Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Gold dust On my tongue Red sand In my lungs Concrete In the Nile Steel fang In my smile Borderline On my wrist like a cuff Every scar that I hide Spells “enough” Mama praying on a rug Till it’s rough While I carve my little kingdom Out the rust [Chorus] I got desert teeth Bite down, taste blood in my belief Heat waves Rattling the wreath I don’t bow, I break I don’t beg, I take Got that east-side fever In a deep bass quake I got desert teeth Every word chip a piece of the reef Old gods Sleeping underneath I don’t bend, I burn I don’t stop, I turn Every grain in the glass Is a lesson I earned (yeah) [Verse 2] Black tar On my sole Half cross Half eye of gold Visa stamp Like a brand on a bull Whole world Still calling me “foreign,” I’m full Slang twist Like a blade in the dark Switch tongues mid-bar Still sharp From the block to the bazaar Same spark Turn a prayer into pressure Into art (hey) [Chorus] I got desert teeth Bite down, taste blood in my belief Heat waves Rattling the wreath I don’t bow, I break I don’t beg, I take Got that east-side fever In a deep bass quake I got desert teeth Every word chip a piece of the reef Old gods Sleeping underneath I don’t bend, I burn I don’t stop, I turn Every grain in the glass Is a lesson I earned [Bridge] [Drums and percussion ride alone, vocal half-whispered] Dust in my lungs Ink on my tongue One foot here One in the sun If the gate don’t open I cut my own key If the throne ain’t empty It still gotta see me (woah) [Chorus] I got desert teeth Bite down, taste blood in my belief Heat waves Rattling the wreath I don’t bow, I break I don’t beg, I take Got that east-side fever In a deep bass quake I got desert teeth Every word chip a piece of the reef Old gods Sleeping underneath I don’t bend, I burn I don’t stop, I turn Every grain in the glass Is a lesson I earned (desert teeth)
Tags
rap, Aggressive hybrid Southern trap and industrial Egyptian rap at 140 BPM, male vocals. Swinging trap hats over sub-heavy 808s lock with syncopated darbuka and booming dhol; serrated synth/guitar riffs stab through a distorted vocal chop bed. Verses stay tight and percussive, hook explodes with stacked chants and octave doubles. Bridge strips to drums, modal lead, and filtered vocal before a final, full-impact chorus., swing, industrial
Duration
3:02
Instrumental
No
Created
4/13/2026