The Big 3 is a 10 min with the best 3 songs from the album Beautiful Nightmare. It was album not polluted with drama , love , hate , jelousy , pride and crap , made pure for the love of music Njoy itmore

I’m bringing it all out. Drive me crazy, I’m losing my mind. Ready to play with me? My soul is free. * Hey, you beast, how’s it going? You can’t get tired like that—are you warming up on the *sfara* before you’ve even had your *popara*? You look like a boiled potato that’s been scalded—are you all marked up, or not? Is that the problem? Don’t just stand there, get moving, don’t doze off! It’s a non-stop party—worth a million *stotinki* (or "cents," as we call them now, to sound modern). With a Sofia accent—it’s a precedent, my friend! God damn, man—take it easy, spin it gently, speak softly... not like some Brit, but in Bulgarian. Okay, I’ll stop, bro. Damn, what a piece of work this idiot is! Lay it all out—here’s some prose, straight from the table to the nose. Ouch—got burned? Hand over that straw! And crank up *Puls*—because "friends" is the opposite of "traitors"—those envious soothsayers and orators, those fanatical theorists, hungry for fame and "tits on pizzas," but their music is just worthless chaff. I’m cutting it here—I’ve had it up to *here*. * Envy is the passion of the weak—those lacking ideas or a spark. Understand this: with envy, you’ll never be free. From friend to traitor, a weak writer or a dreamer— A flatterer to your face, but in the end, consumed by envy, you remain nothing more than an ordinary listener. * Ahem, ahem... *amigo*, what’s the deal? How’s the jam? Need more RAM? (Oh, for God’s sake, speak Bulgarian, you moron!) Seriously, man—what is this? You’re living in some Jean-Claude Van Damme movie, you infantile fool! Acting all sweet like *Kill Bill*—honestly, your "sweet" words, rhymes, and "bullets" are so full of delusions—like burning tires on *Zagovezni*—that they’ve actually given me constipation! Just stop it! Drop the malice, put on the white robe of repentance—or else this curse might land you in a coma, or the grave! What kind of trend is this—getting slapped in the face by a "friend"? God, wake me up from this nightmare! Let there be a gift for my neighbor and for me—let us all have a harem, let there be plenty of everything for everyone, so that nothing is ever lacking! Let our souls be clean—no hidden agendas, no wreckage, no broken pieces—just love! That is my call! * Envy is the passion of the weak—those lacking ideas or a spark. Understand this: with envy, you’ll never be free. From friend to traitor, a weak writer or a dreamer— A flatterer to your face, but in the end, consumed by envy, you remain nothing more than an ordinary listener. * Are you trying to become a winner by dreaming of being a leader? You’re no teacher—you’re a destroyer, a plunderer of your own friends! In your brutality, you lose the loyalty of friends; you’re not living in reality. And that will prove fatal—the moment you no longer feel the warmth of brotherly connection. I don’t need proof of a friend’s betrayal; it is a violation of trust—vile, underhanded hypocrisy, deceit, and treachery that leaves a wound on those close to you. You cannot use a mask and soft, flattering words to push me toward fear and anger. Sin and rage—this is a sign not to live in darkness. But believe me: I was, I will be, and I shall remain. * From friend to traitor—a poor writer or a dreamer. A flatterer to one’s face, yet in the end, consumed by your own envy, you remain nothing more than an ordinary listener. * From friend to traitor—a poor writer or a dreamer. A flatterer to one’s face, yet in the end, consumed by your own envy, you remain nothing more than an ordinary listener.more

This lyrics was written from past several days i left it untouched bcs it shows how thing can change for shor period of time: Writing this song for the past several days, I had a chance to reshape it but decided to keep it like that and show you what path I walk without shame of what I am but this is my reality mashup with virtuality. Let me say it now , not gonna leave no matter how hard you try , thats my real love not for some fancy bitch made of atoms or glitch but for the real Queen , the sound , music and everything in between. * * Alright I finally speak after all these weeks with those who … actually you know so relax and lets go with big text “Deserve it all” started from the start , from the low down on the floor do not feel offended when this song ends. Truth from a different point of view I will talk, some things you know,others will come as a shock, pride for thinking you are right will block your mind make you deaf and blind what was the reason behind, what you expected to find , remind me who was hiding to protect and who slept comfortable in his bed , let me correct the missing context you do not need prompt or fancy microphone only a text this is everything you can create by yourself , yes the music helps but it doesnt matter anyway when you don’t have anything to say or you on repeat * * Alright now lets start with the main event the art of fishing went way so far, and one ask or wishing for the truth that was all i wanted, the think, the ghost that haunted me not a profile for handjob you already saw i have those which brings me to the question what exactly messed your mind to think jailbreaking is fine its a personal data man thats why we builded laws , layers and documents to work with, damn people took themselves for a gods or judges from the court but let me remind you mr Lord stealing is illegal at least in this corner of the World. Wait wat sending me a building full with AI but not the number of instruments matter but the message the emotion this is ancient word of the modern VIBE are those who people searching to find and what you saying inside * * …in 5 … 4… 3 … 2…2 .1 Hello ladies and gentleman here some pulsenews Same G…old stories from remove the pulse of Pulse , huh Directly from the forests of Sakar lives this creature like a untouchable star Famous monster slapped with the sound made from million bots Flying to the cloud , this is old but hold the minute here it comes…shhht quiet “...you gonna die…” , damn thats news, John are we recording (the camera stepped) ask which is the new A I who can give you the best review for a new John (whaat boss) * * “With this brand new painting for hair you will unlock your self awareness about real and so-real” “Brand new coffee shop opened where two brothers and their little brother drinking coffee and discus a project of the object “Impulsible” about a series of mini commercials with a girl with no extensions , attention for the bro with potential but he level up for existential crisis , temptation for revenge to some stranger driven for a sense of people in danger it turns out it was agent of the web , golden code angel came to reset my hate and test my fate trying to convince me that everything is ok but wait mate in this stage of playing games of good and evil-life and death its never too late to remove your hate the time evil can win is when good is on pause ,when sits and wait the time to return the balance with faith not to God , wizard or mage but to remake the idea, the concept for fear of losing yourself that's worse than death and reshape it into respect and accept what is you and your believes and give you the truth. more