🔥Find DjStiG on Youtube!🔥 👍Like, comment & subscribe. I'll return the favor! ❤️🔥 ⚡https://youtube.com/@DjStiGMusic ⚡https://djstig.com/discord ⚡https://djstig.com/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Instrumental Intro] [Ominous Synth, Heavy Footsteps, Low Guitar Chugs] [Intro – Deep Spoken Voice] Canadian born. Built square. Long-range visibility. They call me the Cartel’s Giraffe. I have no idea who started that. [Verse 1 – Low, Commanding Rap] Six-foot-plus with a cold-front frame, Walk through the door and the doorway complains. Broad in the shoulders, built like a crate, Head in the clouds with my feet holding weight. I enter the crowd, get a view of the room, Find all my friends by the tops of their heads. They ask how I knew where the whole crew went, I point past the crowd to the sign that says exit. Ninety-six percent beneath my sight, Rough calculation, but it feels about right. No need for a throne, I can see where I stand, Someone needs the top shelf, they summon the man. Black coat hanging off a load-bearing chest, Whole room watching like I came to collect. I reach past the tension, slow and controlled, Hand down the cereal. Continue my stroll. [Pre-Chorus – Rising Melodic Vocals] I never asked for the weight of the crown, Just learned to duck when the beams came down. If I cast a shadow, there’s room underneath, You can stand beside me. You can breathe. [Chorus – Epic Metal Vocals] THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! Head above the crowd, shoulders fill the frame. THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! Walk in quiet, leave them saying the name. Built like a fortress, steady on my feet, I don’t need you smaller to stand this tall. THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! If the world gets heavy, give me a call. [Verse 2 – Tight Rhythmic Rap] They picture a boss with a private estate, I’m scraping the frost off a licence plate. Deep winter breath with the engine on, Looking like trouble with my mittens on. There’s a knock at the door, got a job downtown, Heavy situation, need a man on the ground. I arrive in silence, take a look at the stairs, Then ask if the couch comes apart anywhere. I oversee shipments, maintain the supply, Twenty-kilo bags stacked reasonably high. Nothing suspicious inside of the load, Just enough rice for a long stretch of cold. No one gets charged for protection from rain, My umbrella covers a respectable range. Got a face that says somebody’s debt is due, But I’m holding the door till the last one’s through. [Pre-Chorus – Rising Melodic Vocals] I never asked for the weight of the crown, Just learned to duck when the beams came down. If I cast a shadow, there’s room underneath, You can stand beside me. You can breathe. [Chorus – Epic Metal Vocals] THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! Head above the crowd, shoulders fill the frame. THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! Walk in quiet, leave them saying the name. Built like a fortress, steady on my feet, I don’t need you smaller to stand this tall. THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! If the world gets heavy, give me a call. [Instrumental Solo] [Blistering Guitar Leads Over Dark Synth Arpeggios] [Verse 3 – Building Rap Into Growls] Blessed with the build, didn’t earn every inch, But I choose what I do when somebody flinches. Back up a step, let the pressure release, A man can look dangerous, still bring peace. I know what it means when they stare at your size, Make up a whole story before meeting your eyes. So I won’t judge yours from the height of your head, I pay more attention to the words that you said. Front row ticket? I stand to the side. Everybody paid for a decent sightline. Someone’s getting crowded, I give them some space, No grand announcement, no saving-face speech. My people call, I answer the phone, We carry the weight till they’re back on their own. The name sounds criminal, I understand. The operation is mostly lending a hand. [Breakdown – Guttural Vocals, Crushing Half-Time] WHO RUNS THE ROOM? (I can see from here.) WHAT’S IN THE CASE? (Prescription eyewear.) WHO’S MOVING WEIGHT? (I brought the straps.) MIND THE LIGHT FIXTURE— (I’m aware of that.) [Bridge – Quiet, Deep Spoken Voice] You see a giant. I see a low ceiling. We all have our problems. [Final Chorus – Full Choir, Screams, Double-Kick Drums] THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! Head above the crowd, shoulders fill the frame. THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! Walk in quiet, leave them saying the name. Built like a fortress, steady on my feet, I don’t need you smaller to stand this tall. THE CARTEL’S GIRAFFE! If the world gets heavy, give me a call. [Outro – Deep Spoken Voice] Business is handled. Everyone’s accounted for. Who parked behind me? [Instrumental Outro] [Massive Final Guitar Chugs, Fading Synth Bass]
