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Lyrics
[Verse]
Scribble rhymes on the back of a torn receipt,
Chucks scuffed up, city’s grime under my feet.
Chain on my neck, it swings like a guillotine,
Spit fire in the dark, crown me the rebel queen.
[Chorus]
They want the quiet, but I bring the riot,
Volume up, I don’t do silent.
Crash the system, set the tone,
This world’s my stage, my mic, my throne.
[Verse 2]
Born to clash, I’m the spark in the gasoline,
Voice cut sharp, razor edge on the scene.
Broken glass, it’s a symphony I compose,
Ashes in my wake, watch the empire decompose.
[Bridge]
Knuckles cracked, ready to take the shot,
World too cold, so I’m burning hot.
Paint my path in graffiti and scars,
Fighting in the gutter but I’m reaching for stars.
[Chorus]
They want the quiet, but I bring the riot,
Volume up, I don’t do silent.
Crash the system, set the tone,
This world’s my stage, my mic, my throne.
[Verse 3]
Spit venom, tongue a serpent, fangs gleam bright,
Every word a weapon in this underground fight.
Dagger stare, punk flair, I’m breaking the mold,
This mic’s my scepter, I’m taking the gold.
Details
GeneratedJun 16, 2025
Duration1:45
LanguageSV
Style
aggressive, punk influence, punk, hip hop, rap, female vocals
Credits
Prompt by
batman1
batman1ModelAria v4
Prompt
female, rap, hip hop, punk
