[Intro – Spoken, under soft bin-rustle ambience] Yeah… It’s Straycat… They don’t want me in the booth, But they know I speak the truth. So here I am. Behind the bins, Brixton-side. No love. Just claws. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Gritty Boom Bap Flow] They sleep on velvet, I curl in grime They count likes, I count time Three days, no food—still I rhyme Nine lives? Nah—I’m on life five Hiccup’s a housecat, tummy all plush Never missed a meal, never had to rush Vali’s got socks, I got scars and dust RooCat’s a king, but I don’t trust They think they’re street ‘cause they purr on beat But I seen frostbite chew through feet I ain’t viral—I got worms in me Still I spit bars with no sympathy ⸻ [Hook – Low Growl, Haunting Beat] They goin’ viral, but I got worms Life in the bins, full of twists and turns They postin’ stories, I’m dodgin’ burns I piss on their turf, yeah, respect is earned ⸻ [Verse 2 – Bitter and Proud] I seen that tin—gourmet, stacked high While I’m lickin’ grease off a KFC thigh RooCat? He got lost, came back in style Try livin’ that life since your first mewl cry I ain’t never had a window, never had a name Never been chipped, never played no game No lap, no toy, no vet to check If I bleed, I bleed. If I die, what next? They got humans for hype, fans who cheer I got foxes at night, rats in my ear But I still freestyle where your bins overflow Spittin’ truth with fleas in the snow ⸻ [Hook – Louder, Angrier] They goin’ viral, but I got worms Life in the bins, full of twists and turns They postin’ stories, I’m dodgin’ burns I piss on their turf, yeah, respect is earned ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken Word Over Slow Jazz Loop] I seen ‘em watchin’ me through the glass… Warm lights, warm food, warm laughs. But they don’t know what cold tastes like. I ain’t askin’ for sympathy. Just a mic. Just my verse. Let me spit it like it is. ⸻ [Verse 3 – Reflective, Still Raw] I know I ain’t pretty, my tail’s half gone My meow sounds broken, my days are long But my rhymes got weight, truth laced in pain Catastrophic Crew? Y’all don’t own the lane I ain’t tryna take your throne, just remind y’all this: Not every cat gets a lap or a kiss Some of us scratch just to see next dawn Some of us rap ‘cause that’s all we own ⸻ [Final Hook – Slower, Triumphant] They goin’ viral, but I got worms Life in the bins, still the fire burns They postin’ dreams, I survive on scraps But I’m still Straycat—ain’t no collapse ⸻ [Outro – Fading to silence] So yeah… Let ’em eat. Let ’em shine. But don’t forget the ones outside Spittin’ rhymes to survive. Straycat out. O
