Block Captain

[Hook]
I’m the Block Captain, pressure on the pavement (Drip… drip…)
Gun smoke rising, whole hood in enslavement (Smell that? That’s you…)
Youngins earn stripes just to step in my space
I bless they forehead with a cold case (PLOW!)
Block Captain, trophies on my chain (Captain shit!)
Every scar on my chest got a challenger’s name (Another one…)
Heart still pumpin’, but it pump like a K (Grrrrrrrah!)
If the block gotta eat, then the block gotta play (No survivors!)

[Verse 1]
Dragged bastards by dreads through the pissy hallway (*bleed ‘em!*)  
Left faces lookin’ raw steak, flatline ballet (*mama cryin’…*)  
Stepped over her pain, that’s the price for the name  
Fiend with no teeth still suckin’ the pipe  
Same mouth prayed for her son last night (*no mercy…*)  
Looked God in the eye, told Him move, this my turf  
Pissed on church steps, let the block know it’s cursed (*skrrt!*)  
Young bull played hero, caught him slippin’ at the store  
Pole in his mouth, gargle his last words (*brrat!*)  
Brains on the Frito-Lay, clerk bag it—family pack (*pow-pow-pow!*)

[Hook]
I’m the Block Captain, red drip from my crown (Drip… drip…)
Every step I take, another body hit the ground (BLOCK CAPTAIN!)
Trap house heavy with the weight in the air
But the money keep comin’, so I don’t really care (Captain shit!)
Block Captain, I’m the reaper in the flesh (No survivors!)
Got they names in my clip, thirty prayers for the dead
If you breathe wrong on my corner, you a threat (Load it… cock it… send it!)
Flatline symphony, that’s the only respect (brrat!)

[Verse 2]
I stood over his memory like “this your last reign” (Heh… told you)
Let the moment sit heavy, call it tears for the lame (Drip… drip…)
Bitch in the trap countin’ money, placenta on her hands  
Just dropped a soldier, still workin’ for the gang (*long live…*)  
Cut fingers off for stealin’, fed ‘em to his man  
Stumps still hot, eyes wide—opera in the spot (*flatline!*)  
Turned kids to killers ‘fore they hit thirteen  
Gave ‘em first body, now they worship the machine (*grrrrrrah!*)  
“Heaven too crowded, make room in the grave”  
Wiped blood off they face with a hundred-dollar wave (*forever…*)

[Bridge – whispered, evil]
Smell that? That’s fear cooking in the smoke (Smell that?)
Hear that? That’s hope getting its throat choked (No mercy…)
Feel that? That’s the devil walking close to your grave
I’m the Block Captain, bitch… I don’t save, I enslave (The block… is… MINE!)

[Final Hook – screaming]
BLOCK CAPTAIN! I wear they will like ice (Crown me… or join ’em!)
Turn the whole hood to a ghost town at night (No survivors!)
Ain’t no mercy, ain’t no Christ in my sight
Just the sound of the hammer when it tuck you in tight (PLOW!)
BLOCK CAPTAIN! Crown dipped in red (Captain shit!)
Every king need legends for a throne on the dead
If you stand on my corner, better stand on your word
Or end up another echo that the block never heard (Long… live… the captain…)

[Beat fades with sirens drowning in static]
(whispered) 

Dark Drill, Horrorcore Rap, Street Rap, Phonk, Grime, Gangsta Rap Influence,triplet flow, Hip-Hop