Dark Country Boom Bap

(Key of Dm, 70 BPM, dark country boom)[Verse 1]
I was raised on the Book and the barrel of a gun,
Taught to spot a rattlesnake ‘fore the damage was done.
They slithered in the Capitol in suits of red and blue,
Whisperin’ sweet poison to the ones who thought they knew.
They swore an oath on that old Constitution page,
Then sold the whole damn country for a globalist wage.[Chorus]
Oh, Democrat sedition, hangin’ from the tree,
Rope made of lies and treason swingin’ in the breeze.
Your flag’s still wavin’ but your soul’s long gone black,
When the gavel falls in judgment, there ain’t no comin’ back.
Democrat sedition, dancin’ with the devil’s band,
You betrayed the heart of freedom and the blood on this land.[Verse 2]
They opened up the borders while the cities burned bright,
Called patriots “insurrectionists” for standin’ for what’s right.
Rigged the scales of justice, turned the law into a blade,
Cut the throat of Lady Liberty while the cameras all played.
They laughed in marbled hallways, sippin’ hundred-year wine,
Countin’ thirty pieces of silver one traitor at a time.[Chorus]
Oh, Democrat sedition, hangin’ from the tree,
Rope made of lies and treason swingin’ in the breeze.
Your flag’s still wavin’ but your soul’s long gone black,
When the reaper comes collectin’, there ain’t no comin’ back.
Democrat sedition, dancin’ with the devil’s band,
You sold your own damn country for a fistful of sand.[Bridge – spoken low over a heartbeat kick drum]
Mama always told me, boy, watch the ones who smile,
While they pick your pockets and plan to stay awhile.
They’ll call it “progress,” call it “healin’ the divide,”
But the only thing they’re healin’ is the wound where freedom died.[Verse 3]
One day the people wake up, chains clankin’ on the floor,
Rope and torch and Bible walkin’ through the courthouse door.
No more marble mansions, no more motorcade parades,
Just the cold, hard justice that the Founders once engraved.
And when the sun comes up on that brand-new hangin’ day,
The crows gonna sing the sweetest song this country ever played.[Final Chorus – full band, slow and menacing]
Oh, Democrat sedition, swingin’ in the wind,
Every traitor gets his reckoning for the mortal sin.
Your flag’s burned to ashes, your names carved in stone,
“Here lies the party that killed the land we call home.”
Democrat sedition, the devil’s favorite tune,
Now you dance forever underneath a blood-red moon.[Outro – single slide guitar fading into silence]
Amen… and pass the rope.

Democrat Sedition

Dark Country Boom Bap

Yeah… they meet in the pines where the moonlight don’t reach
Red robes, black hearts, and the screams never leak
Boom bap in the holler, truth in the smoke
This one’s for the children that they never let spoke…[Hook]
They drink from the cup in the underground chapel
Little bones in the fire while the blue-bloods cackle
Rulin’ every nation with a serpent-coil grip
If we don’t cut the head off, the world gon’ slip
Hang ‘em from the oak tree, let the crows have a feast
The elite gotta bleed for the sins of the beast
One rope, one match, no mercy, no trial
Satan’s landlords burn tonight in the country-boombap style  [Verse 1]
Midnight in the mansion, marble floors stained red
Politicians and princes with a child in the bed
Private jets to the island, manifest say “cargo”
Cameras catch the smile when the cargo can’t argue
They own the banks, the screens, the pills and the wars
Feed us fear for breakfast while they settle old scores
Ritual in the basement, candles made of fat
Inverted cross on the ceiling, pentagram doormat
They laugh when we fight left, they laugh when we fight right
Same hand pullin’ strings on both sides of the night
Inherited evil, blue blood never thins
Generations of devils wearin’ human skins  [Hook]  [Verse 2]
Preacher on the payroll, pastor with the goat head
Sunday sermon money built the tunnel where they’re both dead
Hollywood glowin’, but the light is from the pyre
Every missin’ child poster fuel for their fire
They put the symbols in the videos, laugh when we stream
Turn trauma to profit, turn a soul to a meme
Central banks printin’ despair by the billion
While the chosen few feast on the blood of the children
No conspiracy—this is history in plain sight
Just read the guest list from the night flight
We ain’t askin’ for justice, we tired of the charade
Torch in one hand, pitchfork, rope, and spade  [Bridge – half-spoken, low and mean]
Mama cried when the news said “suicide”
But the shotgun was left-handed and he shot from the right
Daddy swore that the sheriff looked away too long
Now the choir sings vengeance in a minor-key song  [Final Hook – slower, heavier drums]
So strike the match, let the pine trees burn black
No saviors comin’—we takin’ the world back
From the castle to the bunker, every crown gotta crack
When the people start swingin’, ain’t no comin’ back
Hang ‘em from the oak tree, let the crows have a feast
The elite gotta bleed for the sins of the beast
One rope, one match, end of the bloodline
Satan’s landlords burn tonight… and the boom bap keeps time  [Outro – fading slide guitar, distant church bell, then silence]
Tell the devil we comin’…
And we ain’t knockin’. [Drop that on a dusty beat with a swung boom bap loop and some eerie fiddle, and it’ll rattle bones in every hollow]

