[Intro — Same Female Vocal | MGC Spoken | Coin Spin + Distant Gunfire] [coin spins across metal] You know what the problem is with surviving? ... Everybody does it eventually. [catches coin] I wanna make it look expensive. [gun chambers] Start the meter. [Verse 1 — MGC | Cocky Melodic Rap] Desert-born, Noxian made, danger put the shine on me, lost a home but found a world that couldn't put a leash on me. Mercenary with expensive taste, take the job they wouldn't dare, if I'm walking out alive anyway— might as well leave 'em staring. Sword on my hip, pistols talking, close range— then I'm gone. You call that reckless? Baby, reckless doesn't practice this long. I don't chase the safest route, I chase the one that's got a story. Anybody can finish the mission. I want the fucking glory. [STYLE RANK — E] [small bass hit] MGC: E? ... Rude. [Pre-Chorus — Groove Building] One shot. Step in. Blade flash. Spin. Don't repeat the move— that's boring as shit. Keep it clean. Keep it moving. Make 'em watch the whole thing climb. If you're gonna risk your life— at least have some fucking style. [CHORUS — MGC | Melodic Brat Hook] Rate me— E, D, C, B, A— keep watching, baby, I'm not finished anyway. Bullets sing, blade rings, heels hit the floor— every time the meter climbs I want a little more. Rate me— higher every time. Danger never scared me, baby— boring does. If I'm dancing with death tonight, she better keep up. [STYLE RANK — D → C] [gunshot percussion enters] D. [BASS] C. [blade scrape] Okay. Now we're flirting. [Verse 2 — MGC | Faster Rap] Left gun— right gun— sword when you're near, switch it every second just to make the message clear. No same trick twice, keep the rhythm unpredictable, you came here looking dangerous— that's adorable. I take impossible contracts 'cause the easy ones don't hit. Put enough zeroes on the payment— maybe I'll consider it. But money ain't the reason my pulse jumps when shit goes wrong. I spent too long surviving— now I wanna feel alive while I do it. [brief pause] Yeah. There's a difference. [STYLE RANK — B] [bass grows wider] B? We're getting somewhere. [Pre-Chorus II — MGC | Increasing Intensity] Gun. Blade. Dodge. Reload. Kick that bastard— change the flow. Every movement adds another layer, every hit another sound. I don't walk into a battlefield— I make the battlefield my stage. [CHORUS II — Bigger] Rate me— E, D, C, B, A— keep counting, baby, I'm getting prettier with every mistake. Bullets sing, blade rings, whole room wants more, death keeps knocking— I keep opening the fucking door. Rate me— higher every time. Danger never scared me, baby— boring does. And if I'm dancing with death tonight— tell her pick up the pace. [STYLE RANK — A] [everything suddenly cuts] [MGC breathing.] ... A. [quiet laugh] Oh. Now you have my attention. [BRIDGE — MGC | Close-Mic, Controlled] People think thrill-seekers don't value their lives. Wrong. I fucking love mine. That's why I refuse to spend it hiding. I know what losing everything feels like. I know what it means when home disappears. So if the world can take everything without warning... then I'm gonna use every second it gives me. Not carefully. Not quietly. Fully. [gun chambers] Now— where were we? [FINAL COMBO — Rapid-Fire Female MGC] PISTOL— BANG. OTHER— BANG. BLADE— SHING. DASH— switch— don't repeat— MOVE— TURN— FIRE— CLOSE THE DISTANCE— KICK— RELOAD— SMILE— AGAIN— [tempo accelerating] E— D— C— B— A— [everything stops] ... [MGC whispers] S. [S-RANK DROP — MASSIVE WUB/BASS] [coin hits floor] INFERNO. BWAAAAAAAM— [rapid gunfire becomes percussion] WUB—WUB—WUBWUB— [blade slices through bass] ♪ Stylish. ♪ WUUUUB— ♪ Reckless. ♪ WUBWUB— ♪ Still alive. ♪ [huge impact] Obviously. [FINAL CHORUS — MGC | Full Melodic Swagger] Rate me— S is looking good on me. Walked into impossible, walked out casually. Smoke behind me, blade across my side, if death wanted tonight— she should've fucking tried. No safe route. No wasted time. No boring little life I'm scared to leave behind. You don't have to understand why danger makes me grin. Anybody can survive— I MAKE SURVIVING LOOK LIKE A WIN. [Outro — Same Female Vocal | Spoken] [coin spinning] So... what's next? “Something safer?” ... [coin stops] Why would you say something so fucking disrespectful? [distant explosion] Now we're talking.
