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[Intro]
Black Bulls
Yeah, we back in this
(hey)
Look
[Verse 1]
Cloak on my back, no crest on my chest
Came from the mud, now they call us a threat
Whole squad loud, kick doors, make a mess
Turn every failure to a flex, that’s a test
Outcasts turned captains of the sky
Laugh in your face when you say we can’t rise
Table full of misfits, chips on both sides
Bet it on the Bulls, watch the odds flatline
[Chorus]
Black Bulls, we don’t break, we buck
Too wild, too rough, too much
If you ride with the herd, that’s trust
If you stand in the way, that’s dust (Black Bulls)
Black Bulls, from the gutter to the throne
Turn a rundown base to a home
If they hate, let ’em talk, let ’em choke
We the name that they chant in the smoke (Black Bulls)
[Verse 2]
Boots by the door, we don’t plan, we react
Laugh mid-fight, then we storm right back
Turn one small room to a war-zone map
Every scar on my arm like a victory tat
We the last picked kids that rewrote the draft
Turn a cracked old mug to a gold wine glass
Never fit the mold, so we broke it in half
Now it’s Black Bull rage in a champion’s path
[Chorus]
Black Bulls, we don’t break, we buck
Too wild, too rough, too much
If you ride with the herd, that’s trust
If you stand in the way, that’s dust (Black Bulls)
Black Bulls, from the gutter to the throne
Turn a rundown base to a home
If they hate, let ’em talk, let ’em choke
We the name that they chant in the smoke (Black Bulls)
Details
GeneratedJan 27, 2026
Duration1:49
LanguageSV
Style
rap, Hard-hitting trap beat with rattling hi-hats, booming 808s, and eerie bell plucks. Male vocals, aggressive and tightly pocketed in the verses; hook is bold, chant-like, built for crowds to yell back. Ad-libs splash around the main vocal, with occasional octave-doubled lines to sound larger-than-life.
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OrganicSignal300
OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
Black Bulls, male, rap, trap
