Message for my enemies

// [GENRE: UK Drill x Mexican Narco Trap]

// [BPM: 142 | KEY: G Minor | BASS: 30Hz 808]

// [VOICES: Gritty UK (Verses), MX Cartel (Adlibs), Whisper: "JF6899"]

// [SFX: Gunshots, Sirens, Crowd Panic]

*(Whisper: "JF6899... guess who’s back")*

// [808 Bass: DUMM... DUMM-DUMM | Hi-Hats: Tsk-Tsk-Tsk]

*🎤* Skrrt—Life got chopped to ten, CPS schemed on my kin,

But my bros flipped the script, fed lies couldn’t stick to my skin.

Fed case? *Brokey* briefs—lawyers crashed out, couldn’t win,

You lot lied in court, tried to frame me for the *ting* in the bin.

Now I’m back, M16, shank tucked where the kicks dim,

Keyboard gangsters tweetin’ from flats? *Dickhead—your chat’s trim.*

*(Spanish whisper)*

"Soy el halcón, no me subestimes,

Balas de oro, mis enemigos nadie los llora,

El cartel respira donde JF6899 mora…"

// [Gunshot SFX x3 | Bass: BRRRRRRT]

*🎤* Pen letters turned trap scripture—*yo*, strip’s lit, no filter,

Old Bill tapped my phone, heard *silence*—man’s a ghost, no guilt, ya.

Fake testimonies crumbled, now your face meets the gravel,

CCTV? *Missing*—tryna link me? *Nah, unravel.*

Prayed I’d stay in the *bin*—nah, two-thirds, I read the law,

Came home colder than Dec, got the *rambo* in the *’Rari*.

Chat ’bout war? *Brrt!* Spin your block, leave your gang in the *slorry*,

Ball’s in my yard—*dibby* opps better duck when I’m *sorry*.

*🎤* Life to ten? *Wasteman*—studied P’s like GCSEs,

Came home fluent in the game, now I’m taxin’ all you *leeches*.

Tried to paint me *violent*? Jury saw through your speech,

Now I’m drillin’ beats for real—*brrt*—shells where your sneaks screech.

*(Spanish chant)*

"Plata o plomo, elijo por ti,

JF6899 no perdona, aquí nadie duerme feliz."

// [808 Slide: WHUUUUM | SFX: Knife sharpening]

*🎤* Ball’s in my court—ain’t no rematch, fam, it’s *murder*,

Bronx bit our flows? *Man’s not hot—M16’s the curdler.*

*(Whisper: "JF6899... message delivered")*

// [SFX: Police sirens fade + 808 BOOM]