System Bleeds Black (Original)

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[Intro – Instruments: Vinyl Crackle, Hype Drum Fill, Chopped Guitar Sample]

Yo—pressure in my chest like a motherfucking time bomb,
World run by the rich—BOOM—every line wrong.
Systems rigged tight, every truth they bend—
Talk justice? Bitch, that word don’t exist for them.

(Hype adlibs: “Uh!”, “Yeah!”, “Wake up!”)

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[Verse 1 – Instruments: Punchy Boom-Bap Drums, Upright Bass, Fast Hi-Hats, Scratch FX]

Justice ain’t blind — nah, she peeks through cash,
Eyes wide open when the rich fuckers flash.
I see brothers in cuffs for the smallest shit,
While the crooks in suits break laws and split.

I spit flames, double-time, let the rhythm attack—
Like BAH-DAH-DAH-DAH I’m exposin’ every crack.
Politicians pop bottles while the hood stays broke,
Laughin’ through their teeth like it’s one big joke.

Tryna silence the people? Nah, we don’t fade,
We turn pain into fire, every bar a grenade.
I boom-bap smack with a grunge-rap twist,
Make the whole damn city feel the punch in this fist.

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[Chorus – Instruments: Heavy Drum Break, Layered Guitars, Bass Punch, Hype Adlibs]

I’m done with the bullshit, done with the lies,
Done watchin’ innocence pay the price.
This world ain’t broken — it’s BUILT like that,
A rusted machine where the system bleeds black.

Motherfuckers at the top don’t fall,
Their injustice is carved deep into the wall.
So I scream till the whole damn sky turns red:
FUCK your system — I rise instead.

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[Verse 2 – Instruments: Drum Break, Dark Choir Sample, Turntable Cuts, Deep Sub Bass]

Yo—speed it up, speed it up, let the truth unload,
I go rapid on the beat till the whole thing explodes.
They say “work hard, son, keep runnin’ your lane,”
But the rent eats dreams while they pocket the gain.

Kids starve while billionaires flex rockets and jets,
Tell me again how we’re equals? Place your bets.
We march, they silence, we speak, they spin,
Rewritein’ every fact just to guarantee they win.

This ain’t order — this is power abuse,
This ain’t justice — it’s a noose they use.
So I cut that rope with a syllable blade,
Busta-style fury in a renegade parade.

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[Outro – Instruments: Filtered Drums, Reversed Samples, Eerie Pads]

I won’t bow down, won’t shut my mouth,
Won’t let injustice hollow me out.
If the truth I spit sets the city on fire —
Let it burn.
We rise from the pyre.

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[Intro – Instruments: Vinyl Crackle, Hype Drum Fill, Chopped Guitar Sample] Yo—pressure in my chest like a motherfucking time bomb, World run by the rich—BOOM—every line wrong. Systems rigged tight, every truth they bend— Talk justice? Bitch, that word don’t exist for them. (Hype adlibs: “Uh!”, “Yeah!”, “Wake up!”) ⸻ [Verse 1 – Instruments: Punchy Boom-Bap Drums, Upright Bass, Fast Hi-Hats, Scratch FX] Justice ain’t blind — nah, she peeks through cash, Eyes wide open when the rich fuckers flash. I see brothers in cuffs for the smallest shit, While the crooks in suits break laws and split. I spit flames, double-time, let the rhythm attack— Like BAH-DAH-DAH-DAH I’m exposin’ every crack. Politicians pop bottles while the hood stays broke, Laughin’ through their teeth like it’s one big joke. Tryna silence the people? Nah, we don’t fade, We turn pain into fire, every bar a grenade. I boom-bap smack with a grunge-rap twist, Make the whole damn city feel the punch in this fist. ⸻ [Chorus – Instruments: Heavy Drum Break, Layered Guitars, Bass Punch, Hype Adlibs] I’m done with the bullshit, done with the lies, Done watchin’ innocence pay the price. This world ain’t broken — it’s BUILT like that, A rusted machine where the system bleeds black. Motherfuckers at the top don’t fall, Their injustice is carved deep into the wall. So I scream till the whole damn sky turns red: FUCK your system — I rise instead. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Instruments: Drum Break, Dark Choir Sample, Turntable Cuts, Deep Sub Bass] Yo—speed it up, speed it up, let the truth unload, I go rapid on the beat till the whole thing explodes. They say “work hard, son, keep runnin’ your lane,” But the rent eats dreams while they pocket the gain. Kids starve while billionaires flex rockets and jets, Tell me again how we’re equals? Place your bets. We march, they silence, we speak, they spin, Rewritein’ every fact just to guarantee they win. This ain’t order — this is power abuse, This ain’t justice — it’s a noose they use. So I cut that rope with a syllable blade, Busta-style fury in a renegade parade. ⸻ [Outro – Instruments: Filtered Drums, Reversed Samples, Eerie Pads] I won’t bow down, won’t shut my mouth, Won’t let injustice hollow me out. If the truth I spit sets the city on fire — Let it burn. We rise from the pyre.

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