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[Intro]
[distorted 808s rumble beneath whispered vocals]
The bell tolls, count the rounds, it’s survival
Vinyl crackle, the sound’s primal
Knuckles bleed, no revival
[Verse]
Racks on the chest, like a casket I’m stacking
Bar heavy, spine snapping, pressure cracking
Steel plates scream when I grip and I pull
Sweat drips, heart clips, mind locked in a duel
Grind infinite, the grind militant
Weights clank, a war cry, it’s deliberate
[Prechorus]
Cowbell ringing, it’s the call to arms
Every lift a battle, every rep a charm
Dark pads hum, shadows swarm
[Chorus]
Beast mode activated, I’m a monster unleashed
Iron jungle under siege, primal hunger increased
Bass distorted, pulse ignited
I’m the storm they never invited
[Verse 2]
Shadows on the wall, they mimic my form
Sweat pools on the floor, a physical storm
Synth pads haunting, lo-fi haunting
808 kicks got my heart taunting
Every push, I’m a legend in the making
Grip tight, no time for hesitation
[Bridge]
[gritty low vocals with rising dark pads]
Vinyl spins, loops my obsession
Cowbell echoes, feeds my aggression
The bar’s my nemesis, the gym’s my confession
The struggle’s the prize, no concession
Musikstil
rap, phonk, hard-hitting, gritty, lo-fi textures, dark synths, distorted 808s, lo-fi, raw