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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Family first
Everything after
Acknowledge me
[Verse 1]
Walk in slow, whole squad in formation
Gold on the shoulder, built off patience
Lineage long, this a tribal occasion
Talk on my name? That’s a violation (uh)
Seat at the table, that’s earned, not given
Made my own rules, then I made ‘em all listen
Blood on the mat from the wars I’ve written
Every scar on my skin like a holy inscription
[Chorus]
Head of the table, we run this
Bloodline royal, that one fist (yeah)
Hands in the air for the judgment
Say my name loud, show respect
Head of the table, we run this
Whole arena feel that conquest
Knees to the ground or you get checked
Acknowledge, acknowledge
[Verse 2]
Tribal chief, I don’t beg, I decide
If I point once, they collide on sight
Brothers on both sides ready to ride
Turn one doubt into a long dark night (hey!)
Pressure on me? I apply it back double
Put ‘em through a table, turn glory to rubble
Talk big heart but they fold from the struggle
I built this empire straight outta trouble
[Chorus]
Head of the table, we run this
Bloodline royal, that one fist (woah)
Hands in the air for the judgment
Say my name loud, show respect
Head of the table, we run this
Whole arena feel that conquest
Knees to the ground or you get checked
Acknowledge, acknowledge
[Bridge]
This is blood, not friends, that’s deeper
Loyalty sharp, cut clean through sleepers
Turn one glare to a lifelong fever
You with us now, or you food for the reaper (yeah)
I don’t break, I don’t bend, I don’t bargain
Legacy carved in the bones of the fallen
Crowd on fire when they hear me callin’
“Tribal chief” when the whole world’s chantin’ (hey!)
[Chorus]
Head of the table, we run this
Bloodline royal, that one fist
Hands in the air for the judgment
Say my name loud, show respect
Head of the table, we run this
Whole arena feel that conquest
Knees to the ground or you get checked
Acknowledge, acknowledge
Details
GeneratedFeb 5, 2026
Duration2:37
LanguageTurkish
Style
rap, Dark cinematic trap beat with heavy subs and sharp hi-hats, male vocals locked in an aggressive pocket. Hook hits with gang-style chants and octave-doubled lead. Verses ride halftime swagger with sparse piano stabs and ominous choir pads; bridge strips down to drums and bass then snaps back with stacked ad-libs and crowd shouts. Big arena reverb for hype moments, tight on the verses for that close-mic intensity.
Credits
Prompt by
OrganicSignal300
OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
WWE Bloodline, male, rap
