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[Intro]
Ayy—yeah—listen up!
Cold blood, cold steel in the chest of the city.
Heartbeat like a war drum — ready to snap.
You hear that? That’s the thunder comin’.
We goin’ full beast mode — no warnin’, no mercy.

[Verse 1]
Rollin’ out the shadows, pavement talkin’, I’m a sermon in the gutter,
Neon halo cracked — I’m the thunder your mama mutters under.
Chest fulla lead feelings, mind on a razor, teeth bared like a gutter dog,
I move like a rumor, silent steps, then I erupt — fog to fog.
Ain’t no talkin’ politics — I’m the verdict, I’m the judge, the jury, the riot,
Street-schooled, cold-stared, heart wired tight like a spy kit.
They think it’s a flex? Nah, it’s a f**kin’ omen — night lit, fists heavy like anvils,
I feed on that noise, spit back venom, watchin’ whole blocks unravel.
No script, just instinct — predator, not a puppet on a string,
I got that diesel breathin’ under my ribs, ready to do the damage, swing.
This city owes me silence — I’m collectin’ in thunder and smoke,
When I move, the air splits — glass shivers, weak knees choke.

[Pre-Chorus]
Heart drum, foot stomp, every step a countdown,
Eyes like ice, grin mean — I don’t play, I lay down.
Street code, blood oath — breed of the untamed,
When I snap—ain’t no comin’ back, remember my name.

[Chorus]
Guns blazin’ — feel the sky crack open, (Guns blazin’)
Horns of the storm, we comin’ with that locust motion. (Guns blazin’)
You won’t see it — it’s sudden, like midnight rain,
I bring the thunder, bring the pain — full beast mode, no restrain. (Guns blazin’)
Guns blazin’ — lights out, we takin’ over, (Guns blazin’)
Hush the city, feel the rumble under your floorboard. (Guns blazin’)
They sleepin’ on the wolf — that’s the fatal mistake,
When the silence breaks, we eat whole blocks for the take.

[Verse 2]
Cold chain, heavy steps, closet fulla ghosts I feed on,
Got the look of a sinner, soul tattooed like a neon neon.
I move in packs of one — solo, lethal, apex mentality,
Street slang like prayer — survival my finality.
Smashin’ through the lull — I don’t whisper, I annihilate calm,
A sledge of wrath in my words, palms itch for harm.
You think this is flexin’? Nah, it’s practice for the storm,
I lace up anger with intention — fury in full form.
Smoke in my lungs, adrenaline iced in the veins,
I mouth the blackout code, city map burned in brain lanes.
No pregame, no warning, just a midnight proclamation,
I’m the glitch in the system — the unannounced coronation.
You’ll feel a tremor where my shadow touched the ground,
By the time you blink, I been and left — kings fall without a sound.

[Pre-Chorus]


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
Blood on my knuckles from yesterday’s war with a mirror,
I learned to love the chaos — that silence used to scare the terror.
Now I breed storms in my chest, I’m a blueprint of the rage,
Turn the simplest breeze to hurricane, this is the new page.
Concrete sermons, alleyway anthems, sirens singin’ like hymns,
I move with a predator’s math, every sec’s a potential win.
No mercy in the grammar — just commas and loaded verbs,
I speak in consequences, heavy words that disturb.
They pray for peace but I’m the reason they whisper prayers,
I’m the echo in the tunnel — the one that flares, then disappears.
Lockjaw grin, cold stare — got famine in my pockets,
I’m a ledger of debt collectors — collectin’ souls from rockets.
Ain’t no tutorial for survival — only hard knocks and scars,
I walk through the fallout like I own every broken car.

[Bridge]
Aye — I’m a storm in a mouthpiece, fury on the track,
Screamin’ till my throat bleeds — ain’t no goin’ back.
Rage like a drumline — stomp louder than the law,
We the nightmare you denied — now we jaw to jaw.
They sleepin’…
WAKE UP! — feel the thunder, feel the wake-up!
All hell — unleashed, no brakes, no brakes, no brakes.






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