Clap from the back

Lyrics

[Intro - gritty vinyl crackle, slow menacing 808 bass thump, distant gunshots fading in]
Yo, trapped in the shadows, nowhere to run...
Just sittin', just wishin' I was anywhere but here.

[Verse 1 - laid-back flow over dusty boom-bap drums, pitched-down vocals, finger snaps, ominous piano keys]
Just sittin', just wishin' I could've been anywhere but here,
Don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I've come from, disappear.
Lost in the concrete jungle, streets cold as my trigger finger,
Enemies plottin', but I'm the reaper, make 'em all surrender.
I'm the type that drop you to your knees, beggin' for mercy,
Stick that head up that ass like a centipede, twist it dirty.
Duck tape a table to your back, heavy as your sins,
Tell you not to spill a drop when my man gives you the clap—blam blam, end it.

[Chorus - heavy 808 kicks, rapid trap hi-hats, chopped vocal samples echoing "anywhere but here", ad-libs like "pow pow" and snake hisses]
Anywhere but here! (Anywhere!)
Sittin' in the dark, loadin' up the fear! (Load it!)
Drop you to your knees, centipede creep! (Creep!)
Duck tape on your back, don't spill when we clap! (Clap clap!)
Murder on my mind, 90's style grind! (Grind!)
Nowhere to go, but bodies in the line! (Line up!)

[Verse 2 - faster flow, West Coast G-funk synths, heavy bass rattles, whispered threats building to shouts, ad-libs "yeah, die slow"]
Back on the block, phantom in the night, no face, just fate,
Rivals talk tough, but they fold quick, can't take the weight.
Poured out the syrup, visions blurry, but my aim is laser,
Cross me once, family funeral, no prayers, just erasure.
I'm the nightmare king, crown of thorns from hollow tips,
Strap you down tight, table strapped, lips sealed with the grip.
Don't move an inch, homie comin' with the heat, full clip,
One clap from the Mac, your soul slips—eternal trip.

[Bridge - stripped to eerie silence, lone snare rolls building tension, distorted vocal whispers, rising synth tension]
Don't know where I'm goin'... don't know where I've been...
But one thing's certain—your end's 'bout to begin...

[Chorus / Drop - explosive low-end 808 boom, sidechained kicks, layered gang shouts, heavy reverb on "clap", murder siren samples]
Anywhere but here! (Anywhere! Pow!)
Sittin' in the dark, loadin' up the fear! (Load it up! Blam!)
Drop you to your knees, centipede creep! (Creep in deep!)
Duck tape on your back, don't spill when we clap! (Clap clap clap!)
Murder on my mind, 90's style grind! (Grind it out!)
Nowhere to go, but bodies in the line! (Drop 'em!)

[Outro - fading boom-bap beats, echoing gunshots, vinyl scratch out, final whispered ad-lib "anywhere but here... gone"]