Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Gold chain swingin' Cold rain hittin' the glass City feel vicious I just watch it pass [Verse 1] Lion in the arrondissement Scar on the mind, that’s the ornament Heart on fire on the boulevard Eyes on me when I cross the yard Steam from the café, breath in the air Concrete jungle, they pause and stare Paws on the pavement, hungry and patient King in a kingdom of vacant faces Snake in the grass by the river bend Tongue full of rumors that never end Hiss in the ear like “we could be friends” Smile too wide when the story bends Coiled in the shadows of monuments Selling you dreams in installments I learned the accent of danger quick Bonjour to the blade and the politics [Chorus] Jungle in Paris, crown on my head Lion on the loose, can’t cage what I said Snake in the corner, watch how it move I walk through the myth, got nothing to prove Jungle in Paris, teeth, fangs, pearl Heartbang heartbeat shake this world Lion and the snake in the same cold rain I dance through the dark, let it carve my name (hey!) [Verse 2] Metro roar when the doors slide back Eyes scan faces for the hidden attack Beauty in the arches, blood in the cracks Love on the lips, knife in the back Cheap red wine on the second floor Laugh too loud, still check the door Trust too thin like a cigarette Light it, burn it, breathe regret Lion in my chest when the rent due Growl at the fear, gotta push through Snake in my head say “you’ll fall soon” I crush that voice on the marble noon I’ve been broke by the river with a busted phone Still spit gold by the cobblestone Sky turn pink over towers of glass I keep my crown while the cowards pass (woah) [Chorus] Jungle in Paris, crown on my head Lion on the loose, can’t cage what I said Snake in the corner, watch how it move I walk through the myth, got nothing to prove Jungle in Paris, teeth, fangs, pearl Heartbang heartbeat shake this world Lion and the snake in the same cold rain I dance through the dark, let it carve my name
Tags
rap, Moody boom-bap with crisp drums and warm analog bass, male vocals. Verses sit in a swaggering pocket over filtered French jazz samples and distant crowd ambience; hook widens with stacked chant vocals and subtle choir pads. Final chorus adds ad-libs and extra percussion for a triumphant, cinematic closer., hip hop
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/29/2026