[Intro – Spoken, Male Voice (Cypress Hill-style)] Light it up... We don’t play, homie – It’s blood and smoke out here... You feel me? --- [Verse 1 – Rap, Male Voice, rau & psycho] Mind twisted like a blunt in the wind, Came from the bottom, now I’m dancin’ with sin. Eyes blood-red, soul made of concrete, Heard the devil knockin’ – I invited him to eat. Rollin’ through the barrio, mask on my face, Burnin' like the kush while I’m duckin' the case. Every line I spit – ritual and rage, I'm the ghost in the beat, breakin' outta my cage. No peace, no rest, no sleep, Just beats, heat, and enemies six feet deep. Cypress in the brain, west in the veins, I go psycho – blow smoke in your face. --- [Hook – Rap/Sing, Female Latina Voice – halb englisch/halb spanisch] Humo y sangre – esto es real, No te acerques – soy animal. Todo lo que ves no es lo que es, West coast loca – I don’t need to flex. Smoke in my lungs, rage in my chest, Ride with the real – fuck all the rest. Humo y sangre – feel that pain, Cypress loco, en mi brain. --- [Verse 2 – Rap, Female Voice, Snow Tha Product Style, fast bilingual flow] You ain't built for this – don’t act tough, Talkin' all loud, but your vibe’s not rough. Yo soy fuego – sin perdón, Tiro barras como cañón. Came from the struggle, made it my tool, Turned every scar to a sharpened jewel. You rap like TikTok – I rap like death, I spit like machetes, you run outta breath. Ellos miran pero no pueden, Yo camino entre los que mueren. This ain't glitter – it’s sweat and pride, I'm the voice of the queens you tried to hide. --- [Hook – Wiederholung] --- [Bridge – Dual Voice, Snow & B-Real Overlap] (Snow: aggressive fast Spanish/English) Mira cómo vengo, directa del fuego, Tú no sabes nada – yo tengo el juego. (B-Real: slow & spooky) Puffin’ on the loud, visions in my dome, Death on my shoulder – I don’t ride alone… --- [Verse 3 – Rap, Male & Female im Wechsel] (Male) I came from the grave with a mic in my hand – (Female) And I came from the dirt with a plan in the van. (Male) We ain't ask for a seat – we just kicked in the door, (Female) Now they beggin’ for peace – but we want war. (Both) This is West, this is blood, this is pride and pain, This is every single bar like a runaway train. Humo in the sky – let it rise again, This is loco rap – we don’t play pretend. --- [Hook – Final mit Echo FX & düsterem Reverb] --- [Outro – Spoken, Male Whisper Voice] You smell that? That’s the sound of fear… And burnt ambition.

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