[Intro – DJ Scratch + Female (auto-tuned, cold)] When the flames hit… they call the one… [Chorus – Female (auto-tuned, melodic, haunting hook)] When shit gets real, feet in the flames, they call my name Game time rider, lay low till it’s on and poppin’ Cold as ice, make the weak sleep 7 feet deep I’m the one they ring when the reaper come creepin’ Flames callin’, flames callin’ — I ride slow Lay low, let it blow, then the whole block know [Verse 1 – Male Rap (hard, intricate)] Feet hit the flames, everybody panic, dial the ghost I’m the one they call when the situation get gross Lay low in the cut, black tint, no shine, no boast 40 sippin’, insane rhyme rippin’, cutthroat to the toast Pimpin’ with a limp, no simpin’, only crippin’ in the code Trust in conviction, no fiction, no fake, overload Fresh to def, step correct or get left in the smoke Weak ones fold quick, I reload and they choke Electric violin cry while the guitar riffs bleed DJ scratch the tension, 808s make the ground bleed Ride slow through the fire, cold eyes, no fear Everyone talk tough till the moment appear — then they here [Chorus – Female (auto-tuned)] When shit gets real, feet in the flames, they call my name Game time rider, lay low till it’s on and poppin’ Cold as ice, make the weak sleep 7 feet deep I’m the one they ring when the reaper come creepin’ Flames callin’, flames callin’ — I ride slow Lay low, let it blow, then the whole block know [Bridge – Female (auto-tuned, layered, emotional edge)] They only hit my line when the walls cave in… When the flames lick high and the fake ones spin… I’m the last call, the ridah, the sin… Ride slow… lay low… let it begin… [Verse 2 – Male Rap (harder, colder)] No simpin’, only crippin’, limp walk through the ash 40 in my palm, conviction heavy, no crash They sleep on the name till the feet hit the blaze Then it’s “where you at?” — I slide silent, unfazed Insane rhyme rippin’, tongue sharper than the switch Pimpin’ every scene, make the weak bow and twitch No fake, no fiction, trust built on ammunition Lay low till say so, then it’s on — demolition Harsh guitar scream while the violin weep 808s kick death, DJ scratch the beat 7 feet deep for the ones who talk loud but fold I’m the one they call when the real shit unfold — control [Outro – Female auto-tuned + DJ Scratch fade] Flames callin’… ride slow… lay low… I’m the one…
