[Intro – Spoken / Screamed Over Feedback & Distorted Guitars]
Yeah. You talk heavy? — show me.
No ghosts in my mirror, just the one that built me.
Hai, frate… să vezi cum se face. (Come on, brother… watch how it’s done.)
[Verse 1 – Rapped, Tight, Dominant Flow]
I’m that cold-steel syntax — bleed in syntax,
Clockwork mind with a chain-link impact.
Blink once, I flip scripts — click-clack.
Raised by grind, not grace — no pity,
Blueprint brain, back-alley committee.
Art in chaos, sharpened the pretty,
Truth in tone — never chased witty.
Internal warfare — built from thunder,
Empire duct-taped under pressure’s hunger.
Every “nah” they muttered made me stronger,
Now I eat silence — they choke on wonder.
Nu te juca cu focul, mă — (Don’t play with fire, man.)
I’m the smoke and sermon both.
If pain’s the language, I wrote the oath.
If life’s a test — I broke the code.
[Pre-Chorus – Growled Over Rising Guitars]
Talk less — move precise.
Every scar I earned’s advice.
They ask how I made it twice —
Discipline’s the vice.
[Chorus – Soaring / Screamed-Clean Hybrid]
🔥 This is how it’s done!
I don’t run — I rise through the pressure, son.
Every scar’s a lesson spun,
Not blessed — I bled ’til the blessing come.
🔥 This is how it’s done!
Made peace with the storm, not the setting sun.
Talk that talk, but when drums go dumb —
You’ll know what it means when the monster hums.
[Verse 2 – Rapped, Mafioso / Reflective Cadence]
Mind like marble — carved through trauma,
Turned loss to commas — mama, I promise.
Flipped the table, now I own the diner,
Wrote my name — no label finer.
Silence heavy, my name weighs tons,
Demons dance when the daylight runs.
I don’t pray much — I make runs,
Faith ain’t weak, it just hates crumbs.
Blueprint boss — discipline doctrine,
Calculated chaos, confidence locked in.
Every “no” was a bid in the auction,
Bought my peace with caution and options.
Ține minte — (remember this) — calm, not kind,
There’s a line between mercy and wasting time.
I walk it fine like a blade divine —
Half saint, half soldier — both outshine.
[Bridge – NF-Style Reflective Breakdown / Atmospheric Guitars]
Every echo in my head had a price tag,
Every dream I bled built a life path.
Every “leave me alone” was a red flag,
Till solitude taught gods to craft.
Now I move like thunder in a silk robe,
Pressure made peace — peace made gold.
You can’t fake soul with a bankroll,
Can’t cheat pain when your pain’s old.
[Final Chorus – Full Band Eruption / Layered Vocals]
🔥 This is how it’s done!
I don’t run — I rise through the pressure, son.
Every scar I wear’s a sermon sung,
Every bruise I took made the bell that rung.
🔥 This is how it’s done!
No choir, no crown — just the war I won.
If the reaper calls, I tell him “hold up, bruh,”
Still got one more verse — then we’ll talk it up.
[Outro – Spoken / Fading Distortion]
No crown. No throne.
Just proof I grew in stone.
Respect ain’t asked — it’s shown.
That’s how it’s done.
Și asta e tot. (And that’s all.)
SLAUGHTER