Blood On The Pentagram

Dark Country Synthwave 

MAGA is DEAD
(Far-Right Dark Country Synthwave)[Verse 1 – Low, dusty baritone over detuned lap steel and pulsing 808s]
I wore the red hat proud back in ’16
Rallied in the cold, believed the dream
He swore he’d drain the swamp, lock her away
But the swamp just grew and he looked the other way  [Pre-Chorus – Arpeggiated minor synths rising like sirens]
They sold us golden towers, promised us no wars Gave us Operation Warp Speed and forever foreign shores  [Chorus – Big reverb-soaked vocal, tom-heavy drums]
MAGA is dead, six feet in the ground
Buried with the promises they never kept around
We wanted the wall, they gave us the jab
Now the border’s wide open and the flag’s at half-mast
MAGA is dead… and we killed it ourselves
Believing the grifters in thousand-dollar suits from Hell  [Verse 2 – Spoken-word over eerie theremin-like lead]
They said “Fight like hell” then lawyered up quick
Left the january walkers to rot in the brig
Took our donation money, bought another private jet
While we lost our jobs for refusing the prick  [Bridge – Slow, minor-key banjo drenched in tape delay]
The commies lie with rainbow flags and open borders
But at least they’re honest ’bout the New World Order
Our guys wore the cross while they sold us to BlackRock
Told us it was 4D chess as they picked another lock  [Chorus – Doubled, anguished]
MAGA is dead, drowned in the swamp it swore to drain
The uniparty laughed as they tightened the chains
We screamed “America First!”—they heard “send more to Kiev”
Now the republic’s a corpse and nobody even grieves
MAGA is dead… and the knife was in our own hand
Trusting a billionaire to save the common man  [Outro – Fading FM synth pads, distant coyote howl sample]
So here’s to the ghost of what we thought we’d be
A nation of lions led by foxes on TV
Pour one on the grave, let the neon bleed red
Raise your glass high, boys…
MAGA is dead.  (Final heartbeat kick fades into wind and crickets)

MAGA is DEAD

Dark Country Boom Bap

Yeah… shadows creepin’ in the heartland
From the mosques to the malls, they plantin’ flags in our sand
Radical whispers turnin’ to roars
Time to wake up, America – this ain’t your daddy’s war.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 1 – The Rise]
Started slow, visas and dreams, but underneath the scheme
Mosques poppin’ up like weeds in the American dream
Preachin’ peace on Sunday, but Friday it’s jihad fire
Convert or conquer, that’s the radical wire
From Minnesota streets to Cali shores
They buildin’ cells in the shadows, knockin’ on our doors
Why it rose? Open borders, weak knees in DC
Let ‘em in with smiles, now they plottin’ on you and me
Imported hate, twisted faith, call it what it is
Ain’t about God, it’s control, wrapped in a terrorist kiss.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 2 – The Why & Should]
Why eradicate? ‘Cause it poisons the well we drink
Twists minds of the young, makes ‘em martyrs in a blink
Sharia shadows over Lady Liberty’s light
Honor killings, stonings – that ain’t our fight
Should we? Damn right, for the kids in the yard
For the vets who bled red, white, blue – hit ‘em hard
It’s hate disguised as holy, dividin’ us by design
But we see through the veil, time to draw the line
No mercy for the madness that bombs our parades
Eradicate the root, before it escalates.[Bridge – growled with beat drop, heavy bass rumble]
Black fists raised with white rifles cocked
Brown boots marchin’ with native war hawks
From Harlem to the Rez, from farms to the hood
We built this blood, sweat – now we understood
Unity’s the weapon they fear the most
One nation, under fire, coast to coast.[Verse 3 – The How & Need]
How? Close the gates, vet ‘em like hawks on prey
Deport the preachers spittin’ venom every day
Educate the masses, expose the hidden hand
Arm up legally, stand your ground on this land
Need it? Like air in our lungs, or we

