[Intro]
[Heavy 808 rumble]
Yeah…
Strap the scars on my face…
This ain’t fashion, this is fuckin’ war paint.
[Verse 1]
I don’t wear no mask, I bleed on the beat,
Every line is a weapon, every rhyme’s concrete.
Scars on my skin ain’t shame, they’re proof,
That I’ve been through hell and came back with the truth.
Fuck peace, I was raised in the fire and the smoke,
Taught to bite through the pain when the system broke.
I ain’t prayin’ for a savior, I became my own saint,
These bars are my bullets, these scars my war paint.
[Hook]
This is my war paint, blood on my face,
Every cut, every bruise — I wear it with grace.
War paint, fuck fate, I’ll never back down,
I’m a king with no crown, still I’ll burn this town.
[Verse 2]
I don’t hide from the dark, I carve my name in it,
If life dealt pain, then I’ll fucking spit flame with it.
Every curse is a prayer, every verse is a fight,
I’m the shadow in the day, I’m the fire in the night.
You can keep your fake halos, I don’t wear disguise,
I got rage in my blood and the war in my eyes.
I ain’t beggin’ for respect, bitch, I’ll take that shit,
With my knuckles in the dirt and my teeth grit thick.
[Hook]
This is my war paint, blood on my face,
Every cut, every bruise — I wear it with grace.
War paint, fuck fate, I’ll never back down,
I’m a king with no crown, still I’ll burn this town.
[Bridge] [beat slows, eerie bells, whispering growl]
Yeah… every scar is scripture, every line’s a blade,
Every loss that I took made the beast I became.
So don’t pray for my soul, it’s already too late,
I was born for the fight — baptized in hate.
[Verse 3]
So I march with the broken, the lost, the damned,
With the blood on my fists and the mic in my hand.
If you’re lookin’ for mercy, you won’t find it here,
I turn pain into power, rage into fear.
Fuck destiny, I’ll carve it myself in the stone,
I was bred in the dark, now I stand full grown.
You can bury me deep, but I’ll rise from the grave,
With my war paint on — I was born to be brave.
[Final Hook / Outro]
This is my war paint, blood on my face,
Every cut, every bruise — I wear it with grace.
War paint, fuck fate, I’ll never back down,
I’m a king with no crown, still I’ll burn this town.
[echo, distorted]
War paint… war paint…
Yeah… my soul’s in the flame.
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