**TITLE:** Bird Girl — Rotten Streets **STYLE / MUSIC PROMPT:** Dark Memphis underground street rap, raw female vocal, 82 BPM, dirty halftime bounce, fast doubletime rap switches, heavy distorted 808s, dry snares, rattling hi-hats, grim piano loop, low synth drones, cassette dirt, smoked-out basement mix, evil street atmosphere, cold ghetto night energy, whispered ad-libs, raw close-mic vocals, no choir, no pop hook, no clean radio sound, no phonk cowbells, no emotional singing, aggressive and sinister. [Intro - whispered female voice] Bird Girl... Rotten streets... Black wings... No light... [Verse 1 - Halftime, evil and slow] I came through the alley where the street dogs stare, Black wings folded in the cold night air, Neon flicker on a cracked-up wall, Bird Girl move when the dark birds call. Old bricks wet and the sidewalk bent, Bad smell rising from the basement vent, No soft heart in a place this grim, I walk with a curse and a razor-thin grin. Pawnshop gold and a dead payphone, Lost souls talking when I walk alone, Smoke in my lungs, black nails on glass, I don’t look back when the shadows pass. The Nest got dirt in the floorboard cracks, Rust on the door and knives in the facts, Every little secret got a price on the block, Bird Girl grin when the whole room stop. [Verse 1B - Doubletime, technical female rap] Fast feet slide through the backstreet gutter, Cold words cut when the black lips mutter, Bad luck stitched to the hem of my dress, Dark little queen from the rotten old Nest. No halo, no glow, no mercy in the motion, Mind stay sharp with a sick devotion, Switch that cadence, twist that breath, I dance on the beat like I flirt with death. Kick drum knock and the walls start sweating, Whole block quiet when the night starts setting, I don’t need a crown, I don’t need a throne, I make dead streets feel like home. [Short Hook - 4 Bars, shouted female chant] Black wings drag through the mud and smoke, Bird Girl laugh when the street lights choke, Rotten streets, cold blood, bassline drop, She came from the dirt and she still on top. [Verse 2 - Halftime, darker street story] Liquor store light with the red sign buzzing, Sirens far but the bass keep coming, Rain hits hard on the trashcan lid, Bird Girl know what the dark side did. Concrete cold where the broken birds sleep, Eyes wide open but the pain runs deep, No tears fall when the block gets mean, Just black smoke pouring from a bad dream. Old tape hiss in a burned-out ride, Three black crows on the passenger side, One tells truth and one talks sin, One says, “Girl, let the devil in.” I keep my silence in a lockbox low, Under loose tiles where the mold roots grow, No clean soul in the backroom air, Only dark wings and a dead-eyed stare. [Verse 2B - Doubletime, colder and sharper] Quick tongue venom with a low tone pressure, Bad mind clever, every bar cut better, Step in the pocket and I tighten the knot, Bird Girl cold but the flow stay hot. Black dress torn with the boots all muddy, Streetline dirty and the bassline bloody, No sweet hook, just a raw old sound, Memphis dirt when the drums break down. I don’t sing pain, I spit it in patterns, Split the beat open till the whole thing shatters, Low voice creeping through the smoke-filled lot, Evil little flow and she still on top. [Short Hook - 4 Bars, shouted female chant] Black wings drag through the mud and smoke, Bird Girl laugh when the street lights choke, Rotten streets, cold blood, bassline drop, She came from the dirt and she still on top. [Outro - whispered, distorted] Rotten streets... Black wings... No light... Bird Girl...
