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Lyrics
[Intro]
Rain on the window
Static in the brain, go
Heart on a tempo
Counting every echo
[Verse 1]
Clouds in my rib cage, sky in my lungs
Pressure on my back, but I bite my tongue
Storm on the way, I can taste that metal
Whole life uphill, both feet on the pedal
Mama in the kitchen, pots on the flame
Outside, sky rumbling, felt the same pain
Late bills, late rent, late to the dream
Thunder in the distance, marching to the seam
Room full of shadows, eyes on the ceiling
Every flash outside, matched by the feeling
They said "keep quiet," I said "say less"
If silence is peace, why’s my chest so pressed?
[Chorus]
Thunder in my chest when I walk through
Boom in my breath when I talk truth
Lightning in my veins, let it spark loose
Thunder in my, thunder in my, thunder in my
Whole body shaking when I break through
Clouds gonna part when I face you
Storm in my name, watch it rain proof
Thunder in my, thunder in my, thunder in my
[Verse 2]
Fist on the desk, old wood vibrates
Dreams on the line, that cord might break
Friends turned ghosts when the sky got dark
I learned to light fires from a single small spark
Streetlights flicker, I’m pacing the block
Storm overhead, but I move with the shock
Every raindrop writing down what I bled
Whole forecast living rent-free in my head
[low vocal register]
I was that kid with the hand-me-down jacket
Listening to clouds like a broadcast racket
Now every clap from the sky sound kind
Of like God doing drums for my grind
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
You hear that?
That’s the sound of every "you can’t" cracking
Every door they slammed, unlatching
Every scar on my name, unmasking
[spoken]
When the ground shakes, that’s just proof I’m stomping
When the wind shouts, that’s my thoughts marching
I don’t run from the boom in the distance
I breathe in the storm, call it persistence
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 30, 2025
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Dark, cinematic boom-bap with heavy low-end and sharp hats, male vocals. Sparse piano stabs and distant choirs in the hook, verses ride a swung pocket with layered ad-libs. Big, chantable chorus with stacked gang vocals on the title line, slight distortion on the lead for grit.
Credits
Prompt by
ArlynerSyn01
ArlynerSyn01ModelAria v5
Prompt
story about thunder, rap
