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Block Pyre

Pyre Prowler

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This track pulses with ominous trap-influenced beats, featuring sliding 808 basslines that rumble like distant thunder through gritty urban nights. Rapid, rolling hi-hats drive the relentless rhythm, layered over minimalist dark synths and sharp snare hits that amplify the raw confrontational energy. The production style is dark and unyielding, capturing the essence of street life with haunting vocal deliveries that echo tales of violence and survival.

Lyrics

Shadows creep on cracked concrete Where the sirens scream eternal Glock tucked in my waist Heart heavy like the metal Blocks of battlefield Rival circle like vultures in the mist One wrong glance And it's fireworks, bullets twist Mama's prayers echo faint Drowned by the rapid fire Lost my brother to the corner Now I'm fueled by that fire Sliding through the night 808s rumble like my pulse Enemies plod in the dark But I strike first, no remorse Whispers of the fallen heart These alleyways so cold Gold chains gleam But the weight's heavier Than the stories untrilled Deep, we carve the pain into the pavement Ops lurking But we spin the block relentless Blood on the base High hats ticking like a timer Street life's a plague Cutting souls, no survivor Bang, bang, bang Chosen the void we chase Chased, chased Chased, chased Violence in my veins Wearing war on my face From the trap to the grave We ride or we die Woman, it's nice Weather weak, once compliant Rain slicks the streets Mixing tears with the gutter flow Phantom rides, glides Silent ghosts in the rearview glow I paint these scars in ink But the ink's always red Fed up with the fads Dodging traps in my head Crews thinning out Like smoke from the barrels Kiss one slip And your history dismissed In the abyss Dreams deferred to the dirt Ambitions buried deep But I rise from the rubble Vengeance I keep High hats flurry like footsteps Fleeing the scene 808 slides low Carrying screams unseen Drilled deep We carve the pain into the pavement Ops lurking But we spin the block relentless Blood on the base High hats kickin' like the time Street lights are flayed Cutting souls, no surprise But we lay Angels in the void we chase Follies in my veins We're in war on my face From the trap to the grave We ride or we die Woman, it's nice Weather weak, once compliant Rain slicks the streets Mixing tears with the gutter flow I paint these scars in ink Mixing tears into the ground Vengeance I keep High hats flurry like the time Street lights are played Vengeance I keep High hats flurry like the time Street lights are played Vengeance I keep

Block Pyre

Pyre Prowler

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