Creepin' Retribution
Ghost Block
Drill
About
This track pulses with ominous trap-influenced beats, driven by sliding 808 basslines that rumble like distant thunder, paired with rapid, rolling hi-hats that create an unrelenting sense of urgency. Raw, confrontational vocals deliver gritty narratives of street survival and veiled threats, layered over minimalist production featuring dark synth stabs and sparse snare hits for a gritty, immersive atmosphere. The overall sound evokes the raw tension of urban nights, blending Chicago roots with UK drill edge for a hard-hitting, jaw-dropping auditory assault.
Lyrics
I was lurking in the cut Eyes like pretty, there's glow One wrong step, and the reaper come to steal the show Fist clenched, guards etched from the wars we fight Loyalty's a blade, cuts deep in the dead of night Hollow tips that go, paint the pavement red Dreams drown in the rain, leaving ghosts in my head Eight-o'er cycles rumble like the ground bout to break Ticking time on this precipice Streetlight calling, violence in my maze Brothers falling, but we rise through the flames No peace in these streets, just a hunt and a kill Survival get buried, that's the wrong religion Nights blend to days, paranoia in my stride Whispers of betrayal trail, trust died on the inside Blocks sing lullabies when they're heated Memories of fall defeated From the trap to the grave, we chase that paper Hate in the air thicker than the pot of vapor Eyes on the prize, but the reaper got aimed Lost my dog to the game, now I'm fueled by the pain When those tented hearts shatter like glass on the boot And the swords on city I'm the one who's gonna kill you I'm the only bruised let's take throat Pause for a breath in the storms are echoes of laughter from the days gone by But the cycle spins no escape from the grunge It's mixed with the blood of the truth and the thorn One more wrong or the clip of regret Fighting demons that the streets ain't forget Fighting demons that the streets ain't forget Streetlight calling, as the cold we live Brothers falling, but we rise through the flames No peace in these streets, just a hunt and a kill Survival get buried, that's the wrong religion Fair is well on the block Hearts heavy, but the struggle's resistant Drill them, etched in the stone We carry the weight, never walk alone On the block, sirens blend the distance Hearts heavy, but the struggle's resistant Your life eternal etched in the stone We carry the weight never walk alone We carry the weight never walk alone We carry the weight never walk alone
Creepin' Retribution
Ghost Block
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