Reaper's Block
Phantom Vulture
Drill
About
This track pulses with ominous trap-influenced beats, driven by sliding 808 basslines that rumble like distant thunder through gritty urban streets. Rapid, rolling hi-hats cut sharply over minimalist snares and dark synth pads, creating a tense atmosphere that amplifies the raw, confrontational vocal delivery. The production remains stark and unyielding, evoking the relentless edge of Chicago and UK drill scenes in a compact 171-second assault.
Lyrics
Shadow creep on the block With a siren scream Locked in my way Streams drowned in the beam I'm circled like vultures Feathers dipped in red One wrong glance And your soul's left for dead Paper broken bottles And bullet cases gleam I'm a craze at night But the reapers my team From the corner store doors To the alleyway fights Harsh to the stone And the flickering lights Slid on the strip Engine roar like a beast Revenge in my veins No room for the weak Echoes of laughter Now silenced by shots Lost brothers in the dirt Tying knots in my thoughts Hustle for the paper But the graves call it quick Every step's a gamble Every day's a trick Blood on the concrete Pain is untold In this concrete jungle Survival cure Go Street kings Grinding chaos No pig is tight Fallen to the grave We chase as tight Ominous beasts Pounding Under blood Red sky No mercy No revenge In the heart of the storm That's how we kill Wounds from the past Guard deeper than blades Ghosts of the fallen Parading the shivers Plotting the dark Maps drawn in spite One false move And you're lost in the fight Whispers of war In the wind Through the towers Power in the strap Blooming like a fire Like dark flowers Nights build the days In the haze of the smoke Choking on memories That the reaper pokes Family fractured Loyal to the chain Breaking under pressure Feeling the pain Slide through the ends Mass on hearts froze Enemies scattered Like leaves in the throes Echo the pain In the bars that split My confession Boo for the angels Don't sit Streets raise a soldier Forging the fire Running bridges behind Climbing higher and higher Street kings Grinding chaos No pig is tight Fallen to the grave We chase as tight Ominous beasts Pounding Thunderclap Red sky No mercy No regrets And I In the heart of the storm That's how we get Pause in the madness For the weight Pause in the madness Reflect on the caution Soul straight to chief In the line that we cross Tears meet with rain On the cold window Playing with the cycle Spins on from us Back in the game One day the silence Might swallow the roar But till then We drill deep Forever at war Streets are deep Drill forever We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the We'll never see the
Reaper's Block
Phantom Vulture
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