[Female Whisper – Clock Ticking] Goth Boy Vampire... [Intro – Rain, Haunted Piano, Deep Male Spoken] Devil Death... Heh... an RKO outta nowhere? Brother, you damn near knocked the lid off my coffin! Hahaha! I heard every word. You don't have to promise me the whole road. Just keep your headlights honest. CLOCKED OUT INK ENTERTAINMENT! [Verse 1 – Heavy Gothic Trap, Punchy 808] Thirty-eight LaSalle, Damascus S&S, Black hearse creeping while the graveyard rests. Purple underneath, let the old engine growl, Devil's got an Impala, hear the underground howl! You said two roads crossed beneath midnight skies, I saw something genuine behind those headlights. Wasn't looking for a crown, wasn't asking for a throne, Just making my music from the castle I call home. You heard No Pulse, All Bass and you felt that track, Then I sent a little respect and you sent some back. Funny how a song can make a stranger take notice, Two different worlds finding something in the moment. I don't hand out trust just because somebody's nice, I've learned what it costs when you pay that price. But respect gets respect, that much is true, And Devil Death, I've got respect for you! [Pre-Chorus – Soft Piano, Rising Strings] No need to swear forever underneath the moon, Let the miles speak first, let the friendship bloom. Some doors open slowly, some roads take time, But I see your headlights riding next to mine. [Chorus – Explosive Rap-Metal, Massive 808] LET THE ROAD DECIDE! LET THE ENGINES ROAR! TWO DARK SOULS WITH A LITTLE MORE IN STORE! PURPLE IMPALA! BLACK HEARSE ON THE STREET! NO PULSE IN MY CHEST BUT THE BASS STILL BEATS! FANGS UP HIGH! LET THE NIGHT UNFOLD! REAL RESPECT'S WORTH MORE THAN A MOUNTAIN OF GOLD! NO RACE! NO CROWN! NO FINISH LINE! JUST TWO DARK MINDS LETTING FATE DECIDE! [Verse 2 – Double-Time Aggressive Rap] Heh! You got the Devil, I got the fangs, Both making music while the midnight hangs. Your smoke rolls purple, my coffin stays black, If I take a wrong turn, just honk and I'll track! Got a hearse full of stories, not a hearse full of pride, And Abbadon's watching from the passenger side. Little King looks over like, Who's that dude? Relax, little buddy, he brought good tunes! Hahaha! That's the kind of shit I love, Finding real conversation when the world gets rough. You said maybe brothers, and I respect that pace, Real loyalty's a journey, not a title we chase. No contracts, no chains, no blood on a page, Just two independent artists finding common ground. Your Underground Inc., my Clocked Out Ink, Different kinds of darkness, more alike than you'd think! [Breakdown – Beat Cuts, Rain, Low Male Spoken] Devil Death... You said that reply meant more than I realized. Well, brother, your response meant something too. And that part about brotherhood? You're right. It ain't something you declare. It's something you prove. I'm not asking you to ride forever. I'm just glad we crossed paths. And that RKO line? Hahaha! Next time, warn a vampire! These old bones ain't got a warranty! [Beat Slams – Distorted Guitar, Rapid Hi-Hats] [Verse 3 – Fierce Rap, Emotional Rise] I've seen people disappear when the weather turned cold, Seen a friendly conversation turn to stories untold. So I learned to move carefully, keep my circle sincere, Not everybody walking through the dark belongs here. But you came with the music, not a hand asking favors, Didn't need a spotlight, didn't need me to save ya. Just heard something real in a song that I made, And gave a little credit without asking to be paid. THAT'S THE SHIT I RESPECT! THAT'S THE ENERGY I KEEP! NOT EVERYBODY'S WORDS ARE AS STRONG AS THEY SPEAK! I'm an undead storyteller with a heart painted black, But when somebody shows love, I know how to give it back! No stake in competition, no need to bare teeth, Unless somebody asks why there's a coffin in my seat! Heh! It's a hearse, what the hell did you expect? I transport dark music and a whole lot of respect! [Bridge – Emotional Melodic Rap, Strings] Maybe this road becomes another song, Maybe we find more places where our sounds belong. Whatever happens, let the truth remain, Some friendships start with a little midnight rain. Two headlights moving through an uncertain night, Neither needs the other just to find the light. [Final Chorus – Full Cinematic Guitar and 808] LET THE ROAD DECIDE! LET THE ENGINES ROAR! TWO DARK SOULS WITH A LITTLE MORE IN STORE! PURPLE IMPALA! BLACK HEARSE ON THE STREET! NO PULSE IN MY CHEST BUT THE BASS STILL BEATS! FANGS UP HIGH! LET THE NIGHT UNFOLD! REAL RESPECT'S WORTH MORE THAN A MOUNTAIN OF GOLD! NO RACE! NO CROWN! NO FINISH LINE! JUST TWO DARK MINDS LETTING FATE DECIDE! [Outro – Piano, Engines Idling, Low Spoken] Devil Death... You keep that Impala rolling. I'll keep this old LaSalle alive. And if our roads meet again... Heh... you know where to find the vampire. Much love and respect, brother. From Clocked Out Ink Entertainment... To Devil's Underground Inc. Fangs up! Goth Boy Vampire
