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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)
Details
GeneratedApr 13, 2026
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt byRogerHouston
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Hybrid Southern trap fused with industrial Egyptian rap, 140 BPM. Swing the hi-hats over sub-heavy 808s, syncopated darbuka and dhol, serrated riff accents, and مصر-inspired modal runs that lean, tits
