Write lyrics for a hard-hitting cinematic trap track, 147 BPM, F# minor, leaning industrial-psychedelic boss-battle energy. Core instrumentation: glitching pitch-bent 808s, double-timed drill hi-hats layered with scrap metal clang and static foley, distant monk chant pads, warped harpsichord synths, eerie West African kora melody flourishes, reverb-drenched trombone stabs. Male vocal delivery: gravelly growl, sharp triplet flows, scattered wide-panned ad-libs, aligned with 21 Savage, Playboi Carti, Lil Uzi Vert swagger. Narrative follows a rogue neon junkyard king holding court amid smoldering scrap heaps at 3AM, flaunting hard-won territory, deadpan accounts of near-misses, trippy disorientation from flickering neon haze, unshakable cold dominance, no hollow flexes—sharp, vivid, menacingly detached, laced with surreal warped junkyard imagery.
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[Intro] [Verse] 3 AM, the sky is bleeding chrome (Chrome) Sitting on a rusted engine throne (Throne) Neon flickering, I’m in the zone (Zone) Copper wire wrapped around my bone (Bone) Scrap metal clanging on the floor (Clang) I don’t even knock upon the door (No) I just take whatever I desire (Take it) Walking through the static and the fire (Fire) [Pre-Chorus] Kora plucking in the heavy mist (Mist) Gold rings on a heavy fist (Fist) Harpsichord is warping in the wind (Wind) Tell me where the holy water’s pinned (Where?) [Chorus] Welcome to the yard of the dead (Dead) Neon halos spinning ‘round my head (Head) Iron in my lungs, feeling lead (Lead) Everything I wanted, I’ve been fed (Fed) I’m the King of the Rust (Rust) In the cobalt we trust (Trust) Turn the diamonds into dust (Dust) Watch the metal start to combust (What?) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, we in the pit (Pit) Glitch inside the hit (Hit) 808 is bent (Bent) Money well spent (Spent) [Verse] Bullet missed my temple by an inch (Inch) Didn't see me tremble, didn't flinch (Flinch) Monks are chanting hymns inside the heap (Yeah) I’m the only secret that they keep (Keep it) Trombone stabs hitting like a tank (Brrt) Take the whole deposit to the bank (Bank) Psychedelic vision in the rain (Whoa) I can feel the lithium in my vein (Vein) [Build-up] Static growing louder in the ear (Louder) Everything is starting to appear (Clearer) Scrap metal rising from the ground (Up) Lost within the industrial sound (Sound) [Drop] [Verse] Saw the reaper in a neon vest (Vest) Put a couple holes inside his chest (Chest) I don't need a vest, I'm bulletproof (Proof) Living on the edge, above the roof (Roof) Scrap heaps piled up to the stars (Stars) Counting up the money and the scars (Scars) I'm the ghost inside the circuit board (Ghost) Sharpest blade, I'm the junkyard lord (Lord) [Bridge] Static in the air (Air) Shadows everywhere (Where) Trombone hitting deep (Deep) Secrets that I reap (Reap) Scrap metal crown (Crown) Never coming down (Down) [Chorus] Welcome to the yard of the dead (Dead) Neon halos spinning ‘round my head (Head) Iron in my lungs, feeling lead (Lead) Everything I wanted, I’ve been fed (Fed) I’m the King of the Rust (Rust) In the cobalt we trust (Trust) Turn the diamonds into dust (Dust) Watch the metal start to combust (Combust) [Outro]
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