Prompt / Lyrics
INTRO (spoken over smooth synth pads & light hi-hats) Yeah… This one’s for the streets For the truth that don’t get told Listen close VERSE 1 You don’t profit from war when it already on your door Boot licking thugs believes the lie they sell to idiots with drugs Burying men for centuries with war,lust and empathy Real profit happening When the blood moving properly When the maps clean, the speeches out, the word deterrence keeps the people knocked out . Vanguard fits in your mouth without choking you out War machine stacking people without clout while manipulating reality cloud. HOOK (melodic, repeatable) painted into in a nuclear holocaust reality, wanting on the ultimate fatality. When the missiles are already name and the countdown is already engaged. No angles remain, No clever financial instrument to gain. There’s only the big quiet left. VERSE 2 At that point the question is How and Who gets to pretend they were right? The men at the top will still make money right? Rebuild with contracts, funerals, and apologies Blow smoke to those who survive with ideology The state itself is no longer reviving, no corners left no where for surviving backed itself into the corner was wrong, It’s moral bankrupt the moment the needs for hostages to feel strong. Once nuclear annihilation is thrown Profit stops being currency and the truth is known BRIDGE (beat drops, bass & synth hum, vocal echo) The best gangsters create the situation And invite participation VERSE 1 You don’t profit from war when it already on your door Boot licking thugs believes the lie they sell to idiots with drugs Burying men for centuries with war,lust and empathy Real profit happening When the blood moving properly When the maps clean, the speeches out, the word deterrence keeps the people knocked out . Vanguard fits in your mouth without choking you out War machine stacking people without clout while manipulating reality cloud. HOOK (melodic, repeatable) painted into in a nuclear holocaust reality, wanting on the ultimate fatality. When the missiles are already name and the countdown is already engaged. No angles remain, No clever financial instrument to gain. There’s only the big quiet left. VERSE 2 At that point the question is How and Who gets to pretend they were right? The men at the top will still make money right? Rebuild with contracts, funerals, and apologies Blow smoke to those who survive with ideology The state itself is no longer reviving, no corners left no where for surviving backed itself into the corner was wrong, It’s moral bankrupt the moment the needs for hostages to feel strong. Once nuclear annihilation is thrown Profit stops being currency and the truth is known BRIDGE (beat drops, bass & synth hum, vocal echo) The best gangsters create the situation And invite participation OUTRO (beat rides out, synth fades, vinyl crackle) Only the big quiet remain Yeah… only the big quiet
Tags
92–94 BPM West Coast cruising beat Key E minor Synth Bass Thick Moog-style bass, rap Syncopated with kick bouncy, rap
Duration
3:18
Instrumental
No
Created
1/30/2026