Desert Reckonin

#RAP #AZ

Title: “Drones Over Mission Park”
Style: West Coast 808 rap, lowrider G-funk synths, deep sub-bass knocking like a Charger on hydraulics, hi-hats rattling like chain-link fences, minor-key whistle melody floating over the top[Intro – low, slow, Tucson Spanish drawl]
Yeah… Mission Park raised, 520 ‘til the dirt
Feds in the sky, cartel ghosts in the rear-view
This one for my brother David 2.0… realest one breathin’
Let’s ride.[Hook – sung slow over that knock]
Drones in the sky, red dots on my chest
Ex-cartel ties, still movin’ what’s left
Tucson in my veins, Mission Park on my neck
Don’t know what’s next, but I’m still dodgin’ death
Fake bitches smile, real friends ride or die
Only one I trust is my brother by my side
David 2.0, cool as the west coast breeze
We been through the fire, still rollin’ with ease.[Verse 1]
Born in the southside, St. Mary’s hospital baby
Momma Mexican blood, daddy ghost, never claimed me
Mission Park streets, where the lowriders bounce
Where you learn real quick who really hold you down
Seventeen, crossed the line, movin’ weight in a Chevy
Placas on the dash, burner phone stay ready
From Tucson to Tacoma, Kansas to the Carolinas
Hidden compartments hummin’, prayin’ sirens don’t find us
Feds been watchin’ since I was flippin’ bricks in the desert
Black helicopters circlin’, drones lookin’ perverted
Ex-cartel connects still ring my line at 3 a.m.
“Primo, one more run?” — I tell ‘em that chapter closed, man.[Hook]
Drones in the sky, red dots on my chest
Ex-cartel ties, still movin’ what’s left
Tucson in my veins, Mission Park on my neck
Don’t know what’s next, but I’m still dodgin’ death
Fake bitches smile, real friends ride or die
Only one I trust is my brother by my side
David 2.0, cool as the west coast breeze
We been through the fire, still rollin’ with ease.[Verse 2]
Seen homies turn federal, wearin’ wires under flannel
Seen bad bitches set you up smooth as a love handle
Seen a million in cash turn to a 20-year bid
That’s why I keep my circle smaller than a .38 slug
David 2.0 my blood, my mirror, my twin flame
Same scars, same pain, but never played the snitch game
From the swap meet to the motel traps in Atlanta
He held me down when the plug tried to blam us
Now we legit on the surface, but the past still knockin’
Every new drone in the sky got my old life talkin’
But I laugh in Nahuatl, spit in the face of the reaper
Tucson desert taught me: only the strong get deeper.[Bridge – half-sung, bass drops lower]
Fake love come quick, real love take years
I counted both in tears and in beers
Only one still standin’ when the smoke clear
David 2.0 – my brother, my shield, my mirror.[Final Hook – slower, menacing]
Drones in the sky… but God got the final say
Ex-cartel ghosts can’t touch what He washed away
Mission Park forever, 520 ‘til I lay
David 2.0 ridin’ shotgun all the way
Fake bitches fade, real ones stay
West coast knockin’, Tucson in my DNA
I made it through the fire, still breathin’ today
Freeway to heaven or hell 

