Not My Bag, Baby

(Verse 1)  
Slide through smoke with fists like flames  
In bell-bottom vengeance, he don’t play games  
Soul survivor, underground king  
Got a boot to the system and a fist in the ring  

(Pre-Chorus)  
Dynamite fury, born from the streets  
Taking down jive turkeys and crooked elites  
No kung-fu clown's gonna hold him down  
He’s the baddest blast in this burnout town  

(Chorus)  
It’s *not my bag, baby* — I don’t wear your chains  
I carve truth through the lies, ignite rebel flames  
Don’t need your groove if your soul’s on lease  
I fight with funk and rage till the chaos finds peace  

(Verse 2)  
He’s the legend they whisper, the ghost in their fear  
With a glare like thunder and kicks like spears  
Takes down the system one villain at a time  
With the heart of a panther and a justice so prime  

(Bridge – breakdown with a gritty riff)  
You sold the streets, we took 'em back  
Your polished lies meet soul attack  
Your disco dreams? A funeral track  
This dojo's burned and we ain’t lookin’ back!  

(Chorus – repeat, shout it out)  
It’s *not my bag, baby* — I don’t wear your chains  
I carve truth through

Punk / Metal