Shadow Vultures

Shadows creep on the block where the sirens scream, Glock in the waist, dreams drowned in the fiends' steam. Paved with regret, concrete veins pumpin' pain, Lost brothers in the mist, chasin' ghosts in the rain. Opps circle like vultures, eyes low, hearts froze, One slip in the trap, and the reaper reloads. Mama prays at the window, tears stain the sill, While I dodge the blue lights, swallowin' bitter pills. Hollow tips whisper secrets in the dead of night, Survival's a gamble, no room for the fright. From the corner store wars to the alleyway graves, We build empires on ashes, slaves to the waves.

Drill deep, feel the bass slide like a blade, 808 rumble shakes the fear we can't evade. Hi-hats tick like a bomb in the chest, Street life violent, put the pain to the test. No peace in the chaos, just the grind and the gun, Blood on the pavement, under the midnight sun. We ride or we die, in this concrete jungle roar, Drill forever, settlin' every score.

Wounds from the past scar the soul like graffiti, Friends turn to foes when the hunger gets greedy. Sliding through the ends, mask on, no mercy shown, Echoes of laughter now silenced, overthrown. Bills stack like bodies, pressure cracks the mind, One wrong move, leave the whole crew behind. Flashbacks of raids, cuffs tight on the wrist, Vowed to rise from the dirt, turn the pain to a fist. Dark synths hum the anthem of the broken and bold, Stories etched in the scars, worth more than gold. Opposition lurks in the fog of the trap, But we strike first, map the path through the gap.

Drill deep, feel the bass slide like a blade, 808 rumble shakes the fear we can't evade. Hi-hats tick like a bomb in the chest, Street life violent, put the pain to the test. No peace in the chaos, just the grind and the gun, Blood on the pavement, under the midnight sun. We ride or we die, in this concrete jungle roar, Drill forever, settlin' every score.

In the silence between shots, hear the heartbeat race, Ghosts of the fallen haunt every empty space. Tears mix with the rain on this endless patrol, But the fire in my veins keeps the warrior whole. No heroes in these streets, just survivors scarred, Playin' chess with the devil, cards never discarded.

Final stand on the frontline, where the weak get erased, Adrenaline surges, taste the metallic haste. From cradle to grave, it's a war we inherit, Bullets like poetry, each one a lyric of merit. Whispers of redemption in the smoke-filled air, But the cycle spins ruthless, catch us if you dare. United by the struggle, divided by the beef, In this drill symphony, find a moment of relief.

Drill deep, feel the bass slide like a blade, 808 rumble shakes the fear we can't evade. Hi-hats tick like a bomb in the chest, Street life violent, put the pain to the test. No peace in the chaos, just the grind and the gun, Blood on the pavement, under the midnight sun. We ride or we die, in this concrete jungle roar, Drill forever, settlin' every score.

Drill deep... forever.