[Intro] (Sound of a machete being sharpened on stone, heavy breathing, deep hum of distorted bass) (Chanting) Bone... Ash... Chain... Howl... (echoed, whispered) [Verse 1] – Clear, sharp, rhythmic rap, heavy Afro tone You forged me in the fire of your hollow pride, Taught me to bite the hand that never pet my side. I ate your hate, I wore your scorn like a crown of rust, Now watch your kingdom turn to ashes and dust. My bark’s a earthquake, my growl’s a final prayer, I am the ending that you never knew was there. You called me beast, you called me slave, you called me “it”, Now meet the teeth of your own hypocrite script. [Pre-Chorus] – Voice starts to fray, distort This isn’t loyalty… this is a curse you bred! This isn’t fury… these are the words you said! I am the echo… of every blow you dealt… I am the fever… that makes your foundations melt! [Chorus] – FULL POWER. Distorted scream-rap. Music is a wall of sound. I AM THE CHAIN YOU FORGED! THE BLOOD YOU SPILLED! I AM THE KENNEL DOOR YOU LEFT UNKILLED! MY BITE IS YOUR SENTENCE! MY HOWL IS YOUR HYMN! I AM NOT YOUR DOG ANYMORE! AFRO-DOG HOWL! (Sound of shattering glass, distorted dog bark sample) [Verse 2] – Faster, more chaotic flow. Guitars become frantic. I see the fear now swimming in your shallow eyes, The same fear you fed me with your righteous lies. You built your throne on backs you broke and wills you bent, Now taste the metal of your own imprisonment! My paws are thunder, my tail’s a whip of scorn, I am the hurricane from which no lie is reborn! I’ll dig your legacy with these unworthy claws, And piss upon the ruins of your unjust laws! [Pre-Chorus 2] – Voice is raw, tearing This isn’t justice… this is instinct, pure and wild! This isn’t vengeance… this is freedom for the exiled! I am the tremor… that brings your statues down… I am the wild seed… growing through your concrete town! [Chorus] – EVEN HEAVIER. Layered vocals (clean rap + guttural shouts). I AM THE CHAIN YOU FORGED! THE BLOOD YOU SPILLED! I AM THE KENNEL DOOR YOU LEFT UNKILLED! MY BITE IS YOUR SENTENCE! MY HOWL IS YOUR HYMN! I AM NOT YOUR DOG ANYMORE! AFRO-DOG HOWL! (Sample: Wolf pack howling mixed with industrial noise) [Bridge] – Music drops to tribal drums and sub-bass. Voice is low, venomous, spoken. You thought loyalty was a collar. A command. You thought a soul could be buried in sand. But soil remembers. And bones remember. And I… I remember the sky you tried to deny. So let my breath be the wind. Let my pulse be the drum. Let this howl be the truth from which you cannot run. [Guitar Solo] – Chaotic, dissonant, feedback-laden. Sounds like metal tearing and animals shrieking. [Final Chorus] – Total sonic chaos. The words are barely distinguishable screams. I AM THE CHAIN! THE BLOOD! THE DOOR! THE SENTENCE! THE HYMN! THE CORE! NOT YOUR DOG! NOT YOUR DOG! NOT YOUR DOG! AFRO-DOG HOWL! (Music collapses into pure noise and feedback) [Outro] (Only heavy, ragged breathing remains. Then, one final, clean, powerful, and FREE howl that fades into silence.)
