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Lyrics
[Verse]
Echoes in the chamber, armory’s a choir
Whispers of the M4, Glock breathes fire
Draco hums low, a serpent in the smoke
Steel’s my religion, my sermons provoke
Questions flood my head, which one fits my hand?
Do I sharpen my aim or take the street stand?
Philly nights gritty, shadows where I tread
Dealers dodge Freddy, I’m the face they dread
[Chorus]
Voices in the armory, calling my name
Metal’s got a heartbeat, fueling my flame
Which one will I grab? Which one will I tame?
The streets or the range—ain’t the same game
[Verse 2]
Strings of the violin, tension in the air
Cello weeps low, harmonizing despair
808s thunder, my heartbeat's drumline
Decisions like bullets, one moment, no rewind
Do I take the range, precision in my sight?
Or Philly’s cracked pavement, hunting through the night?
Dealer’s paranoia, shadows in their breath
Freddy’s my alias, I’m the ghost of death
[Chorus]
Voices in the armory, calling my name
Metal’s got a heartbeat, fueling my flame
Which one will I grab? Which one will I tame?
The streets or the range—ain’t the same game
Details
GeneratedAug 16, 2025
Duration3:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
layered over a booming 808 beat that punches with raw intensity, violin, cello and violin melodies with a dark, male vocals, tense edge, cello, rap, hardcore, hardcore rap
Credits
Prompt by
Denway
DenwayModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, male, cello, violin, 808 beat,hardcore
I hear voices armory calling my name M4 Glock Draco which one will I grab should I hit the range or go on a Philly street mission dealers beware of freddy
