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[Intro]
All that mercy talk
Turned to metal jaws
Teeth on every dream
Welcome to the laws (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I was born in the stampede
Steel in my gums, I don't half-bleed
Saw 'em begging in the backstreets
Food on the floor, I took that, that's me
Climbed out of that blackout, cracked ground, bare feet
Every handshake, sharp teeth
Every closed door, kicked deep
If you come soft, then you live cheap
This world eat slow or you die quick
Either take throat or you turn pick
Either write fate or you turn script
Either grab throne or you serve it
[Chorus]
The weak have no rights or choices
Only hear boots and voices
Only fate is to be crushed to dust
Crush or be crushed, crush or be crushed (yeah)
You wanna stand, then break their shoulders
Bite that hand, grow colder
If you don't hit first, you get rushed
Crush or be crushed, crush or be crushed
[Verse 2]
They say "share," I say "scar line"
I don't pray, I take hard time
If you fall once, that's a headline
Fall twice, now you flatline
Look, love don't live in the stampede
Just hunger and a bad need
If you can't hold what your hands reach
Then you turn stain on the backseat
Sympathy's sweet till it starves you
Soft hearts rot, then they carve you
I was that kid on the dark route
Now I write rules on your carved tomb
[Bridge]
You wanna win? then crush that doubt
Tear that fear from your own mouth
If you stay small, they'll push you out
So grow fangs now, or fade out (fade out)
[Chorus]
The weak have no rights or choices
Only hear boots and voices
Only fate is to be crushed to dust
Crush or be crushed, crush or be crushed (yeah)
You wanna stand, then break their shoulders
Bite that hand, grow colder
If you don't hit first, you get rushed
Crush or be crushed, crush or be crushed
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2026
Duration2:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, aggressive trap rap with male vocals; ominous bell loop and gritty synth bass over a slow, stomping beat. Verses stay tight and percussive, double-time pockets on key punchlines. Hook explodes with layered gang vocals and distorted ad-libs, 808 glides bending under snarling lead. Sparse eerie pads in the bridge to let the vocal menace breathe, then final chorus hits hardest with extra vocal stacks and drops., strong
Credits
Prompt by
OrganicSignal300
OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
The weak have no rights or choices! Their only fate is to be relentlessly crushed by the strong!, male, rap
