Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Ay, don’t leave your boy out Whole squad in a blackout New crest on the flag now They gon’ bow down, bow down (yeah) [Verse 1] We a bunch of born killers Black coats, cold pillars Eyes red from the long mission Whole clan in the wrong vision I leave no witnesses stepping Mask on, every scar a weapon That cold blade always ready Hand still, heartbeat steady Pagoda on fire in the distance Old gods watching my persistence Ink run deep like a blood oath ShadowX written in the cutthroat [Chorus] Follow the new leaders, step in the stampede Zen trap started in the smoke where we can’t breathe Steel on my side and my mind in a calm freeze Ay, don’t leave your boy out when the clan feeds Follow the new leaders, write it in the black ink We don’t blink, we just move when the edge sinks Born killers praying with their hands in a locked link This that Zen Trap, ShadowX, watch the throne shrink (hey) [Verse 2] Backstreet dojo in the night shift Tattoo on my neck, that’s a life script Low chant humming in the background One word, whole block hit the flat ground Cold eyes, still soul in a war zone Meditate, then I carve through a wishbone Talk big, but you shake when the doors slide We just walk through the storm with our jaws tight Every step is a seal on a new pact Every breath is a bet that we shoot back Quiet mind, but the rage in a cage snap Zen on the surface, underneath it’s a blade trap [Chorus] Follow the new leaders, step in the stampede Zen trap started in the smoke where we can’t breathe Steel on my side and my mind in a calm freeze Ay, don’t leave your boy out when the clan feeds Follow the new leaders, write it in the black ink We don’t blink, we just move when the edge sinks Born killers praying with their hands in a locked link This that Zen Trap, ShadowX, watch the throne shrink (woah)
Tags
rap, Dark anime-trap banger with clipped 808s, distorted bass swells, and sharp, metallic percussion. Male vocals, tight double-time pockets on the verses; hook explodes with stacked gang shouts and pitched-down ad-libs. Occasional eerie bell and choir stabs for cinematic flair, drops that yank the beat out then slam it back for maximum mosh energy., anime
Duration
2:02
Instrumental
No
Created
3/18/2026