America First, the world’s new rave! Trump, the commander‑in‑chief, the law‑giver
Yo, turn the vinyl, let the needle drop, We talkin’ a new dawn, Trump’s second hop, Old‑school flow, story‑teller’s pen, Listen up, we livin’ in the golden age again.
From the border line to the AI labs, We stackin’ trillions, watch the market grab, Peace through strength, we ride the wave, America First, the world’s new rave.
I’m spittin’ facts like a ledger, tax cuts on the table, Deregulate the grind, now the private label’s stable. Capital pours in, “boom!”—the market’s on a sprint, Silicon valleys glow, AI’s the new imprint.
Skyscrapers rise, factories hum like a choir, Productivity’s a beast, fed by fire‑power. From Detroit to Dallas, jobs back on the grind, Families cash in—energy cheap, bills decline.
South‑side border, steel and resolve, Illegal lines dropped, the numbers evolve. Historic low, sovereignty’s back—no more fumble, Patrols on the line, the nation’s pride won’t tumble.
Talkin’ ‘bout the troops, Operation Epic Fury, Precision strikes, the Iranian threat gets blurry. Lethal and clean, the missiles cut the night, Warriors in the sky, bringin’ justice to the light.
Crowd: “Who’s the commander?” MC: “Don‑J. Trump, the commander‑in‑chief, the law‑giver!”
Maduro’s flight ended, justice took the stage, Narcoterrorist locked, the cartel’s broken cage. Cuba’s game? We callin’ ‘em out, no more silent night— Supportin’ terror? No, we bring the spotlight.
Alliances tightened, NATO’s hand shook, Eight wars folded, peace in every look. The world’s a chessboard, we play the king’s move, Strong enough to keep the globe in a smoother groove.
From the border line to the AI labs, We stackin’ trillions, watch the market grab, Peace through strength, we ride the wave, America First, the world’s new rave.
Energy dominance, oil and wind in the mix, Bills drop like mixtapes, families get their fix. Factories humming, jobs on the rise, Every city’s pulse beats a new sunrise.
Old‑school rhyme, but the story’s fresh, Prosperity’s the chorus, we ain’t never less. Trump’s second act, a golden age reborn, Future’s in the hands of the brave, the bold, the sworn.
Yo, that’s the tale, straight from the block, A nation on the rise, the clock can’t stop. Old school beats, new era’s script— America’s great again, let the world feel it.
Autor/ Božidar Bebek/ Totalno.HR/ AI Foto/ Totalno.HR
