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Duration4:10

Blood on the Road

Block Serpent

Drill

About

Pulsing with gliding sliding 808 basslines and rapid rolling hi-hats over dark synth pads, this track builds relentless ominous tension through sparse minimalist trap beats. Confrontational rap flow spits raw tales of betrayal, street violence, and survival, with gritty vocals dominating the ominous production. Sparse piano stabs and heavy low-end evoke the perilous grit of urban block life.

Lyrics

Shadows creep, block on fire, rocks lurking Hearts wired, no peace Just a wire, survival's the empire Grew up dodging hollow tips Concrete veins, wrinkled loyalty, a ghost turned snake When the pressure folded, block bleeds red Every corner got a story untold, I clutched the heel Finger twitching, radio unloved, homie switched sides Whisper names in the dead of night, now it's shadow sun Paid a price for the false light, street Whisper warning, but the beef not a false light Streets whisper warnings, but the beef never dies Quiet guns sing louder than regrets Turned peace to riot, pockets empty Dreams buried under broken glass Hustle for the bad, dodge the big at last Enemy, circle like vultures, eyes full of spite One wrong move, lights out, fade in the blade On my side, forgive, not revenge The only tie from the mud I rose Iron will ups talk, iron will ups talk too But they fall when it's real Slide on the rocks, no mercy in my soulblocks Watch the weak ones, lose control, loyal Can't handle the heat, no love lost Just a reaper's receipt, hood anthem, we feast on defeat Lights blend, you turn the lights on Paranoid, my closest kin Echoes of shot dream, where do I begin? Parvati's chain, wrapped around my kin Dealing the dark, sin for sin Win for win, close friend turned foe Sold a code for a dime, now his name etched in chalk End of the line, weapons whisper promises Still never lies, pull up mask No goodbyes, just good eyes, urban jungle Predators feast on the frail, I built my throne from the ashes Never farewell's plot never farewell's plot But their plans crumble like clip clears the block And trust we don't rest emotional scars Now I'm cursed with the best flex I'm in Turn grief to the grind, survival's my crown Leave the weak behind Slot on the locks, no mercy and my soul clocks pop Watch the weak ones lose, betray and pay the toll, drill life Hearts cold, blood on the road slide Bodies drop like the beat and be scared Can't handle the heat, no love lost Just a reaper's receipt, hood anthem, we feast on The fiend The fiend The fiend

Blood on the Road

Block Serpent

Preview

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