[Intro – Whisper-Snarled, Feedback Buzzing]
Yo.
Ain’t got chrome. Ain’t got grace.
Just fists and fire in a gonk-run place.
Wanna live soft?
Then bounce, suit.
This one’s for the ferals.
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[Verse 1 – Barked w/ Swagger, Dirty Groove]
I ain’t plugged in, I’m just cracked raw
Fist-first thinker, lawless draw
Raised where suits flash creds, but still bleed
And corps stack bodies just to feed their greed
I move like a glitch in a rat’s maze
Speak in teeth, don’t do that praise
Grew up scrapin’ gonks just to eat
Now I chew steel and laugh at defeat
You clean? I’m dirt. You calm? I burn.
You sip tea—I flip tables and watch it churn
This grind ain’t for soft talk or fame
It’s for feral dogs who spit in the game
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[Pre-Chorus – Chanted like a back-alley gang mantra]
No leash
No corp
No code
Just war
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[Chorus – Roared w/ Bootstomp Beat]
🔥 THIS IS THE DEVIL’S GRIND 🔥
No net, no rules, just blood and spine
Where suits get smoked and rats get clipped
And fists do the talk when the words don’t stick
THIS IS THE DEVIL’S GRIND
Street-born, meat-raw, pure unrefined
You wanna live clean? Then go rewind
But me—I’m swingin’ till the stars align
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[Verse 2 – Punched In, Fast + Aggressive]
I don’t handshake—I throw elbows
I don’t network—I break nose bones
You run from beef—I cook it live
While you post quotes, I survive
Corpo rats stay chirpin’ that safe life
But I eat stress with a rusted knife
No plug, no patch, no soft save
Just rage in my gut and my own damn grave
Raised where the creds don’t stretch
Where the street talks loud and the suits get checked
I’m the static in the system, the no-show ghost
You brag online—I haunt your post
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[Bridge – Spoken over rising feedback]
I ain’t your hero.
I ain’t your net-prophet.
I’m the meat in the pit
With the blood-soaked logic.
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[Chorus – Exploding, Circle Pit Chant]
🔥 THIS IS THE DEVIL’S GRIND 🔥
Where peace gets jumped and truth’s all grime
No credits, no likes, just spit and bruise
Where the chooms swing hard, and the rats always lose
THIS IS THE DEVIL’S GRIND
All bark, all bite, all street-defined
So step up, gonk—if you feel that sign
But swing clean, ‘cause you only get one time
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[Breakdown – Slam Beat, Repeated Chant]
NO SUITS.
NO CORPOS.
NO PEACE.
JUST FURY.
NO PATCH.
NO HACK.
JUST FISTS.
AND IMPACT.
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[Outro – Half-Snarled, Half-Chanted]
So raise your guard or kiss the dirt
This grind don’t wait—it hits where it hurts
You want heaven? It’s full. No space.
This is the street.
This is the pace.
🔥 THIS IS THE DEVIL’S GRIND
Chaos_Bringer
