作词 : K13

作曲 : K13

编曲 : K13

Yo, we move in the ends, blades spark off the bricks (sparks),

Stacks of P's pile high, but mandem trust the shank on the hip (click),

Fed's torch sweeps the block, we ghost like shadows (shhh),

They wanna hear chat? Shells scream louder than their lies (boom!).

Door 23, code rusted red with old blood (rusted),

Table’s set not with cash, but unzipped bando bags (load up),

Don’t ask ’bout my G’s, church bells drowned by fed sirens (wail),

If life’s a jungle, I’m the jaguar creepin’ in the veil (stalk).

Under the shadows, born with blades in our grip (sharp),

Daylight’s a mirage, darkness flips the script (real),

Roads unnamed on the map, we carve history with our kicks (stamped),

If you hear the drill’s hum, that’s my countdown tick (tick-tock).

They rock ice, we flex shells strung like chains (clink),

Every scar’s a CV entry, beats their uni claims (legit),

Deals sealed in blind spots, silence speaks louder than paper (signed),

If loyalty’s currency, this world’s bankrupt, no debate (dead).

Rain nights, engines roar, tires crush old beef’s grave (crunch),

Names etched on stones, soon weeds’ll claim the stage (grow),

We ain’t demons, just God’s overlooked re-up batch (missed),

If light’s cap, I’ll weld this trapdoor shut, no latch (sealed).

Crossroads, opps’ beams slice through the fog (squint),

Glovebox hand shakes, my trigger finger’s slick with sweat (drip),

They want talks? The sermon’s chambered in this glock’s breath (click),

Rule the ends or become footnotes in its text (choose).

Roses in ash, thorns drip with old blood oaths (drip),

News screams "John Doe", but the block knows the code (silence),

My shadow stretches, mirrors the ghost I once cursed (merge),

[039] If violence is legacy, burn the will or inherit? (No verdict).

Phone buzzes, unknown number pins a new grid (blink),

Dead zone warehouse, crates stamped with opp crests (taunt),

I count brass shells like rosary beads—prayers cold (click),

This mass’s offering: the last naive soul I hold (sacrifice).

Under the shadows, blades rust into pens (scratch),

Daylight burns, ash becomes the new cash (circulate),

Maps bleed through, folded to paper planes’ paths (glide),

If you hear silence, that’s my final countdown (zero).

Newborns blink in blood pools, pupils mirror my frame (cycle),

This block don’t bury bodies, just mass-produce graves (assembly line),

Chamber clicks empty, finally I decode the wind’s whisper—

“You are the shadow, the shadow is you.” (Eternal).