"lyrics": "Yo, check the code, the ends are lethal. This ain't a spot, it's a concrete execution. Rule one: move correct or get chopped. Dark energy locked. Jagga Bootz, respect the protocol. Boom! Violate, prepare for the drop."
},
{
"name": "VERSE 1 (45s)",
"lyrics": "Posted up, never caught sleepin'. Eyes wide, my secrets I'm keepin'. Got vision, seein' through the fog, heavy skeng in the ride, heavier than a log. Send a young G round, they ain't stoppin' 'til the coast is clean. Brothers are certi', your mandem look like a meme. Trap ain't done, the fiend still coughin' and ringing my phone. Chillin' with the plug, stackin' mula on my own. Set up: They creep in, snakes with cheap tricks and schism. Punchline: Found out quick this ain't peace, stuck in the dirt 'cause they broke submission. Ad-lib: Skrrrt! We ain't lookin' for normal pedestrians, we lurky."
},
{
"name": "VERSE 2 (45s)",
"lyrics": "In the crib, just countin' bands, watchin' the fake streams turn up mad. That life's a myth, but I huggin' all the guap I had. Done road with the team, bare amm' loaded in bags. Face all droopy, bro got chains like Gucci. Cut when they see the chopper on the hooptie. Whip that skeng out, watch it sing like Susie. Pull up on your block, man will do it, no plan. Four-door trucks, took risks, bring out the van. Set up: They move with undies, tryna catch me, movin' like birds. Punchline: .44 spin, that's rusty, corn is chunky. Ad-lib: Mad! Flip the packs, need all the mula. Wagwan for the opps? Done the mandem dirty. Skeng's full up. Dash when man pull up."
},
{
"name": "VERSE 3 (45s)",
"lyrics": "I'm the flow master, the lyric is pure toxicity. Wordplay sharp, cuttin' through thick smoke, beef is locked. Loadin' the clip, calculated measure, turning disrespect into my pleasure. Formula's locked, motive hidden. Rival movement submitted, Jagga Bootz tag, flow's official, dominance is vital. Set up: Claimin' the throne, weak effort, won't survive the reign. Punchline: Signed your name on a body bag claim, better sort yourself. Ad-lib: Ay! This is permanent. Watchin' the weak ones break. My influence global, message transmitted, we lurky, get bricks from the plug, my team's certi'."
},
{
"name": "BRIDGE (30s)",
"lyrics": "Hold up, only sound is the final protocol. Ends demand respect, earn the right. Shadow is long, blockin' out the light. Every move is checkmate. Warlord of the sound, unbroken, every word is a promise. Pressure is constant, never lets up. Bass hitting hard, menace with cultural prism. Entered the game without the uniform. 67 style, you know the drill, trust the ends."
},
{
"name": "OUTRO (15s)",
"lyrics": "Yeah. Final warning delivered. ENDZ_PROTOCOL deployed. Run that back from the top. Jagga Bootz production. Don't slip up twice, better watch your life. Ends belong to the master now. No appealin
Style
Aggressive UK Drill: Fast, raw, territorial flows over dark piano loops, skippy percussion, and menacing, dominant 808 b
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