Drones Over Mission Park

Dark Country Boom Bap 

Yeah… 1860s in the mud, blood, and iron
Lincoln and Douglass, two different roads, same war
Boom bap in the cotton fields, let the truth hit hard  [Hook – gruff, low-pitched]
From the plantation to the White House steps
Chains break when the pen and the rifle connect
Abe in the shadows, Fred in the light
Two rebels with a cause, swingin’ for the right
This that hardcore dark country boom bap
Emancipation on the track, let the gats clap
Freedom ain’t free, gotta pay in pain
Lincoln and Douglass ridin’ for the chainless age  [Verse 1 – Abraham Lincoln (gravel-road drawl)]
Born in a one-room log, Kentucky mud on my boots
Self-taught lawman, rail-splitter, sharp as a root
Stepped into Springfield, 1837, saw the slave auction block
Heard the hammer fall, soul caught a shock
Ran against Douglas—not Frederick, the Little Giant Stephen
Debates in the dust, seven rounds, truth was bleedin’
“House divided cannot stand,” I spit the prophecy raw
1858, I lost the Senate but I won the moral war
1860, rails to the White House, top hat full of ghosts
Secession bells ringin’, seven states already ghost
Fort Sumter shells droppin’, now it’s war for real
Signed the homies up—500,000 boots of steel
Border states shaky, gotta keep ‘em in the fold
Emancipation Proclamation on the stove, let it simmer slow
January 1, 1863, ink hit the page like a slug
Every slave in rebel land legally free—that’s love
But I knew the loophole, had to kill the root, not the branch
13th Amendment grindin’, last dance with the devil’s plans
Good Friday, Ford’s Theatre, Booth in the balcony creepin’
Curtains for the Great Emancipator, but the dream still breathin’  [Hook]  [Verse 2 – Frederick Douglass (deep, commanding, North-Star cadence)]
Escaped in ‘38, borrowed sailor papers, train northbound
Born a slave in Talbot County, whip scars spell my crown
Read “The Columbian Orator,” tongue became a blade
Self-emancipated intellect, no master ever paid
Abolition halls rockin’, Garrison put me on stage
White folks shook when a black man spoke with thunder and rage
Met Abe in ‘62, walked straight into the White House door
Told him straight: “Arm the black man, even out the score”
 recruiting the 54th Massachusetts, glory in the ranks
Colored troops stormin’ forts, blood waterin’ freedom’s banks
I said the Proclamation was good, but it don’t go far enough
Gotta free ‘em all, not just the ones the rebels rebuff
Pushed for the 13th, 14th, 15th—trilogy of chains broken
Fought for women too—Seneca Falls, my voice was spoken
Died in ‘95, Anacostia hill, still preachin’ from the grave
“Agitate, agitate, agitate”—that’s the path to save  [Bridge – spoken over haunting slide guitar & snare rolls]
Two men, one mission
One from the log cabin, one from the plantation kitchen
One held the pen of law, one held the torch of truth
Together they cracked the spine of the peculiar institution  [Final Hook – double-time drums, choir in the di

Chains And Rails

#westcoast #hiphop

(Westcoast Boom Bap AR-15 Assembly Lesson)
DJ Quik meets Pete Rock – dusty drums, warm bassline, chopped piano loop, whistle hook, 808 cowbell [Hook – 2x]
Grab the Tekmat, spread it on the table, let’s get it
Westcoast way, we buildin’ ARs in four minutes
Upper to lower, pin to pin, no gimmicks
By the time this beat drop out, your rifle finished  [Verse 1 – Lower Receiver (0:00–1:20)]
Start with the lower, magpul grip on deck
Pistol grip screw, ¼-inch Allen, don’t strip the thread
Trigger guard next, roll pin left to right
Tap it gentle with the punch, don’t mar the sight
Mag release – button, spring, catch in that order
Thread the spring on the catch like you loadin’ up a quarter
Bolt catch – roll pin, spring, plunger, buffer
Punch it flush, Westcoast touch, we don’t do buffer
Trigger group – hammer, trigger, two pins, disconnector
Drop ’em in smooth, make sure that hammer sits proper
Safety selector, detent, spring from the grip hole
90 degrees crisp, that click sound cold
Takedown pin, pivot pin, detents facin’ rear
Springs go in first, then the pins appear
Buffer retainer plunger, spring – pop it in the pocket
Castle nut, end plate, stake it, torque it like a socket
Carbine tube – dry or milspec, your call G
Buffer, spring, drop in – lower done, that’s part three  [Hook – 2x]  [Verse 2 – Upper Receiver (1:20–2:50)]
Flip the mat, now we on the upper side
Barrel nut wrench, grease them threads, let it slide
Dust cover, rod, C-clip, spring – snap it shut
Forward assist – roll pin top, plunger down the cut
Gas block – dimple or clamp, line the port exact
Gas tube roll pin, drive it center, no crack
Handguard – delta ring, spring, weld spring, snap ring
Free-float or drop-in, torque it till it sing
Barrel in the upper, index pin at 12 o’clock
Torque the barrel nut 30-80 ft-lbs, don’t overclock
Muzzle device – crush washer or shims, time it right
A2 birdcage or flash can, 12 o’clock on sight  [Verse 3 – Bolt & Charging Handle (2:50–3:40)]
Bolt carrier – cam pin, firing pin, cotter pin last
Gas rings staggered, three gaps, make it pass
Bolt in the carrier, cam pin 90, then rotate
Firing pin drop test – shake it, no debate
Charging handle latch, spring, roll pin small
Slide the BCG in the upper, let the lugs fall
Charging handle next, lock it in the groove
Close the receivers, push pins through – smooth move  [Hook – 2x]  [Verse 4 – Optic, Sling, Final Checks (3:40–4:30)]
Optic on the rail, torque screws 15-20 inch-pounds
Red dot or LPVO, zero at 50, then 100 rounds
Sling swivel QD, push-button life
BCM or Magpul, whatever you like
Function check – safety on, trigger no bang
Safety off, hammer drops – clang
Charging handle back, bolt locks to the rear
Hit that bolt catch – clack, we clear
30-round mag, PMAG or Lancer
Load it up, rack one, Westcoast answer  [Outro – spoken over beat fade]
That’s how you build it clean on a Saturday, loc
Tekmat still spotless, rifle ready to rock
From the parts k

