[Intro – Whispered Through the Alley Smoke]
[Yellow coat drifting in the pitch-black city,
Detectives in the gutter where the truth gets gritty,
Clock ticks slow when the killers get witty,
Trace that line — heart cold, mind pity… none.]
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Verse 1 – Chopper Flow / Rapid Noir
I’m the trench-coat terror with the brim pulled low,
Roll slow through the glow of a lamppost’s choke,
Every footstep echoes like a gunshot broke,
And I’m huntin’ through the alleys where the nightmares soak.
Dick Tracy mindset with a hardback mind,
Thomas Books taught me how the shadows align,
Ink in my pulse when I track that crime,
And the plot unfolds like a blade through time.
Fast tongue flick like a Tommy gun spit,
Click-clack facts stack — every bar is a hit,
Crooked men run when they feel that grit,
’Cause the square-jaw law never bends, never quits.
Shadow prints thin in the soot and steam,
Truth cuts deep like a jagged red beam,
I’m the nightmare living in the cracks of the scene,
Where the criminals pray but the dark stays mean.
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[Hook – Dark / Pulse-Heavy]
[Down in the dark where the streetlights fade,
I hunt through the city that corruption made,
Tracy in my veins like a hand-drawn blade,
Turn the page — see the rage — let the silence invade.]
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Verse 2 – Double-Time Carnage
Run it like a typewriter snapping when the dead speak clear,
I’m the flash of yellow steel when the truth draws near,
The guilty hear footsteps carved out of fear,
And the ink of my judgment stains every career.
Thomas Books etched lessons in the bones of the fog,
How to read death’s breath in the cracks of the smog,
How the guilty wear guilt like a chain and a clog,
Till I drag them through the gutter where the shadows jog.
Chopper rhythm ripping like a witness on the edge of a scream,
Split seams clean while I craft this scheme,
Neon bleeds green on a crime lord’s dream,
But I break that gleam with a justice extreme.
Street-coded blues in a city of doom,
I read rooms like tombs in a silent boom,
Truth blooms from the fumes as the sinners consume
All the echoes of fate as they choke in the gloom.
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[Hook – Dark Return]
[Down in the dark where the streetlights fade,
I hunt through the city that corruption made,
Tracy in my veins like a hand-drawn blade,
Turn the page — see the rage — let the silence invade.]
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[Outro – Low, Cold Whisper]
[Ink drips.
Clock ticks.
Truth sticks.
This is how the shadow picks…
Another soul to fix.]
KylePatrick
