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Lyrics
[Intro]
Cold air, bus doors hiss, I keep my hood low
Phone on one percent, still nowhere else to go
South side corners know the weight behind my name
One wrong glance turns a quiet walk to flames
[Verse 1]
You said meet by the off-licence, quarter past ten
I saw two silhouettes, then I counted again
No bravado in the chest, just a plan and a route
Keep your hands where I see them, keep your temper mute
Red brick, wet pavement, sirens far away
Auntie’s kettle on the stove, she expects me home today
But the block writes bills that the house can’t erase
And a young man learns silence from the look on a face
[Chorus]
London shank fight, but I’m choosing my side
Not a headline, not a number, not a mother who cries
If the pressure gets loud, I step back, don’t collide
I want Sunday lunch warm, with my people inside
[Verse 2]
Old trainers by the doorway, rain stuck in the thread
Every promise made outside gets expensive in your head
I know the shortcut alleys, I know the cost of pride
I also know the blue lights make the whole street hide
So I breathe four counts, let the bad thought pass
Put the phone in my pocket, let the moment lose its glass
Tell my brother, “Come home, there’s a future to protect”
We don’t need another name carved into regret
[Chorus]
London shank fight, but I’m choosing my side
Not a headline, not a number, not a mother who cries
If the pressure gets loud, I step back, don’t collide
I want Sunday lunch warm, with my people inside
[Outro]
Cold air, bus doors hiss, but I’m walking away
Same block, new decision, made it through the day
Details
GeneratedAug 21, 2026
Duration1:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark UK drill with a tense, stripped-back arrangement: sliding sub-bass, clipped syncopated kick and snare, fast ticking hi-hats with occasional triplet bursts, sparse minor-key piano stabs, low brass swells, and distant vocal textures. Gritty male rap delivery with tight rhythmic phrasing, controlled menace, and clear diction. Build from a bare eight-bar intro into a heavy verse, pull the drums back for a brief hook, then return with denser percussion and a stark outro. Keep the mix dry and close, with hard low-end, narrow verses, and subtle room ambience.
Credits
Prompt byallkensei
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
London shank fight in the o block drill
