

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [Choir rising, slow and massive] Ooh—ahh— Ooh—ahh— From the smoke from the stone from the bones of the old world calling Raise your head raise your heart hear the march and the war drums crawling Voices climb like a flame like a hand on your throat just tightening When the gates when they break every doubt in your chest starts quieting [Drop] [YELL] This that battle hymn this that battle hymn [Chorus] This that battle hymn of the pit (of the pit) Every scar on my skin gon’ spit (gon’ spit) If you want war, better come legit I don’t miss, I don’t quit, I commit (hey!) This that battle hymn of the pit Every step that I take leaves a split You can pray, you can beg, that’s it But your crown in my hand still fits [Verse 1] Walk in crowd hush, air thick Eyes locked you can smell that fear quick Talk tough but your pulse say “not it” Jaw twitch ’cause the truth don’t talk slick I was raised where the love got taxed Where the food got snatched and the rules got scratched Had to carve my name in the crack of the map Heavy bag swing back, put my rage in the wraps Whole life been a midnight round Fists up, chin tucked, eyes on sound Any time I got dropped, hit the ground I was chewing on the dirt, found diamonds in the brown You don’t know about fight with a busted lip Still laugh with the blood on your busted fist Swear oaths by the bruise, not the government Every “L” that I took turned “love” from it So I show up calm in the chaos storm Every shot that you throw just shapes my form You aiming at flesh, I done changed my norm I’m a ghost with a pulse in a human swarm (yeah) When I swing, I ain’t just throw hands I’m defending every time they said “you can’t” Every door that slammed, every broken plan Got a whole damn army in a single stance [Chorus] This that battle hymn of the pit (of the pit) Every scar on my skin gon’ spit (gon’ spit) If you want war, better come legit I don’t miss, I don’t quit, I commit (woo) This that battle hymn of the pit Every step that I take leaves a split You can pray, you can beg, that’s it But your crown in my hand still fits [Verse 2] Why you talk like your soul got sold? I can see in your eyes that your heart turned cold Act hard with a borrowed mold But the mask gon’ crack when the truth unfold You a stand-in background mannequin I’m the last one standin’, panicked management Every bar that I brand is abandonment Of the chains that they clamp on the passionate I been down in the dirt with the outcasts Where the hope and the hurt overlap fast Where the cops ride slow, let the shots blast Then blame us ’cause we live where the shells stack That rage in my throat, that’s real Every line that I write, that’s steel Every “never” they said, that’s fuel I steal Turn a locked gate door to a broke flywheel So when you see me in the ring, don’t blink I been shadowboxing doubt in the kitchen sink I been training in the dark while you chase that drink Got the sweat-soaked floor as my sacred ink I don’t post my pain for applause I just use that weight for a cause You just flex on feeds for a clause In a contract owned by your flaws You a soldier to a trend, I’m a leader to the lost You a purchase on demand, I’m the price of what it cost Every bruise that I gained, every bridge that I crossed Turned a kid from the gutter to a king from the frost [Chorus] This that battle hymn of
Tags
rap, Epic cinematic intro leading into hardcore trap: dark male choir in unison over swelling strings, then a massive drop into deep 808s, sharp snare, and brutal hats. Verses are dense, double-time pockets with gritty male vocals, subtle choir stabs on downbeats. Chorus widens with stacked gang chants, sub-heavy kick, and distorted bass, energy rising each hook. Final verse pushes intensity with glitchy fills and rising FX., deep, hardcore
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3/1/2026