Words Like Bullets
Razor Roadman
Grime
About
Pounding with heavy sub-bass and syncopated off-kilter drums at 142 BPM, this grime track features rapid-fire MC delivery laced with East London slang over sparse synth stabs and gritty urban samples. Aggressive verses paint vivid street hustles, rival beefs, and rises from poverty in a raw, minimalist production. The hook roars with confrontational energy, embodying the dark, energetic pulse of classic UK grime.
Lyrics
Y'all ants movin', shadows creepin' Came from the dirt, pockets empty Pockets empty, hard ice, cold mandems Schemin' ops, plottin', stories untold Shankin' the waist, break deep Forgotten already, bravado in my veins Fire spittin', words like bullets Poverty chain I snap it now the throne I pull the street cold that schlurzy bleeds Betrayals of Blade Wolf dreams Flippin' from racks to the richest parade Rise from the struggle, this no surrender Urban kings clashin', thunder in the center Dark nights callin', we answer with the The road, street, life, prippin' Forever wantin' more Dreams shatter under boots, gang shadows Dandles dancin', pride fuels the roots Violence whispers sweet, but the cost cuts deep Aspire for the gold while the weak Stay asleep, rob them, lamin' Rise from the struggle Fist clenched, no surrender, urban kings clashin' Thunder in the center, dark nights callin' We answer with the The road, street, life, prippin' Forever wantin' more Ends fate Shadows swallow Mind, I'm eternal Forever wantin' of fate Shadows swallow of pain of rain of pain of pain of pain of pain of pain of pain of pain of pain of pain of pain of pain of pain
Words Like Bullets
Razor Roadman
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