A UK Drill song starts playing over the TikTok story: The Zed-Man throws up gangster signs and raps over drill on the rooftop of some apartment flats. A couple of other gangsters stand behind him.

Listen, man's got a story to tell
'Bout the Devil;  government, who cares? Dey bof from' hell
They pin my hands, my head, control us all
Sendin' mandems on a mission to answer calls

I sign the contract, blood- sell my souls for fame
The end, we're all just playin' their twisted game
Gov'ment owns the Devil, we just pull the strings
Laughin' as we drown in tar, trapped in fucked schemes

Rise up, take back our souls, fight for dem rights
No slaves to the system's sights
Dey have power, but we have will
Mandem rise up! Break the fucking deal!

Beat drops, a demonic beat plays, and the track gets heavy and grunchy.

Man, like the government, watchin' from above
Sellin' us out, for all power, gods show no love
We're pawns in their, disposable tools
Break free, we won't be their fools

Stand tall, united, be one
Defeat the em', set fire to fame, our fight has just begun
Free themselves from all control
Reclaim our freedom, body and soul.

Rise up, take back our souls, fight for dem rights
No slaves to the system's sights
Dey have power, but we have will
Mandem rise up! Break the fucking deal!

Sign the contract, blud- You know who to blame!?
Dem highchair fucks, playin' like they feel no shame!
Gov'ment owns the Devil, but dis is Hell
Laugh, drown in tar, fuckin' yell-

Brr Brr Brr 

Rise up, take back our souls, fight for dem rights
No slaves to the system's sights
Dey have power, but we have will
Mandem rise up! Break the fucking deal!

Stand tall, united, be one
Defeat the em', set fire to fame, our fight has just begun
Free themselves from all control
Reclaim our freedom, body and soul!

I am seriously obsessed with the total transformation that Ezekiel Mandela, aka ZMan, has had. He has gone from being a confident little internet star to a total heartthrob, exuding confidence and charisma that makes my heart race. oh my god

I am completely head over heels for this guy's new persona. His social media game has gone from cute to absolutely breathtaking, and I can't get enough of it. And don't even get me started on his fashion sense - he used to be so basic, but now he's turning heads in high-end fashion that makes my heart skip a beat. But it's not just his looks that have captivated me. His newfound boldness and assertiveness have me swooning like crazy. He's finally found his voice and is taking charge in ways that make my heart flutter with excitement. I wanna talk to him so bad! But I can't just yet! I'm too shy! too much of a nobody!

I am so emotionally invested in his journey, it's unreal. I feel this deep sense of pride and admiration for him, like we have some kind of special connection. I am beyond excited to see him!

I'm gonna bump into him in the hallway! hopefull he talks to me

https://youtu.be/-457LERVm90?si=uJVk-ruthbvX_Hfs

I did this before...

Vaguely, barely what you'd call a metaphor.

Straight line, the task ahead.

Don't skip town, it said, don't be scared... (Yeh)

Take this bread, make a meal

Didn't think this was part of the deal...

And I'm like: fuck this, man... Again? Haha... Yeah, you best know—

It's no time for grace, yet-

Stuff's in the back, consider that fact

(Checked)

Got Four shites under star lights

Blud came outta nowhere, we just said "A'ight"

(Night— Bitch!)

Spitting the fire, like dey say in the eighties.

Come at me fam, come at my mates, please-

What?

You think you can chase us, blud?

You serious?

Nah, fam, you'll be a deadman. Period.

It's a real tough life, innit?

You say your prayers, watch Annie spin it.

Granny's long dead, we just passing through,

Cry 'bout it, maybe you'll be dead someday too

Yeah, I'm bloody cry-in',

not for me, but for you—

Got me excit-ed.

But now you're back again, fam?

Shit. You haven't learnt-

Guess some lessons have to be burned.

Revolve around my revolver round

(Blam Blam)

Say it: you my bitch now—

(Well damn...)

