Pneuma Palingenesis
The true spirit will always prevail over the flesh
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Hamza (Verse 1):
Yo, it’s Hamza, stepping up, I’m the real deal,
You’re Andrew Tate? I’ll make you kneel.
Talking about “Top G,” but you’re just a fraud,
Fake flexing wealth, but you’re not that hard.
You preach about life, think you’re a king?
I’m out here in monk mode, focused, locked in.
You sell dreams to boys with empty goals,
I build warriors with mind, body, and soul.
You chase cash, cars, and endless fame,
But I’m building discipline, real power, no game.
You think you're a fighter, but I’m tougher, Tate,
You sell lies—I elevate, I dominate!
Andrew Tate (Verse 1):
You’re talking to the Top G, better show respect,
I’ve got Bugattis lined up, what’s next?
I’ve fought in the ring, bloodied and bruised,
While you preach “self-help,” but I’ve seen you lose.
You live in your little bubble, monk mode trash,
While I stack up millions, power, and cash.
You say you’re disciplined, but look at me, bro,
I’m hustling worldwide, and my name just grows.
I’m alpha, I’m savage, I don’t play the fool,
While you’re making “gains,” I’m breaking the rules.
You talk about warriors, but I’ve been in the fight,
You’re soft, Hamza—come and see my might!
Hamza (Verse 2):
Bugattis? Who cares? You’re living in excess,
You mask your weakness with cars and success.
You think money’s the answer, but you’re just lost,
Sold your soul for fame, and what’s the cost?
I’m building men who face the real grind,
While you brainwash the weak with a hollow mind.
You play alpha, but you’re soft inside,
I see right through the ego you try to hide.
I lead men to strength, to purpose and goals,
You lead boys to empty roles, chasing control.
You fight for money, I fight for respect,
I’m Hamza, the lion—don’t you ever forget!
Andrew Tate (Verse 2):
Respect? I built an empire from nothing but grit,
You think I care about your self-righteous wit?
I rose from the dirt, fought tooth and claw,
While you preach monk mode—I live raw!
I’m a hustler, a winner, I bend the rules,
While you cater to weaklings, preaching to fools.
You talk about purpose, but who’s on top?
I own the game, and my grind won’t stop.
I’ve faced death in the ring, real blood, real pain,
While you sit in your room, talking gains.
You think you’re strong? You’ve got no clue,
I’m the real king, Hamza—you can’t break through!
Hamza (Verse 3):
You rose from the dirt, but you sold out fast,
Trapped in materialism that’ll never last.
You fight for fame, you fight for greed,
But I fight for truth—my warriors succeed.
I’m in monk mode, you’re trapped in the race,
Chasing the next high, but you’ll never find grace.
You flaunt wealth, but your soul’s in chains,
I’m breaking free, I’m embracing the pain.
I don’t need Bugattis, I don’t need the flash,
I lead with honor while you burn out in a crash.
You think you’re invincible, but it’s all for show,
I’m the true alpha—you just don’t know!
Andrew Tate (Verse 3):
You talk about freedom, but you’re living in lies,
I’m the one who’s winning while your movement dies.
You preach like a monk, but you’ll never be great,
I’m in the fast lane, accelerating my fate.
You think I sold out? I’m playing the game,
I own my success, and I earned my name.
You’re stuck in the grind, but I make the rules,
I’m turning boys into kings, not into fools.
You lead with honor? Bro, you’re living soft,
I take what I want, I’m always on top.
You’re just another voice, lost in the crowd,
I’m Andrew Tate, and I’m screaming loud!
Hamza (Final Verse):
Screaming loud? All I hear is noise,
I’m crafting warriors, you’re crafting toys.
You say you’re a king, but that crown’s fake,
I lead with purpose—you can’t relate.
You flex your wealth, but that’s all you’ve got,
While I build legacies, you’ll rot and be forgot.
You think you’re untouchable, but your time’s short,
I’m changing the game while you’re selling cheap sport.
I don’t need the fame, I don’t need the hype,
I’ll crush you with truth, no material type.
You’re just a facade, Tate, shallow and weak,
I’m Hamza, the alpha, and I’m at my peak!
Andrew Tate (Final Verse):
You’re at your peak? Bro, I’ve only begun,
I’m building an empire while you’re “having fun.”
You live in denial, pretending you’re wise,
But I own this world, and that’s no surprise.
You talk about truth, but truth’s in the grind,
I’m taking what’s mine, leaving you behind.
You can keep your “purpose,” your monk mode life,
I’m building an empire, sharp as a knife.
You’ll fade out, Hamza, while I ascend,
I’m Andrew Tate, bro—the game will never end!
