[Intro – Male Vocal, calm but cold over slow, heavy bass]
[(faint reverb of footsteps on pavement)]
“You boys keep callin’ it war…
But war’s what happens when I’m bored.
You wouldn’t last a round in my quiet.”
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[Verse 1 – Male Vocal, measured delivery]
I see you burnin’ your own supply lines,
Flexin’ in the open while the clock ticks time,
Throwin’ cash in the air while your whip ain’t paid,
Leavin’ trails to your door like it’s all parade.
You call it runnin’ the block, I call it runnin’ blind,
Every word you post paints a target on your spine,
Talk loud, move sloppy, always leave a trace,
Real ones vanish without a single face.
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[Pre-Hook – Half-whispered, predatory tone]
“I watch you trip over moves I’d never make…
You’re playin’ dress-up with lives at stake.”
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[Hook – Controlled gang chant, slow and deliberate]
🎵 Step quiet, move deep, fifty in the shadows creep,
No flash, no brag, just steel where the words should be.
Step wrong, you bleed quick, caught in your own trick,
We’re mafioso, blueprint, battle tact, stone grip. 🎵
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[Verse 2 – Male Vocal, sharper, pointing out mistakes]
You never scout the exits, never count the eyes,
Think the crowd’s your cover — that’s how a soldier dies,
You brag about heat you ain’t chambered right,
Wavin’ iron in the street while you’re lit by light.
No comms, no signals, just noise and pride,
Every loose cannon gets sunk from inside,
You ain’t got a code, just a temper and gas,
I’m a patient wolf that don’t run wild or show my ass.
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[Bridge – Spoken, like a commander briefing troops]
“First mistake — talking.
Second — moving without cause.
Third — thinking numbers mean victory.
It’s not about who’s loudest… it’s about who’s left.”
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[Breakdown – Controlled chant with military snare]
(Call) “What’s the plan?”
(Response) “Silent route.”
(Call) “How we strike?”
(Response) “No doubt.”
(Call) “How we leave?”
(Response) “No trace.”
(Call) “What they see?”
(Response) “No face.”
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[Final Hook – Even heavier, still controlled]
🎵 Step quiet, move deep, fifty in the shadows creep,
No flash, no brag, just steel where the words should be.
Step wrong, you bleed quick, caught in your own trick,
We’re mafioso, blueprint, battle tact, stone grip. 🎵
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[Outro – Low tone, faint echo of boots fading]
“You boys play checkers in a war of kings…
I show up once,
And the game never starts again.”
Chaos_Bringer
