Name: Auditor from Hell by Lyrical Warzone
Duration: 3 min 22 s
Description: Molten boom-bap #inferno where a horned auditor in a scorched suit tallies sins like balance sheets. Stamps thump like #kickdrums, #chains rattle through #smokychoirs, and ledgers flip to flames as “DENIED” echoes the hook. #LyricalWarzone spits cold, #surgicalbars—part courtroom, part #underworld—turning moral debt into a ruthless audit with #hellfire #808s and #baroquemenace.

Just Born

POR UN BESO TUYO

Me siento como una fiera
al verte huyendo de mí
no me permites siquiera
sentarme cerca de ti.

Me tachas de pegajoso
porque te quiero besar
y que es el mío un acoso
que no puedes soportar.

Simplemente te diré
que el amor es otra cosa
que el fantasma del ayer
pesa en ti como una losa.

Estribillo

Por un beso tuyo
por tenerte cerca
por abrir la puerta
de tu corazón
detendría el mundo
mataría el miedo
besaría el cielo
por su comprensión.

Por un beso tuyo,
ese que aún no has dado
porque lo has guardado
muy dentro de ti,
abriría un surco
en mi pensamiento,
sembraría aliento
para proseguir.

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Me acusas de teatrero
de despreciar la moral
de anidar en mi cerebro
el gran pecado mortal

Simplemente te diré
que no soy un perturbado:
mi único pecado es...
es quererte demasiado.

Estribillo

FOR A KISS FROM YOU

I feel like a beast
seeing you running away from me
you won't even let me
sit near you.

You call me clingy
because I want to kiss you
and that mine is a harassment
you can't bear.

I'll simply tell you
that love is something else
but the ghost of yesterday
weighs on you like a stone.

Chorus

For a kiss from you
to have you near
to open the door
to your heart
I would stop the world
I would kill fear
I would kiss the sky
for its understanding.

For a kiss from you,
the one you haven't given yet
because you've kept it
deep inside you,
it would open a furrow
in my thoughts,
it would sow encouragement
to continue.

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You accuse me of being theatrical
of scorning morality
of harboring in my brain
the great mortal sin

I'll simply tell you
that I'm not a lunatic:
my only sin is...
is loving you too much.

Chorus



Por un beso tuyo AC

JUST LIKE THAT
Could’ve, should’ve, but I froze on cue
She packed her bags, walked out the blue
No warning signs, no second act
Love was gone — just like that

Won the fight, but lost the crown
Built it up, then it tumbled down
One wrong word, the deal went flat
Fortune fades — just like that

Just like that
Just like what?
Just like , just like, shit like that 

Could’ve, should’ve, held  back
But it slipped away just like that
Life turns quick, no time to react
Everything changes just like that

Dream came true on a lucky call
Choose a number, I chose them all
From broke to rich, no looking back
Light got bright — just like that

Could’ve, should’ve, but it’s a fact
Life rewinds, then fades to black
The story flips, the curtain cracks
Gone in a flash — just like that

Just like that
Just like what?
Just like, shit like that 

Snap your fingers, blink of an eye
Got no reason, no goodbye
The rise, the fall, no time to act
It all ran shit -  just like that

Could’ve, should’ve, but it’s a fact
Life rewinds, then fades to black
Story flips, the curtain drops
Gone in a flash — just like that

Just like that
Just like what?
Just like, shit like that 


Just Like That

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Composition / shiradow
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My House 
I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light
…
In the living room
there were mirrors to make me pretty
sofas and lace everywhere
Persian rugs , watercolor paintings
porcelain cups with little flowers

In the garden
there were children and songs
little huts and hedgehogs’ hiding spots
friends passing through all year long
and colors swirling all around

I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left 
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light

In the bedroom
there were pillows and feather duvets
bouquets of perfume that smelled so sweet
long white sheets for fabulous nights 
and others for the end of life

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light

My house
is just a few walls made of concrete
gray everywhere, from floor to ceiling
mushrooms growing even without rain
at night the cockroaches find shelter there

The garden
is now the kingdom of trash
Rubble, bicycle and car carcasses
Climbing frames like prisons
Rats …running across the grass

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light


Ma Maison (with translation)

 Molten boom-bap #inferno where a horned auditor in a scorched suit tallies sins like balance sheets. Stamps thump like #kickdrums, #chains rattle through #smokychoirs, and ledgers flip to flames as “DENIED” echoes the hook. #LyricalWarzone spits cold, #surgicalbars—part courtroom, part #underworld—turning moral debt into a ruthless audit with #hellfire #808s and #baroquemenace.




Auditor from Hell

Im a Greekxican Born in USA 
HALF GREEK half MEXICAN 
 #LyricalWarzone isn’t just a name, it’s a whole battlefield of sound. It’s the alter-ego that steps into the booth like a warrior on the frontlines, armed with rhymes sharper than katanas and metaphors heavier than artillery. The style is raw, high-octane, and unapologetic — every bar feels like a strike, every verse like a tactical move.

This persona thrives in chaos, weaving together themes of conspiracy, martial arts, and cosmic power into a gritty, street-rooted energy. Imagine a cipher where the mic is both sword and shield, and the beat is the war drum leading into combat. That’s LyricalWarzone’s natural environment.

Tone: Aggressive, strategic, and precise — every word feels like it’s meant to dismantle an enemy.

Themes: Ninja codes, secret histories, forbidden knowledge, urban survival, and universal truth.

Energy: Relentless. No filler, no hesitation, just lyrical strikes back-to-back.

Aesthetic: Shadowy, militant, and mystic. Think tactical ninja gear fused with cosmic glow, like a general of rhyme armies.





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