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Yo, listen up, about Raushan's Skittles,
They so firee, like Singapore's grilles.
In the candy game, he's the real OG,
Rainbow colors, taste the victory.

Raushan's Skittles, oh so sweet,
In the rap world, they can't be beat.
Tropical flavors, like Orchard Road,
In every pack, a flavor explosion code.

Red like chili crab, spicy and bold,
Green like pandan, a story to be told.
Yellow like sunshine, bright in the sky,
Orange like HDB blocks, reaching high.

Purple like orchids, elegant and rare,
Raushan's Skittles, beyond compare.
Taste the rainbow, feel the vibe,
In the candy world, Raushan's got the tribe.

So firee, they spark like NDP,
In every chew, a burst of glee.
Skittles in hand, walking down the street,
Raushan's candy game, can't be beat.

In the land of Singlish, let's shout it clear,
Raushan's Skittles, we hold them dear.
Spreading joy like a fireworks show,
In the candy rap, let the flavors flow!

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Yo Afif, my man, let's talk 'bout a scene,
Where you sleeping, dreaming, in between.
Snoring so loud, like a lion's roar,
In dreamland, you're the king, that's for sure.

Afif, my dude, in the bed you chill,
Dreaming 'bout kopi, nasi lemak thrill.
Sleeping so sound, like a lullaby,
In dreamland, you can even fly.

Pillow as your sidekick, blanket cape,
Dreaming 'bout hawker centers, every shape.
Laksa, mee goreng, oh so divine,
In your sleep, Afif, you sure dine.

Bedtime stories, you create 'em well,
In your dreams, life's a sweet carousel.
Counting sheep, nah, that's too mainstream,
Afif's counting durians, in his dream.

Sleeping so deep, like Marina Trench,
Dreaming 'bout MRT, on the bench.
Snoring symphony, a melody so grand,
In the dreamy world, you're the maestro, understand?

Afif, my man, in slumberland you roam,
Dreaming 'bout Gardens by the Dome.
Sleeping game strong, like kopi-o gao,
In the dream zone, you're the star of the show.

So, Afif, sleep on, in your dreamy delight,
In the sleep rap, you're the king of the night.
Funny dreams, where you're the VIP,
Sleep tight, my friend, in the dream galaxy.

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Yo, Afif, what's the deal, you sly,
Snatching Raushan's glue stick, oh my oh my.
In the classroom, acting like a sly fox,
But Raushan ain't playing, he's counting his stocks.

Afif, you thought you could sneak,
Grabbing that glue stick, like playing hide and seek.
Raushan's desk ain't your personal store,
Stick to your own stuff, don't be a bore.

Raushan's glue stick, his precious glue,
You took it like it's a game to pursue.
But in this rap, let me set it straight,
Raushan's glue stick, you should reinstate.

Afif, my man, don't be a glue thief,
Raushan's watching, he's got that belief.
Return the stick, make it right,
In the world of glue, let there be light.

So Afif, learn this lesson quick,
Respect others' stuff, don't be so slick.
Raushan's glue stick, it's not a toy,
Give it back, don't act so coy.

In the classroom, let there be peace,
No more glue wars, let the tensions cease.
Afif, my dude, do what's right,
Return the glue stick, end the fight.

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Yo Afif, listen up, got a tale to share,
'Bout the day you forgot your tie, oh it's rare.
Woke up in the morning, feeling all fly,
Realized later, your tie said goodbye.

In the mirror, you looked sharp and neat,
Till you reached the office, down on your seat.
No tie around the neck, oh what a sight,
Colleagues chuckling, "Afif, you alright?"

Afif, my man, where's your style?
Forgot the tie, that's a mile.
In the wardrobe, it played hide and seek,
Your neck feeling breezy, tie playing peek.

Boss man walking by, raised an eyebrow,
Afif without a tie, he wondered how.
Office fashion emergency, what to do?
Tieless Afif, in a comedic view.

Colleagues offering a shoelace as a quick fix,
Afif, my dude, in a tieless mix.
Lanyard around the neck, makeshift style,
In the office rap, you went the extra mile.

So next time, Afif, check the mirror twice,
Tie around the neck, that's the office spice.
In the funny tale of the tie amiss,
Afif, my friend, you can't dismiss.

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Mikhail and Zarif are kickboxing captains rap

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Mikhail and Zarif are kickboxing captains rap

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Yo, gather 'round, let me tell you a tale,
'Bout Mikhail and Raushan, kickboxing trail.
In the ring, they're the captains, don't you doubt,
Kickboxing kings, in Singlish style, shout out!

Mikhail, my man, with a jab so slick,
Raushan by his side, their moves so quick.
In the dojo, they wear the crown,
Kickboxing captains, ruling the town.

Jab-cross, roundhouse, kicks in the air,
Mikhail and Raushan, a powerful pair.
In the ring, they dance, like a lion's roar,
Kickboxing captains, hear them soar.

