Intro
Step in the dark, I’m creepin' through fog,
Birmingham’s shadow, I’m a beast in the smog.
Razor-edge verses, leave 'em shook with the stroke,
Got the crowd fiendin' for that Ripper Vogue.
Long Verse
Eyes on the prize like a hawk in the night,
I stalk with precision, keepin' flows airtight.
Whispers in alleys, they echo my name,
Sharp with the words, I’m redefinin' the game.
From the Brum streets, where the smoke is thick,
I lace these bars with a venomous kick.
Not here for games, I’m cuttin' straight through,
Surgical strikes, I’m that lyrical ghoul.
No need for the blood, my flow’s just as raw,
Cuttin' so deep, leave the weak ones in awe.
Look to the beat, watch me slice, then bend,
Each word a cut, every line I send.
A legend in shadows, I’m spinnin' the tale,
Birmingham-born, I deliver it pale.
Step with precision, no mercy for fakes,
They tremble when I’m near, hearin' moves I make.
Medium Verse
Face me? You don’t know the fight you chose,
I spit like a blade, each bar composed.
Stylin' so dark, got the crowd on freeze,
In the Ripper Vogue, I bring ‘em to their knees.
Hook
Ripper Vogue, creepin' on edge,
From the Brum mist, I pledge my pledge.
Carve out the scene with flows so cold,
They’re caught in the shadow of the Ripper’s hold.
Long Verse
Silent assassin, I’m back on the prowl,
Watch ‘em all squirm while I lace the foul.
Got ‘em all hooked, on the thrill I bring,
Words cut sharp like a razor swing.
It’s not the blood, it’s the fear in their eyes,
When I’m takin' ‘em down with lyrical knives.
Brum’s finest, the coldest flow,
In the dark, it’s where I grow.
Flowin' like gas in the alleyway smoke,
Brum in my veins, this ain’t a joke.
From the blackened lanes to the heart of grime,
Leave ‘em all shook, with rhythm and rhyme.
Can’t outrun when I’m playin' this card,
I’m the last thing they see in the Brum yard.
Medium Verse
My words cut deep, they don’t need a blade,
Each line’s a scar, that I personally made.
Runnin' the streets like I own this night,
It’s the Ripper Vogue, in full-on sight.
Bridge
Whispers in the smoke, hear my name, it’s fear,
Shadow on the wall, I’m the voice they hear.
From Birmingham streets to the alley’s end,
I’m the one in the dark, with the cold descend.
Hook
Ripper Vogue, creepin' on edge,
From the Brum mist, I pledge my pledge.
Carve out the scene with flows so cold,
They’re caught in the shadow of the Ripper’s hold.
Outro
Fog rolls heavy, but I’m still there,
The ghost in Brum’s chill, breathin' through the air.
Rippin’ the beat like a mark on the night,
I’m the Brum specter, vanish from sight.
