"status": "Pure Grime Metaphor - Total Characters ~2450",
"sections": [
{
"name": "INTRO (15s)",
"lyrics": "Yo, the pressure's on ten. The concrete is heavy. Dark energy. Jagga Bootz is the code. This ain't stress, this is the ritual. Boom! Release the tension, or you break the cycle."
},
{
"name": "VERSE 1 (45s)",
"lyrics": "My head spin faster than a tornado. The block is my therapy couch, this ain't a safe space. Bro got the skeng tucked, that's the only prescription. Talkin' reckless on the line? That's a life subtraction. I'm a nightmare, I'm bigger than a continent like Africa. You will get a Texas-style lyrical massacre. Lyrics fuck up your spine like chronic sciatica. Pull up silent, then we delete the whole parameter. Ad-lib: Bow! They can't match this flow. Certi' in the ends, watch the whole situation slow."
},
{
"name": "HOOK (The Ritual - 30s)",
"lyrics": "Tension release, yeah, we got two ways. Either stackin' mula or we spendin' our days on the strip. The White Girl helps 'em cope, but we make it snow. Skeng on the hip is the answer, that's the one thing we know. Bros move the weight quick, gotta control the pressure."
},
{
"name": "VERSE 2 (45s)",
"lyrics": "I was lurky in the shadows, then I stepped into the light. Got more venom than a lyrical anaconda. Blow off your head with the wicked frenzy, like some crazy factor. I'm too sharp on the mic, that's my dark agenda. The silence is loud, gotta spit my venom on the zoot smoke. Bro's whole operation got exposed, his little trap house broke. I'm stacking notes taller than the eye can see, no exaggeration. Every sentence I spit is a lyrical demonstration. Move-move (let's go), move the heavy bags, gotta switch the course. The guap is the only thing that gives me true force. Ad-lib: Mad! We got that power. Watch 'em fold in an hour."
},
{
"name": "HOOK (The Ritual - 30s)",
"lyrics": "Tension release, yeah, we got two ways. Either stackin' mula or we spendin' our days on the strip. The White Girl helps 'em cope, but we make it snow. Skeng on the hip is the answer, that's the one thing we know. Bros move the weight quick, gotta control the pressure."
},
{
"name": "VERSE 3 (45s)",
"lyrics": "See the opps tryna creep, they lookin' for a lyrical fix. Gotta end this MC like a final Grime flow matrix. I'm fresh like the street code tactic, but I still wear the trackie. This ain't about fame, this is about keepin' the family happy. The Queen got the clean money, while I'm countin' the dirty score. Bros know I want more, knockin' down every damn door. I'm too sick, that's what all the haters are telling me. They want a slice of the life, but they can't handle the felony. Ad-lib: Ay! No forgiveness. This business is permanent, no softness."
},
{
"name": "BRIDGE (30s)",
"lyrics": "The release is necessary, it's a critical, vital state. That anger in the heart turns to fire, sealin' their fate. Jagga Bootz Media
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