Training sessions, like a hawker center brawl,
Mikhail and Raushan, they stand tall.
Sweat on their brow, determination in their eyes,
Kickboxing captains, reaching for the skies.

Kicking high, kicking low, like MRT doors,
Mikhail and Raushan, kickboxing chores.
In the ring, they're the kings, no debate,
Kickboxing captains, setting the state.

So here's to Mikhail and Raushan, the dynamic duo,
Kickboxing captains, in the ring, they go.
With every punch and kick, in Singlish rhyme,
They lead the pack, it's kickboxing time!

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Yo, listen up, it's a tale quite absurd,
'Bout Afif and a gluestick, lost, unheard.
Raushan's gluestick, a precious treasure,
Afif lost it, oh, what a measure.

In the classroom chaos, like a game,
Afif and glue, not the same.
Raushan's stick, vanished without a trace,
Afif, my man, in a sticky chase.

Gluestick gone missing, like a ninja sneak,
Raushan's desk, a glue stick it seeks.
Afif scratching his head, where could it be?
Lost in the glue world, oh, the mystery.

Raushan's like, "Afif, where's my glue?"
Afif stammering, clueless, it's true.
Lost in the abyss, that gluestick so sly,
Afif's on a quest, he can't deny.

In the backpack abyss, pockets unknown,
Afif's on a search, a mission to hone.
Lost in the glue saga, like a maze,
Afif, my man, in a glue-filled daze.

So here's the rap of Afif's gluestick plight,
In the sticky chaos, lost in the night.
Raushan's gluestick, in the Singlish flow,
Afif, my friend, it's a glue tale, yo!

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Yo, gather 'round, let me spit this rhyme,
'Bout Afif and a bottle, lost in time.
He had it in his grip, then it slipped away,
Now he's searching high and low, every day.

Afif, my man, where'd your bottle go?
Lost in the shuffle, like a magic show.
One minute it's here, next minute it's not,
In the game of hide and seek, it's got a spot.

Bottle Houdini, vanished like a ghost,
Afif's scratching his head, he's the host.
Searching the classroom, like a bottle sleuth,
In the quest for hydration, seeking the truth.

Afif's like, "Yo, where's my water source?"
The bottle's playing games, of course.
Lost in the abyss, like a deep-sea dive,
Afif, my friend, in a bottle strive.

In the backpack abyss, pockets unknown,
Afif's on a search, in a bottle-prone zone.
Bottle cap blues, lidless despair,
Afif's on the case, with a bottle-care stare.

So here's to Afif and his bottle plight,
In the rap of lost things, he takes flight.
Searching for hydration, a quest so deep,
Afif's bottle saga, let the laughter seep.

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Yo, kickboxing crew, let me rap this tale,
'Bout a light in the room, took a wild flail.
It was hanging high, shining bright and bold,
Then suddenly, crash, the story unfolds.

In the kickboxing zone, where warriors train,
A light got ideas, thought it could reign.
Swinging and swaying, like it's in a trance,
But then it dropped, like a breakdance.

It fell from the ceiling, with a disco flair,
Kickboxing crew, caught in the glare.
Jumping and dodging, the light's surprise,
In the midst of punches, it said its goodbyes.

Afif threw a jab, Raushan ducked low,
Light falling down, like a UFO.
Mikhail did a kick, so high and grand,
The light joined the action, like it had planned.

Now the room's in darkness, but the laughs are bright,
Kickboxing crew, in a comedic fight.
Dodging shadows, dancing in the gloom,
A broken light in the kickboxing room.

So here's to the kickboxing disco, a tale to tell,
The night the light fell, oh what a swell.
In the rap of mishaps, under the moon,
Kickboxing crew, let's dance to the tune!

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Syakir hating robotics but he’s still in robotics rap

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Syakir hating robotics but he’s still in robotics rap

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Yo, gather 'round, let me tell you a joke,
'Bout Syakir in robotics, man, it's no smoke.
He walks in the room, with a grumpy frown,
Hating on the bots, bringing the showdown.

Syakir, my man, why you in this scene?
In the world of wires, you ain't too keen.
Robots moving, gears in a spin,
Syakir's like, "Man, let me out, I want to begin."

But there he is, surrounded by tech,
In the CCA, what the heck?
Gripping the wires, with a sigh and a moan,
Syakir in robotics, like a cyborg groan.

He hates on the circuits, despises the code,
In the world of robotics, he's in a mode.
But still, he's there, with a soldering iron,
Syakir in the lab, like a tech tyrant.

Every robot move, every electronic hum,
Syakir's like, "Man, this ain't my drum."
But still, he's in the mix, with a robot dance,
In the CCA game, giving it a chance.

So here's to Syakir, in the tech delight,
In the funny world of robotics, day and night.
Hating on wires, circuits, and more,
But still in the CCA, like a tech folklore.