“Marked”

[Intro – 0:00–0:15]
(soft piano riff plays)
“Aight, lemme tell you how it went down…”
(beat drops)
“You gotta move different… when your bloodline lethal.”
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[Verse 1 – 0:15–1:00]
Saw her post, she slid with the fam,
Knew right then — I’m changin' the plan.
Scope on lock, got the drop from Cam,
He said they movin' late, near 10.
So I wait — all black, no tag,
Chakra cold, soul in the bag.
Talked sweet, but my blade don’t lag,
She laughed once — now she in a frag.
Snuck through the side door, light on dim,
Her guy on the couch — I ain’t seen him.
But he blinked, I blinked, drew steel on whim,
No noise, just flame — straight through his brim. (grrah!)
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[Hook – 1:00–1:30]
It’s a mark, not a maybe — you next. (Uh huh)
I don’t fold, I finesse with flex. (Facts)
Talk wrong, now you talkin' to death. (Boom!)
I don’t threaten, I promise, no breath.
Call me Bella — but I ain’t sweet,
Move like art but my hands elite.
Think you good ‘cause you playin’ street?
Try me — get rocked off beat. (Boom!)
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[Verse 2 – 1:30–2:15]
Two days later, I peep her sis,
Tryna act bold — lips all hiss.
She don’t know I walk with a list,
Every name get checked off crisp.
No loud moves, I move like mist,
One wrong glance — then clink, then twist.
She reach, I reach, got caught in a clinch,
She cried “please!” — too late, that’s rinse.
Then I dip, hoodie low, blood warm,
Can’t feel guilt — it’s part of the form.
Isabella L., raised by the storm,
You cross one, you awaken the swarm.
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[Final Hook – 2:15–2:45]
It’s a mark, not a maybe — you late. (Too late!)
This ain’t mercy — this fate. (Nope!)
You play nice? I still rotate. (Facts!)
L. Blackburn — I orchestrate.
No mercy, no chit, no chat,
I just slide — blade tucked, all black.
Play dumb? I don't play that back,
I play wins — now watch this track.

edm, rap