Lyrics
[Verse]
44 in the four door, shadows with the chrome,
45 got a grip tighter than a cyclone.
Mac11 in the glovebox, singin' them hymns,
Drums heavy on the block while the city lights dim.
[Verse 2]
Spaz 12, pull shells like I'm peeling bark,
Fire from the hip, make the skyline dark.
Mobbin' deep through the fog, cold breath on the rip,
Drako starts to speak, let the metal tongue spit.
[Chorus]
Bars sharp, cut steel, syllable missiles,
Words load my clip, let it rip like pistols.
Verbal armories, my vocab equipped,
Bullet rains from my brain, never let it skip.
[Bridge]
Silhouettes creeping, thunder from my diction,
Opps scatter fast, caught in the fiction.
Sword sharper than a Draco's bite,
See the sparks from the barrel, light up the night.
[Verse 3]
Iron lungs fill with smoke, I exhale dread,
Shadows on my back but I'm ten steps ahead.
Blueprints of chaos inked in my flow,
Architect of destruction, the streets they know.
[Chorus]
Bars sharp, cut steel, syllable missiles,
Words load my clip, let it rip like pistols.
Verbal armories, my vocab equipped,
Bullet rains from my brain, never let it skip.
Details
GeneratedMay 20, 2025
Duration1:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
aggressive, heavy bass-driven beat, rap, hard-hitting, deep, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
BloodDiamondVortex45
BloodDiamondVortex45ModelAria v4
Prompt
Rap, bars,44 in the four door, 45 in my grip, Mac11 or a spaz 12, fire from the hip, mobbin deep on an upnorth trip pull out the drako and let it rip, bars and barages of bullets, my words are weapons
