Lyrics
[Verse]
Ridin’ in shadows, a cloak on my steed,
Whispers of war, but I plant the seed.
Poverty bleeds while the vultures they feast,
I’m the fifth horseman bringin’ fire for peace.
[Verse 2]
Famine in the lungs, death on the breath,
Every step closer to conquer what's left.
I harvest pain like a scythe in the night,
Flippin' the script, turnin’ wrong into right.
[Chorus]
War is clashin’, famine's in the air,
Death riding shotgun, conquest don’t care.
I’m the last rider, breaking the despair,
Fifth horseman comes, hands raised in a prayer.
[Bridge]
Fast or slow pace, truth rides heavy,
Crossroads carved, my blade stays steady.
Wrongs stitched into the skin of the globe,
From the rubble I rise, chaos I probe.
[Verse 3]
Campaign of shame, but I rewrite the map,
Feeding the famished with syllables that snap.
Every bar's a battle, each rhyme’s a cure,
It ain't just about what’s pain but what’s pure.
[Chorus]
War is clashin’, famine's in the air,
Death riding shotgun, conquest don’t care.
I’m the last rider, breaking the despair,
Fifth horseman comes, hands raised in a prayer.
Style
hip hopslowdeepdynamic bpm shiftspowerful flowsdeep raspy male vocalsrap
Prompt
War famine conquest and death, i am the fith forsemen to make it right with what's left, genius worldplay and flows with powerful deep raspy vocals., rap, hip hop fast and slow bpm, catchy hook
Credits
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BloodDiamondVortex45
BloodDiamondVortex45GeneratedMay 20, 2025
ModelAria v4
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