Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Cold air bite, nose run, breath steam Steel shovel on my shoulder like a red beam Name ring out, whole block know the enforcer Musa Barboza, winter time, snow sorcerer Porch light flicker, storm on the news talkin’ Kids at the window, see me and start knockin’ Old heads prayin’, “Hope he hit my road” ‘Cause when that sky turn white, I’m the one they chose [Chorus] I’m the snowplow king in a brick-hard world Move ten feet of ice like it’s one snow pearl Storm comin’ heavy, but I still walk slow Musa Barboza, watch me press that snow Whole town lean when the sky turn gray Call my name, I’m already on the way Big arms swing, yeah, I clear that road Musa Barboza, heavy hands, light load (hey!) [Verse 2] Hoodie up, double gloves, boots laced tight Streetlamps glow on the frost, look bright City talk tough, but it freeze when I show I break banks of white like I’m breakin’ parole Neighbors leave cash in an envelope, facts I just toss it to the crews that ain’t eatin’ off rap Strong back, strong heart, deep cut in the drift Turn a dead block path to a lifeline strip [Chorus] I’m the snowplow king in a brick-hard world Move ten feet of ice like it’s one snow pearl Storm comin’ heavy, but I still walk slow Musa Barboza, watch me press that snow Whole town lean when the sky turn gray Call my name, I’m already on the way Big arms swing, yeah, I clear that road Musa Barboza, heavy hands, light load (yeah)
Tags
rap, Gritty East Coast boom-bap with male vocals; cold, sparse piano stabs over a hard, swinging drum groove and deep bass. Verses stay close and conversational, little room ambience, then hook widens with doubled vocals and gang-style shouts. Occasional vinyl crackle and distant sirens for winter-city tension; last chorus adds ad-libs and subtle choir pad to feel heroic but still street., strong, gangster rap
Duration
2:03
Instrumental
No
Created
1/25/2026