for a classic boom-bap flow or a producer searching for a Southside concept, feel free to use these bars.
(INTRO)
(Bruit lourd de pièces de monnaie qui tombent... Suivie du rire narquois classique de Fifty... Une basse Boom-Bap ultra-lourde et une mélodie de piano sombre s'installent)
(Yeah... G-Unit! Fifty!)
They want me down, but I'm still counting the cash.
Many enemies wishing for my fall...
But I'm built for the storm, boy.
Look.
(VERSE 1)
Riding through the Southside, window rolled down,
They talking crazy till the heavy metal hits the town.
(Grrrrah!)
I got nine lives, you can't put me in the dirt,
Diamonds on my neck shining right through the shirt.
They love to hate the king, but they gotta respect the check,
Step into the building, leave 'em looking for their breath.
(Yeah!)
G-Unit in the matrix, yeah we boxing the block,
Every single record that I drop is a shock.
They want the old Fifty, the one from the street corner,
But I'm a corporate giant now, leaving 'em warmer.
Click-clack, boom-bang, watch the empire grow,
You crossing the line? Then it's time for the show.
(CHORUS)
(Flow nonchalant, mélodieux et ultra-menaçant)
Many enemies wishing death upon my crown,
But I'm still standing tall, looking at the town.
(Never fold!)
Forty bands, fifty bands, stacked against the wall,
The bigger the empire, the harder they fall.
(Yeah, Southside!)
(VERSE 2)
(La basse devient encore plus lourde, Fifty accentue son débit traînant)
I survived the trenches, survived the industry traps,
Now I'm making movies while they making fake raps.
(Fake!)
Amiri denim packed with the green hundred bills,
You playing with the boss, you getting the cold chills.
They want the formula, they want the magic in the flow,
But they don't know the scars that I carried long ago.
(La Flame!)
Keep the cameras flashing, keep the simulation bright,
We turning minor shadows into interstellar light.
I'm a rockstar, heavy metal on my side,
Raging through the city with the G-Unit pride.
(CHORUS)
Many enemies wishing death upon my crown,
But I'm still standing tall, looking at the town.
Forty bands, fifty bands, stacked against the wall,
The bigger the empire, the harder they fall.
(OUTRO)
(La batterie s'arrête, seule la mélodie sombre du piano continue avec de l'écho)
Yeah.
Still undisputed.
Southside, Jamaica Queens.
You can't stop the money machine, boy.
Haha.
G-Unit!
(Bruit de rechargement de pistolet sec... Silence)
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