[Verse]

Steel toes click on the pavement, symphony of rage,

Piano keys stab like blades in a cage,

Sirens whisper but the bass drowns the pain,

Detroit dirt in my veins, I'm the king of the game.

[Verse]

Fingertips bleed on the MPC drum,

Sniper flow, every syllable's a loaded gun,

Black hoodie shadows where the haters don't tread,

Orchestra of the oppressed, hear the truth in my head.

[Pre-Chorus]

They said I wouldn’t last, now the pavement’s cracked,

Hi-hats hiss like a fuse on the track,

Hell’s choir hums in the subway vents,

This ain’t music—it’s a muzzle’s lament.

[Chorus]

I am the war cry when the streetlights die,

Bassline bombs and the reaper’s reply,

Piano like bullets, the snare’s my fist,

Slim’s shadow conducts the apocalypse.

[Verse]

Concrete jungle where the weak get erased,

My rhymes rewrite laws in ink made of hate,

Pocket full of scars and a mic full of nails,

Broadcast the riots through your speakers in braille.

[Verse]

Staccato flows cut like SWAT boots,

Every verse is a brick through their booth,

Police tape melodies, crime scene hooks,

The gutter’s got Grammy’s they never could cook.

[Pre-Chorus]

They said I wouldn’t last, now the pavement’s cracked,

Hi-hats hiss like a fuse on the track,

Hell’s choir hums in the subway vents,

This ain’t music—it’s a muzzle’s lament.

[Chorus]

I am the war cry when the streetlights die,

Bassline bombs and the reaper’s reply,

Piano like bullets, the snare’s my fist,

Slim’s shadow conducts the apocalypse.

[Outro]