Shadow Hitters

[Intro]
DeeShadowX, you ready to show them what we do? (yeah)
Moving through them shadows
Making names for ourselves
They ain't ready for this
[Verse 1]
Came up from the back row, face in a hoodie, no stage light
Whole squad quiet as a blade when it scrape right
Talk big, but they freeze when the game bite
I don't chase hype, I just break mics on a late night
Mask on, see the red in my eyes when I pass y'all
Cut corners through an alley, every step like a asphalt
Crack, when I snap, every bar like a bad call
They praying for a flag, but the ref took his cap off
Shadow in the doorway, watch how I pivot on sight
Name in they group chat, typed in all caps, all spite
I don't ever bark, I just bite, leave 'em off-white
Whole life felt like a boss fight
[Chorus]
Moving through them shadows, we the hard hitters (hard hitters)
Built our own name, we the born winners (born winners)
They ain't ready for this, better call your sinners (call 'em)
Sharp like steel, move cold like winter
Moving through them shadows, we the hard hitters (hard hitters)
Writing our name in the stone, not Twitter
They ain't ready for this, watch the frame shiver
Two-man squad hit the scene like killers (ayy)
[Verse 2]
Tag-team terror, every step got a echo
DeeShadowX on the crest of the trench coat
Other side locked in, eyes like a death note
Whole path burned in my wake when I let go
Walk where the light don't reach, that's my lane
Turn doubt into dust, made gold out of pain
Saw fate on the screen, hit skip, new game
Now the crowd chant the tag, gotta learn our name
Click-clack tongue, that's a countdown, run it up
Every little slight turned fight, never button up
Came from the cut where they cut all the fun in us
Now every boss bar too strong just to stomach us
You can see the grind in the scars on the wrist bone
I don't need a throne, just a name in their wish list
Whispers in the dark say "please don't diss this"
They just mad 'cause the hits too vicious
[Chorus]
Moving through them shadows, we the hard hitters (hard hitters)
Built our own name, we the born winners (yeah)
They ain't ready for this, better call your sinners
Sharp like steel, move cold like winter
Moving through them shadows, we the hard hitters (hard hitters)
Writing our name in the stone, not Twitter
They ain't ready for this, watch the frame shiver
Two-man squad hit the scene like killers (like killers)
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to half-time, echo on vocals]
Moving through them shadows (shadows)
They ain't ready for the combo (combo)
Two voices, one motto
Make a name, leave 'em hollow (hollow)
[Chorus]
Moving through them shadows, we the hard hitters (hard hitters)
Built our own name, we the born winners (born winners)
They ain't ready for this, better call your sinners (call 'em)
Sharp like steel, move cold like winter
Moving through them shadows, we the hard hitters (hard hitters)
Writing our name in the stone, not Twitter
They ain't ready for this, watch the frame shiver
Two-man squad hit the scene like killers (ayy)

rap, Aggressive anime-trap banger with two alternating male vocals; metallic bells and detuned leads over a rattling, fast hi-hat grid and sub-heavy kicks. Verses slice through with tight double-time pockets and sharp ad-libs, hook explodes with chanted gang vocals and layered octaves. Brief mid-track drop to half-time with echoed phrases before final hook slams back in at full intensity., male vocals, anime