Title: Raw & Restricted
Style: Industrial G-Funk / NY Street Snap
Vibe: Heavy, distorted "heartbeat" bass, a metallic snare, and a flow that’s sharp enough to draw blood.
[Intro]
(Sound of a heavy iron chain dropping on concrete. A low, gravelly whisper.)
"Wall to wall... heart to heart.
I’m about to tear this whole thing apart.
Ninja status. No trace. Just heat."
[Verse 1]
I’m a thirty-eight-caliber, New York cold
A story in the making that’s never been told.
I’m a big-girl-banger, thick hips, heavy tread
I’m the nightmare living in a hater's head.
I’m a freak in the sheets, yeah, I’ll throw it on down
I’m the sexiest monster in this whole damn town.
I’m spittin’ bars in my sleep, I’m a ninja with the words
While y’all are just chirping like some basic-ass birds.
[Verse 2]
(Double-time—cut-throat and lightning fast)
High on the life, yeah, I’m high on the chase
Blue lights behind me? Get out of my face!
I’m faithful to my man, yeah, he knows what it is
I’m the boss of the house and I’m handling biz.
Loyal to my homies, yeah, we’re thick as the smoke
The system’s a joke and I’m losing the cloak.
I stay in the hotels, I stay on the run
I’m a high-speed bullet and I’m having my fun!
[Chorus]
So drink a beer, make some love, and say "fuck you" too!
We’re the raw and the restricted—the chosen few.
Walls coming down when the bass starts to hit
I’m a homegrown beast and I’m lovin’ this shit.
Yeah, I’m nasty and funky, original and real
The kind of "G" status that you’re forced to feel.
Tonight we’re the fire, tonight we’re the gold
The only New York story that’ll never be sold!
[Verse 3]
Check the loners, the geeks, the thieves in the back
We’re the ones who survived every single attack.
Rich or the poor? Man, it’s all just a name
When you’re high in the clouds and you’re winning the game.
I’m thirty-eight and lead—I’m a heavy-weight prize
Look at the hunger and the fire in my eyes.
I was destined to break 'em, I was destined to shine
I’m a ninja on the track and the victory’s mine!
[Bridge]
(Beat drops to a dead silence... then a single, massive bass thud)
Break the wall.
Take it all.
Too big to jump.
Too heavy to fall.
One for the stoner... one for the freak...
One for the girl who’s a beast in the sheets.
[Outro]
Yeah.
Ninja status.
Raw. Good. Real.
I’m still here.
Still sexy.
Still high-speed.
Now watch me disappear into the smoke...
(Sound of a sword unsheathing, followed by a massive, distorted bass explosion that cuts to instant silence.)
