⸻ [Intro – Murky] (Tssk—tssh) Whip that cloak, no face, no trace (skrrt) Magic steel in the case (woo, woo) Still run the place, ayy (brrr, brrr) [Verse 1] Stepped in the alley with a crate full enchanted (ayy, ayy) Runed‑up blades, man the glow look candid (yeah‑yeah) Buyers in cloaks wanna talk that mystic (huh) Pay in gold dust, no notes, no crypto (cash, cash) Move too quick though—flows like a shadow (skrrt, skrrt) Swing one time, make a cyclone spiral (whoa, whoa) Never sold steel that ain’t forged by a pyro (brrr) Heat so mad, make the night turn viral (ayy, ayy) Wizard on the line say he need that shipment (yeah) Sword of the Moonlight—rare edition (woo) Told him “Calm down, bruv, mind your vision (shh, shh) Guards on patrol and they sniff for arcane emissions” (brrr) Still man flip that blade with the force (skrrt) Ancient metal gon’ sing when it draws (whoa) Black market nights, no rules, no laws (ayy) Whole operation run smoother than yours (brrr) [Chorus] I’m sellin’ swords on the black market—mythic (woo, woo) Glow so bright make the whole block vivid (ayy, ayy) Buyer in a mask said he need that spirit (huh) Told him “bring gold, or the deal ain’t finished” (yeah, yeah) Yeah—black market blades, no gimmick (skrrt, skrrt) Blade so sharp make a dragon look timid (whoa) I’m in the shadows where the night feels liquid (brrr) Move too slick, yeah the mystics hear it (ayy, ayy) [Verse 2] Legendary steel got the elves all stressin’ (yeah, yeah) Tryna buy back what their kings kept blessin’ (woo) Told ’em “double up the price, no second‑guessin’” (brrr) They paid on sight—no delay, no question (skrrt) Got a phoenix hilt with a flame that breathes (whoa, whoa) Sword so loud you can hear it wheeze (brrr) Passed it to a knight with a cloak past his knees (ayy) Said he need it for a quest in the Eastern Trees (woo) Every buyer talk codes, talk riddles (huh, huh) Deals go down in the cracks of the middle (skrrt) Whole marketplace full of chants and sigils (ayy) Chains and crystals, wards and symbols (brrr) But I still run through like a boss, no fear (yeah, yeah) Whispers in the dark like “the blade man’s here” (shh) Trade so hush, but the name so clear (woo) I’m the one that the guilds all watch each year (brrr, brrr) [Chorus] I’m sellin’ swords on the black market—mythic (woo, woo) Glow so bright make the whole block vivid (ayy, ayy) Buyer in a mask said he need that spirit (huh) Told him “bring gold, or the deal ain’t finished” (yeah, yeah) Yeah—black market blades, no gimmick (skrrt, skrrt) Blade so sharp make a dragon look timid (whoa) I’m in the shadows where the night feels liquid (brrr) Move too slick, yeah the mystics hear it (ayy, ayy) [Outro – Smoky] No trace… (shh) Just blades… (woo) Underground trade… (brrr) In the shadow arcade… (ayy, ayy) ⸻

Black Market Swords