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Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
They tried to lay me down
But you can’t kill
What was never alive
[Chorus]
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead
Heart cold steel in my chest, that’s lead
Walk through fire with a calm in my head
You can’t kill me
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead
You can’t break what already fell
Turn my own scars to a suit of shell
Hell got a room, but I never quite bled
You can’t kill me
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I was raised on the edge of a bad idea
Hands in the sink, blood circlin’ with the tears
Mama in the kitchen, prayin’ loud to the air
Daddy in the street, same clothes, same year
Every bill late, every plate half-clean
I was eatin’ on anger, growin’ tall on the heat
Learned early, if I fall then I fall on my feet
Life hit me in the jaw, I just tightened my teeth (grr)
[Chorus]
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead
Heart cold steel in my chest, that’s lead
Walk through fire with a calm in my head
You can’t kill me
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead
You can’t break what already fell
Turn my own scars to a suit of shell
Hell got a room, but I never quite bled
You can’t kill me
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead
[Verse 2]
I done slept in a car with the seat laid back
Woke up to a cop with a light in my lap
He said, “Boy, you a case just waitin’ to crack”
I said, “Sir, I’m a ghost that you’ll never quite catch” (ha)
Seen friends turn foes over food and a name
Seen blood on the floor, everybody say “game”
If the reaper wanna dance, I’ma step in his lane
‘Cause I died in my mind ‘fore I ever felt pain
[Chorus]
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead
Heart cold steel in my chest, that’s lead
Walk through fire with a calm in my head
You can’t kill me
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead
You can’t break what already fell
Turn my own scars to a suit of shell
Hell got a room, but I never quite bled
You can’t kill me
You can’t kill me, I’m born dead
Details
GeneratedMar 27, 2026
Duration2:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, menacing boom-bap with trunk-rattling low end and crisp hats; verses ride a mid-tempo head-nod groove while eerie minor-key keys stab around the vocal. Hooks explode with stacked, shouted gang vocals and distorted ad-libs; subtle vinyl grit and distant siren textures build tension under aggressive male vocals., hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Magnet
MagnetModelAria v5
Prompt
Cant kill me im born dead, rap, hip hop