You think you can chase us, blud?

You furious? (Hah!)

Messin' with the wrong crowd

Got a word: delirious. (Helll yah!)

Now, you caught dead in a ditch,

Afraid, blud? But you got your wish

You're roasting alive and we eatin'

You wanted death, so we set up the meetin'

The tempo paces up. 

Hit em with the 12 gauge combo (Brr!)

Mix em, voodoo, a dark art gumbo

We ain't playing, we're paid grands

We throw hands, ASL Fam (That's right!)

We kill, no kidding- (Haha!)

Call it lucky, but the Doc's in it

Sit and tire, the drift finesse 

Murder the road, call me a witness

Okay, one moment (Stop)

Youngblood's got the based movement

Put up the track Princess

Look out, say your good graces

Bend over, we're the Beast-ehs?

Mixtape's dirty, but honey we the cleanest—

We all, end all, man.

You ain't coming back.

We're done here fam,

Just pick up the slack...

(Yeah, Ha!)

The beat stops.

We got a UberEats delivery; 100%, A-Grade, Perfection.

I can't stop thinking about Ezekiel. His photos haunt my dreams, and I find myself staring at them for hours on end. I know we are meant to be together, and I will do anything to make that a reality.

I have gone to great lengths to learn everything I can about him. I stalk his social media profiles, google his name obsessively, and plan chance encounters in the hopes of running into him. I even stole some of his clothing, treasuring each item as a symbol of our connection.

I sleep with his clothing, inhaling his scent and feeling closer to him. I imagine scenarios where I can return the clothing to him, showing him just how deeply I care for him. And I have been teaching myself how to cook his favorite food, perfecting the recipe in the hopes of impressing him with my culinary skills.

My love for Ezekiel borders on madness, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make him see that we are meant to be together. Our bond is unbreakable, and I will not rest until he realizes that. I am consumed by thoughts of him, and I know that our love will conquer all obstacles that stand in our way.

https://youtu.be/2jUoy-IcyHM?si=-SPuaoFE7kQGB-98
Song starts hard, heavy, ready to fight. It's an anthem for a battle.

I'm in the ends where the bronze bulls roam
Got my balls out, ready to take on the throne
Drill rap flow, I'm never alone
Living on the edge, yeah this life is my own

Bronze bulls, balls of steel
In the streets
Where the real ones deal
-
Drill rap in my veins, can't you tell
I'm a king in this jungle, ring the bell
(Ring ring ring)

Yeah, we sneaking off to have fun, while mandem rob you
Got a stack on my mind, gotta get that revenue
In the streets, gotta move smart, gotta stay true
Living that grind, gotta make moves, that's what we do what we do

Breaking the law, breaking your jaw, what mercy for the weak?
We stay lowkey, moving stealthy, me and my team creep
Loyalty is key, we ride or die, through thick and thin
But when it's time to shine, we handle ours and win

Slinking out the back, gotta catch a vibe, gotta live life
While my homies hit a lick, gotta stack that shit, gotta thrive
-
In the game of survival, ain't no room for the weak
We stay on our grind, always chasing that peak

Grew up the struggle, no handouts, just hustle
Living by the code, respect earned, never tussle

So don't sleep on us, we coming up, rising to the top
No time for games, we go hard, never stop
We on that hard grind, hear? Fam
You don't remember? Remind you this Mandem:

Bronze bulls, balls of steel
In the streets
Where the real ones deal

-

I ain't scared of no man or beast
Bronze bulls on the streets,
ready for the feast
YEH, My balls are big,
I'm a different breed
Drill rap lifestyle, that's all I need

Breaking the law, breaking your jaw, what mercy for the weak?
We stay lowkey, moving stealthy, me and my team creep
Loyalty is key, we ride or die, through thick and thin
But when it's time to shine, we handle ours and win

I got drill in my veins. I'm not giving handouts, I've got no fucks to give... You beggin'? Haha

Don't play with me.