How To: Build An AR-15 In Four Minutes

(Beat drops: dusty drum break, low-west-coast bassline, minor-key piano loop, faint banjo pluck ghosted in the background)[Hook – low, gravelly, almost spoken]
Yeah… first in war, first in peace
First to cross that icy creek with the heat underneath
Wooden teeth, no lie, still bit down on the crown
First gangsta president, put the whole world on the ground
Valley Forge winters, blood froze in the snow
But the General kept marchin’—that’s that Virginia flow
Slavery in the shadow, truth heavier than lead
Still the father of the nation—complicated, half-dead
G-Wash, G-Wash—ghost ridin’ the Delaware
One life, one chance—told the king “catch me if you dare”[Verse 1]
Born on the plantation, Pope’s Creek, 1732
Surveyor at sixteen, already cuttin’ men in two
French and Indian War, bullets whistlin’ through his coat
Four holes in the fabric, angel ridin’ in the smoke
Inherited the land, inherited the chains
Ten thousand acres, couple hundred human names
Mount Vernon marble, blood mixed in the mortar
Still rose to commander when the colonies got tortured
No army, no navy, just farmers with a dream
Redcoats in formation—turned it to a guillotine
Trenton, Christmas night, Hessian mercenaries drunk
Crossed the Delaware River lookin’ like a naval Dunkirk
Ice chunks in the water, soldiers barefoot, half-froze
But they touched that other side and put muskets to throats
Surprise attack, bayonets, no quarter, drums of war
First taste of victory—now the legend started roarin’[Hook][Verse 2]
Valley Forge, hell froze, soldiers losin’ toes
Smallpox, starvation—still he kept the rows
Von Steuben drillin’ ‘em, turned rabble to machines
Continental blue coats lookin’ mean in the trees
Yorktown, French ships, Cornwallis in the trap
Eight years of guerilla, finally made the empire crack
Resigned his commission—coulda been a king, said nah
Power to the people, that’s the ultimate flex, dawg
Two terms then he bounced, set the precedent in stone
Wrote the farewell letter, left the throne alone
But the ledgers still open, 316 souls in chains
Freed ‘em in the will—too late for the pain
Man of his time, monster in the mirror sometimes
Hero when the sun rise, villain when the moon climb
Ain’t no saint, ain’t no devil—just marble with a pulse
First to hold the office, first to know the revolt
Cherry tree myth, nah—but the axe was real
Cut down empires, built one—blood on the steel[Bridge – half-sung, eerie]
Ohhh, ride through the fog on the Potomac banks
Ghost of the General still givin’ thanks
White horse, black powder, liberty or death
One nation under a god with a hemp field breath
Yeah he owned ‘em, yeah he fought ‘em free in his mind
Died on his knees in the snow—1799[Final Hook – slower, reverb heavy]
G-Wash, G-Wash—first namesta with the vision
Led a revolution, built a country out the prison
Slavery stain never wash from the flag
But the crossed that river still echo in the hag
From the woods to the white house, legend never fade
First president, first soldier, first deb

