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Duration2:43

Ends on Fire

Dimlight Mandem

Grime

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Pulsing with heavy sub-bass that rattles the core, this grime track layers syncopated off-kilter drums and sparse synth stabs around rapid-fire MC delivery, evoking the gritty pulse of East London streets. Urban samples weave through the minimal production, amplifying aggressive flows about street hustle, mandem loyalty, and rising from the flats. Raw and confrontational, it captures the dark energy of grime's pirate radio roots in a tight 163-second banger.

Lyrics

Ends on fire, ends on fire Shadows creepin', mind a-movin' Hearts racin', street cold We chasin' From the flats we're like flickadin' Bop boys empty, eyes cold like steel Shank in the ways, keep it real, no appeal Hustle daily, trap from buzzin' non-stop Mom can't let the fam drop Rivals chat, breeze, but we clap back twice Rob our dough in veins, pay the price, roll dyes Concrete jungle, wolves in sheepskin Wealth on the mind, escape the sin Bobby chains, I break em with bars Street cold, ends on fire Shadows creepin', mind a-movin' Hearts racin', mind a-movin' Shadows dancing in the grave Rob our dough high, rivals full Urban kings we stand tall Poverty the power, fuel the rush Violence whisper, loyalty bleed Grind never stops, plant the seed When it defaults, trap is splashed in mud Aspiration burnin', let's get a flood Social game twisted, snakes in the grass One wrong step, bullet through the glass Stacks in the vision, pound notes pilin' Preceding decision, family fractured Brothers lost to the beef, revenge on the tongue No relief, no grief Spar streets echo, the ghosts of the fallen MC spit it raw, wolves callin' Don't vibe, digga, harm a dick Struggles my fuel, make it stick quick Rival crews can't shun the sodium Glow shouts tonight, let the man dem know From wrecks to riches or grave in the dirt Streetwise soldier, never hurt Streetlight callin', gangshinin' the grain Rob our dough high, rivals full Urban kings we stand tall Rob our dough high, rivals full Urban kings we stand tall Rob our dough high, rivals full Poverty to power, feel the rush Violence whispers, can we trust? Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo Enter Evo

Ends on Fire

Dimlight Mandem

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