Razor in the Rain

(Intro – Raspy, ad-libs)

Yeah… yeah…

Razor blade tone with the bass on swole…

Ayy, turn me up…

Woo, woo—let’s go…

(Verse 1 – Southern Trap x Pop Rap bounce)

I came up from the gutter with the thunder in my veins,

Now I’m drippin’ like a storm, razor cuttin’ through the rain.

Got a halo full of smoke, got a pocket full of flames,

Every step a shockwave, earthquake when I bang.

I’m that rock-star trap kid, 808s with distortion,

Bass kick breakin’ down doors like a forced in—

Heart cold, coded in the ice like a fortress,

Voice raspy, born from a fire that scorched him.

I don’t need luck, I’m the storm that’s chosen,

Flow too slick, whole city feel frozen.

Hit the bounce beat, body move in slow motion,

Then I flip to double-time—rage potion.

(Pre-Chorus – melodic but gritty)

I got steel in my lungs,

I got gold in my talk,

When the beat get wicked, I

Make the whole block rock.

Ain’t no brakes on the grind,

Ain’t no fear when I walk—

I’m the spark, I’m the shock,

I’m the flame in the dark.

(Chorus – EDM drop + rock energy)

Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang like a drumline,

Thunder in my chest, and the world on the front line.

Ridin’ with the bass that’ll crack through a bloodline,

Raspy on the mic like a blade with a rough grind.

Yeah, we rise—never fall, never flatline,

Lights flashin’ hard like a rave in the nighttime.

If you lookin’ for the fire, know it’s right mine,

Wayne-style venom in the bars when I bite rhymes.

(Verse 2 – harder, more hardcore hip-hop)

I’m the king with the crown made of pressure and pain,

Turn struggle into muscle, turn lightning to chains.

I’m a beast in the booth, leave a scorch to the frame,

And my flow too lethal—call it propane rain.

Southern to the bones, from the dirt to the skyline,

Cookin’ with the sauce, every word a divine line.

Trap with the bounce, then I flip to a pop shine,

Then I throw rock riffs—call it genre landmine.

808s hittin’ like a heavyweight punch,

Bars so hard make the universe crunch.

EDM spark when the snare go brunch,

I break every beat like I skip every lunch.

(Bridge – slow, distorted, haunting)

Smoke in my breath, lightning in my grip,

Every word a blade when it cuts from the lips.

Raspy like the night when the shadows all drip,

I’m the wave, I’m the quake, I’m the crash, I’m the split…

(Chorus – EDM + rock final drop)

Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang like a drumline,

Thunder in my chest, and the world on the front line.

Ridin’ with the bass that’ll crack through a bloodline,

Raspy on the mic like a blade with a rough grind.

Yeah, we rise—never fall, never flatline,

Lights flashin’ hard like a rave in the nighttime.

If you lookin’ for the fire, know it’s right mine,

Wayne-style venom in the bars when I bite rhymes.

(Outro)

Yeah…

Raspy voice, big noise…

Southern roots, trap boots…

Rock soul, EDM pulse…

Let it bang.