Trapline Throne
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Grime
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Pounding heavy sub-bass drives this grime anthem, layered with syncopated drums and off-kilter rhythms at 140 BPM for relentless energy. Rapid MC delivery spits dense street slang over sparse synth stabs and minimalist production, evoking East London's gritty urban battles. Raw pirate radio vibes amplify the confrontational flow, building to explosive choruses that command the territory.
Lyrics
Yo, ends locked Shadows creeping, mandem scheming No sleeping, street cold, we on the night From council flats to the trap line grind Hustle heavy pockets lined fed circle sirens wail But we dash quick never fail ups lurk in the alley Smoke shank talk, one wrong look, terror remind Draw the line, blood in the pavement, claim what's mine Radio waves, pirate court Spitfire bars, watch em fall, no chains Just the crown I wear, king of the chaos Breathe the air Hold the end, we don't bend, street kings till the Feds reign, we evade Hustle hard, get contained Hold the ends, feel the rage Mandem strong, turn the page No surrender, we defend this our world Come revenge, revenge Urban wars, daily fight pound for pound Own the night, bear struggle Rise from dirt, flip the script Make it hurt, police chase Blue lights flash, laugh in their face Count the cash, pirate signal Boost the sound Crew unite, scowl Fold it down, enemies scowl Fear the name, built this empire Stake the claim, dark streets are the creed Loyal soldiers Wild and free Hold the end, we don't bend, street kings till the Feds reign, we evade Hustle hard, get contained Hold the ends, feel the rage Mandem strong, turn the page No surrender, we defend this our world Come revenge Slow it down, feel the weight, years of pain Seal our fate, but we rise Unbreakable chain Through the storm, through the rain Ends, ends, lock it down Mandem, mandem, wear the crown No backing off, no retreat Street life pulse, elite heat Street life pulse, elite heat Final lap, no looking back, stack the racks Dodge the traps social games We rewrite rules fools crumble We the jewels confront the blue Stare on cold stories, told in scars We hold pride, eternal Turf, divine grind, forever This our shrine Hold the end, we don't bend, street kings till the Feds reign, we evade Hustle hard, get contained Hold the ends, feel the rage Mandem strong, turn the page No surrender, we defend this our world Come revenge Forever No surrender No surrender Fade to render Fade to black But we still here Forever Forever
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