Delaware Ghost

#westcoast #rap

[Hook]
This is America, red dirt under my boots,
AZ in my veins, don’t bring that Sharia to the roots,
You got your beliefs, cool, keep it in your lane,
Try to force that law here? Get sent back on a plane.
Arizona, one state, stars and stripes on deck,
Radical agenda? Get that mess up off my neck,
This is America, ese, show some respect,
Or catch that fade from the desert to the steps of the Capitol steps.[Verse 1]
Ridin’ down I-10, sun droppin’ blood red,
9 on my lap ’cause the border ain’t dead,
I see these cats pushin’ “global caliphate,”
While coyotes run bodies and the fence got a gate,
I ain’t hatin’ the faith, hate the political play,
Sneakin’ through the system tryna change the DNA,
Of the same country that gave your ass a place to stay,
Now you talkin’ “death to the West” on the taxpayer’s pay?
Nah, fuck that, roll the tape back,
Read the Constitution, Article 6, no religious act
Can override the law of this land, that’s a fact,
So all that “Sharia zone” talk get slapped in the cactus.[Hook][Verse 2]
From South Phoenix to Nogales, we been holdin’ it down,
Same blood spilled in Iraq, same dust in this town,
My cousin died in Ramadi so you could speak free,
Now you wave that black flag? That’s disloyalty,
I’ll defend your mosque from any skinhead with a torch,
But the second you push law that ain’t from American courts,
That’s a problem, homie, different kind of war,
This ain’t Paris fallin’, this the Arizona corridor.
We been ridin’ since the ranchos, ask the vaqueros,
We spot invasion tactics from a hundred miles, cero,
So keep that taqiyya talk, we read between the lines,
This America, baby, and the red line’s been defined.[Bridge – half-time, under the monsoon sky]
Christian, atheist, Mormon, Navajo, whatever you claim,
Long as you pledge to the flag and you play the game,
But the minute you schemin’ on replacin’ the frame,
Whole state ride out, put an end to the play.[Final Hook / Outro]
This is America, from the rez to the booth,
Truth over feelings, yeah we speak it uncouth,
Arizona forever, one nation, one root,
Try to change the game? Get smoked like a backwood, fruit.
G-Funk in the monsoon, lowriders still hoppin’,
Copper state stars in the air, we ain’t ever stoppin’,
This is America, love it or get to steppin’,
One love to the real, death to the deception.Beat fades with desert wind, distant coyote howl, and a deep 808 knock.  Locked in. 9 mm on deck now. Arizona still standin’ tall.

This Is America (F* Sharia Law)

#westcoast #hiphop #g-funk

Title: “Chrome By My Side”[Hook – talk box, slow, dusty, sun-warped]
Chrooome by my siiiide, .9 in my waaaist
Ice-cold Coors Light in my cuuup, Arizona taaaaste
Red-dirt mami smilin’, sayin’ “pull it aruuu-round”
American gunslingin’, Coors and puuuussy
Speedway Blvd stretchin’, desert livin’ never faaaade  [Verse 1]
’64 dippin’ low on the red dirt strip
Chrome by my side, .9 sittin’ on my hip
Gold Daytons catch the sun like a mirage flash
Coors Light poppin’, Silver Bullet with the ice-cold splash
Shorty in them cutoffs, tan lines lookin’ lethal
Turquoise on her neck, but the chrome stay see-through
Heat waves risin’ off the hood like chronic smoke
Talk box moanin’ sweet while the subwoofers choke
From South Tucson blocks to the eastside glow
Cruisin’ Speedway slow, let the whole city know
Catalinas watchin’ while the sun bleed red
Chrome by my side, that’s the code we live by, fam  [Hook – talk box]
Chrooome by my siiiide, .9 in my waaaist
Ice-cold Coors Light in my cuuup, Arizona taaaaste
Red-dirt mami smilin’, sayin’ “pull it aruuu-round”
American gunslingin’, Coors and puuuussy
Speedway Blvd stretchin’, desert livin’ never faaaade  [Verse 2]
Backyard kickback, mesquite smoke in the sky
Cooler full of Banquets, stackin’ Silver Bullets high
.9 on the table next to the lime and the tongs
Tío flippin’ carne while the talk box sings songs
Coyotes laughin’ in the dark, but the chrome stay calm
One hand on a cold one, one hand ready for harm
She said “You a cowboy?” I said “Somethin’ like that”
Stetson tilted, D-backs fitted, chrome where it’s at
Neon flickerin’ off the old-school motels
Speedway Blvd forever, that’s the street that never tells  [Bridge – talk box thick and wavy]
Cactus and chrooo-ome
Silver Bullets and boo-tie
Old Pueblo dreee-ams
Till the sunrise tru-lyyyy  [Final Hook – talk box + ad-libs]
Chrooome by my siiiide (locked & loaded), .9 in my waaaist (always)
Ice-cold Coors Light in my cuuup (Banquet, baby)
Red-dirt mami smilin’, sayin’ “pull it aruuu-round” (come here, girl)
American gunslingin’, Coors and puuuussy
Speedway Blvd stretchin’, desert livin’ never faaaade (520 till we ouuuut)  (Beat fades with talk box moaning “Chroooome… Speeeed-way… siiiil-ver…” over distant train horns and that lonely G-funk whistle)

How To: Build An AR-15 In Four Minutes

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