[Intro – Male Vocal, cold and steady over slow war drums]
[(faint echo of boots on wet pavement)]
“You boys crash out ‘cause you got no rules.
Me? I fight for the thrill —
But I fight to win.”
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[Verse 1 – Aggressive, precise cadence]
You flash stacks, but that ride’s on lease,
I’m stackin’ maps, exits marked in grease,
While you’re on the ‘Gram with your shaky chrome,
I’m ghostin’ alleys, makin’ war my home.
You call it beef, but your playbook’s thin,
Every wild swing leaves a hole to win,
You run the block like a drunk parade,
I run mine like a strike brigade.
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[Pre-Chorus – Low, deliberate delivery]
Sell when I sell, take when I take,
Earn my scratch while the weak ones break,
Thrill of the brawl’s like blood in my teeth,
But I keep my head while the street runs heat.
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[Chorus – War chant style, boots stomping beat]
🎵 This is control, this is combat bred,
Every move’s calculated, every word’s lead,
I fight for the rush, but I fight with code,
God Killer rules on a one-way road.
This is control, this is soldier’s art,
Every blow’s precise, every kill’s on chart,
I live for the clash, but I keep my soul,
Battle junky heart, always in control. 🎵
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[Verse 2 – Tactical breakdown, mocking mistakes]
You never check angles, never check glass,
Every step you take leaves prints on the grass,
You pull heat in the light, no cover, no plan,
I’m ten moves ahead before the brawl began.
Your crew’s too loud, no comms, no code,
Mine’s fifty deep in a silent load,
We move like a tide, then vanish in smoke,
You move like a mark and choke on the choke.
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[Bridge – Spoken, like a commander briefing troops]
“First rule — control your field.
Second — never fight without purpose.
Third — if the fight’s just for fun…
Win it anyway.”
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[Breakdown – Call & Response, militant tone]
(Call) “How we step?”
(Response) “Tight and clean!”
(Call) “Why we fight?”
(Response) “For the scene!”
(Call) “What we leave?”
(Response) “No trace!”
(Call) “What they see?”
(Response) “No face!”
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[Final Chorus – Heavier, full war energy]
This is control, this is combat bred,
Every move’s calculated, every word’s lead,
I fight for the rush, but I fight with code,
God Killer rules on a one-way road.
This is control, this is soldier’s art,
Every blow’s precise, every kill’s on chart,
I live for the clash, but I keep my soul,
Battle junky heart, always in control.
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[Outro – Low whisper over fading drums]
“The chaos feeds me…
The control defines me
Scorched earth is the way it should be
Chaos_Bringer