VS
Crowd: Who won? Who’s next? You decide!
Yo, it’s Hamza, stepping up, I’m the real deal,
You’re Andrew Tate? I’ll make you kneel.
Talking about “Top G,” but you’re just a fraud,
Fake flexing wealth, but you’re not that hard.
You preach about life, think you’re a king?
I’m out here in monk mode, focused, locked in.
You sell dreams to boys with empty goals,
I build warriors with mind, body, and soul.
You chase cash, cars, and endless fame,
But I’m building discipline, real power, no game.
You think you're a fighter, but I’m tougher, Tate,
You sell lies—I elevate, I dominate!
Andrew Tate (Verse 1):
You’re talking to the Top G, better show respect,
I’ve got Bugattis lined up, what’s next?
I’ve fought in the ring, bloodied and bruised,
While you preach “self-help,” but I’ve seen you lose.
You live in your little bubble, monk mode trash,
While I stack up millions, power, and cash.
You say you’re disciplined, but look at me, bro,
I’m hustling worldwide, and my name just grows.
I’m alpha, I’m savage, I don’t play the fool,
While you’re making “gains,” I’m breaking the rules.
You talk about warriors, but I’ve been in the fight,
You’re soft, Hamza—come and see my might!
Hamza (Verse 2):
Bugattis? Who cares? You’re living in excess,
You mask your weakness with cars and success.
You think money’s the answer, but you’re just lost,
Sold your soul for fame, and what’s the cost?
I’m building men who face the real grind,
While you brainwash the weak with a hollow mind.
You play alpha, but you’re soft inside,
I see right through the ego you try to hide.
I lead men to strength, to purpose and goals,
You lead boys to empty roles, chasing control.
You fight for money, I fight for respect,
I’m Hamza, the lion—don’t you ever forget!
Andrew Tate (Verse 2):
Respect? I built an empire from nothing but grit,
You think I care about your self-righteous wit?
I rose from the dirt, fought tooth and claw,
While you preach monk mode—I live raw!
I’m a hustler, a winner, I bend the rules,
While you cater to weaklings, preaching to fools.
You talk about purpose, but who’s on top?
I own the game, and my grind won’t stop.
I’ve faced death in the ring, real blood, real pain,
While you sit in your room, talking gains.
You think you’re strong? You’ve got no clue,
I’m the real king, Hamza—you can’t break through!
Hamza (Verse 3):
You rose from the dirt, but you sold out fast,
Trapped in materialism that’ll never last.
You fight for fame, you fight for greed,
But I fight for truth—my warriors succeed.
I’m in monk mode, you’re trapped in the race,
Chasing the next high, but you’ll never find grace.
You flaunt wealth, but your soul’s in chains,
I’m breaking free, I’m embracing the pain.
I don’t need Bugattis, I don’t need the flash,
I lead with honor while you burn out in a crash.
You think you’re invincible, but it’s all for show,
I’m the true alpha—you just don’t know!
Andrew Tate (Verse 3):
You talk about freedom, but you’re living in lies,
I’m the one who’s winning while your movement dies.
You preach like a monk, but you’ll never be great,
I’m in the fast lane, accelerating my fate.
You think I sold out? I’m playing the game,
I own my success, and I earned my name.
You’re stuck in the grind, but I make the rules,
I’m turning boys into kings, not into fools.
You lead with honor? Bro, you’re living soft,
I take what I want, I’m always on top.
You’re just another voice, lost in the crowd,
I’m Andrew Tate, and I’m screaming loud!
Hamza (Final Verse):
Screaming loud? All I hear is noise,
I’m crafting warriors, you’re crafting toys.
You say you’re a king, but that crown’s fake,
I lead with purpose—you can’t relate.
You flex your wealth, but that’s all you’ve got,
While I build legacies, you’ll rot and be forgot.
You think you’re untouchable, but your time’s short,
I’m changing the game while you’re selling cheap sport.
I don’t need the fame, I don’t need the hype,
I’ll crush you with truth, no material type.
You’re just a facade, Tate, shallow and weak,
I’m Hamza, the alpha, and I’m at my peak!
Andrew Tate (Final Verse):
You’re at your peak? Bro, I’ve only begun,
I’m building an empire while you’re “having fun.”
You live in denial, pretending you’re wise,
But I own this world, and that’s no surprise.
You talk about truth, but truth’s in the grind,
I’m taking what’s mine, leaving you behind.
You can keep your “purpose,” your monk mode life,
I’m building an empire, sharp as a knife.
You’ll fade out, Hamza, while I ascend,
I’m Andrew Tate, bro—the game will never end!
Crowd: Who won? Who’s next? You decide!
