Samurai on the Scene by MIG1274 - Zona

Samurai on the Scene by MIG1274 - Zona

Lyrics

[Verse 1 – Mind Dissection]

I don’t beef, bitch—

I dismantle motherfuckers slow.

I peel back your ego, strip your pride to the bone.

You a knockoff, a bootleg, a clearance-rack dream,

A fraud tryna act alpha—but cracking at the seams.

You talk loud with that hollow-ass chest,

But your courage is missing like your work during stress.

I study your habits like a surgeon craving decay,

Then cut through your façade—

no mercy, no filter, no delay.

I see fear dripping off you like sweat you can’t hide,

And soon as the Samurai appears—

your whole spirit dies.

You brittle, trembling, hiding behind weak bark,

I twist one thought and drag your soul into the dark.

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[Hook – Psychological Killshot]

I split your ego open, let your fears spill out,

Watch you drown in insecurity, choke on doubt.

I don’t argue—

I mentally gut you alive,

Turn your tough-guy mask into a funeral drive.

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[Verse 2 – Jugular Carnage]

Your whole existence is a joke and a half,

A walking disaster wearing failure like a badge.

You crumble like drywall when real pressure hits,

Your backbone weaker than the excuses you spit.

You ain’t a threat—you barely a noise,

A puppet swinging limp while pretending you got poise.

I live in your head rent-free, utilities paid,

You panic whenever my shadow invades.

You bark “boss energy” doing minimal shit,

Meanwhile the Samurai steps in—

and you instantly quit.

I tear your pride open with surgical precision,

Leave your mind dislocated, your confidence missing.

Your lies unravel, your rep goes limp,

You ain’t a leader—

you the warehouse resident simp.

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[Hook – Death Sentence]

I split your ego open, let your fears spill out,

Watch you drown in insecurity, choke on doubt.

I don’t fight you—

I mentally gut you alive,

Turn your tough-guy act to a one-way dive.

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[Bridge – Mental Torture]

I weaponize silence; you weaponize cries.

I swing truth like blades; you collapse under lies.

I twist your identity ’til it snaps in two—

When the Samurai appears… there’s nothing left of you.

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[Final Verse – Samurai Execution]

I drag your ego across the concrete floor,

Till it stops breathing, begging for more.

I tear your façade apart like a corpse in the morgue,

You ain’t a wolf—just a wet match, never sparked, never roared.

I carve you with facts, reality cutting deep,

You lose sleep replaying wounds you couldn’t keep.

When my boots hit the ground, your panic is routine—

’Cause everybody knows:

THE SECOND SHIFT SAMURAI IS ON THE SCENE.

Not a name, not a tag—

I’m the nightmare between.

A shadow that hunts weak egos clean.

Speak reckless again and remember this fear:

The Samurai don’t argue…

he ends careers.