Black Blossom And Black Licorice

female singer only, female vocals ranging a3 to c6, [bpm:150], [theme:Hip Hop], [main genre:hip hop], [sub-genre: dark gothic gangster trap, hip hop, rap], [tuning:dark gothic hip hop, dark gangster sound], [insturments:dark gothic hip hop, dark gangster guitars and keys], [sfx:dark gothic hip hop ]

[Intro]
Midnight breath in the alley of roses and ash,
Black petals fall when the clock ticks back.
Gothic trap hum, low bells in the mix—
Taste of the night: black blossom and black licorice.

[Hook]
Black blossom on my sleeve, inked thorns in the rain,
Black licorice tongue when I speak the pain.
Moon cut shadows, we don’t flinch, we don’t slip,
Sip the dark slow—black blossom and black licorice.
（日本語 Hook）
黒い花びら　夜に散る
苦い甘さ　心に染みる
影を抱いて　歩いてく
ブラック・ブロッサム　ブラック・リコリス

[Verse 1]
Cathedral bones in my cadence, stone cold faith,
Whispered vows to the streets where the angels wait.
Ink-stained knuckles, scripture on the brick,
Every line a vow cut sharp, never slick.
Velvet smoke in the lungs, coffin bass in the chest,
We move quiet, move heavy, put the fear to the test.
No glow, no shine—just the pulse of the night,
Roses bleed black when we step in the light.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the bells swing low, hear the raven call,
Every promise kept when the empire falls.
Taste that bite on the truth when the words hit twice—
Sweet and bitter mix, black blossom and licorice.

[Fast Rap Section]
Clockwork heart, double-time, let it rattle, let it rip,
Came from dust, now we carve every chapter we script.
Blade-quick verbs, syllables snap like a whip,
Crown of thorns on the tempo, never loosen the grip.
Graveyard shift, city hush, hear the bones in the beat,
Footsteps echo with the ghosts when we run the street.
Ink drip, quick breath, let the consonants bite,
Every bar cut clean in the dead of the night.
（日本語 Fast Rap）
秒針が走る　心臓は二倍速
言葉は刃　夜を切り裂く
影と影　絡み合う路地
信念だけで　前に進む

[Verse 2]
Lace gloves, cold steel, velvet vows we keep,
Prayers stitched to the bass while the city sleeps.
Petals pressed in a book of broken promises,
We write futures dark-sweet, black blossom and licorice.
Gang signs subtle, carved in the way we stand,
Family first—ink oath, bloodless hand.
From the crypt to the throne of the backroom choir,
We rise on ash, never fuel the fire.

[Bridge]
Sweet turns bitter when the truth gets said,
Bitter turns brave when you face what you dread.
Hold the night close, let the sorrow be nice—
It tastes like home: black blossom and licorice.
（日本語 Bridge）
甘さと苦さ　重なる夜
逃げない心　強くなる
闇を抱いて　誓いを立てる
ここが居場所　ここが真実

[Hook – Final]
Black blossom on my sleeve, inked thorns in the rain,
Black licorice tongue when I speak the pain.
Moon cut shadows, we don’t flinch, we don’t slip,
Sip the dark slow—black blossom and black licorice.

[Outro]
Bells fade out, petals rest on the curb,
Night keeps quiet while the beat still purrs.
Twilight Starling—seal the vow, precise:
Black blossom bloom, black licorice bite.

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[Intro] Midnight breath in the alley of roses and ash, Black petals fall when the clock ticks back. Gothic trap hum, low bells in the mix— Taste of the night: black blossom and black licorice. [Hook] Black blossom on my sleeve, inked thorns in the rain, Black licorice tongue when I speak the pain. Moon cut shadows, we don’t flinch, we don’t slip, Sip the dark slow—black blossom and black licorice. （日本語 Hook）黒い花びら　夜に散る苦い甘さ　心に染みる影を抱いて　歩いてくブラック・ブロッサム　ブラック・リコリス [Verse 1] Cathedral bones in my cadence, stone cold faith, Whispered vows to the streets where the angels wait. Ink-stained knuckles, scripture on the brick, Every line a vow cut sharp, never slick. Velvet smoke in the lungs, coffin bass in the chest, We move quiet, move heavy, put the fear to the test. No glow, no shine—just the pulse of the night, Roses bleed black when we step in the light. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the bells swing low, hear the raven call, Every promise kept when the empire falls. Taste that bite on the truth when the words hit twice— Sweet and bitter mix, black blossom and licorice. [Hook] Black blossom on my sleeve, inked thorns in the rain, Black licorice tongue when I speak the pain. Moon cut shadows, we don’t flinch, we don’t slip, Sip the dark slow—black blossom and black licorice. [Fast Rap Section] Clockwork heart, double-time, let it rattle, let it rip, Came from dust, now we carve every chapter we script. Blade-quick verbs, syllables snap like a whip, Crown of thorns on the tempo, never loosen the grip. Graveyard shift, city hush, hear the bones in the beat, Footsteps echo with the ghosts when we run the street. Ink drip, quick breath, let the consonants bite, Every bar cut clean in the dead of the night. （日本語 Fast Rap）秒針が走る　心臓は二倍速言葉は刃　夜を切り裂く影と影　絡み合う路地信念だけで　前に進む [Verse 2] Lace gloves, cold steel, velvet vows we keep, Prayers stitched to the bass while the city sleeps. Petals pressed in a book of broken promises, We write futures dark-sweet, black blossom and licorice. Gang signs subtle, carved in the way we stand, Family first—ink oath, bloodless hand. From the crypt to the throne of the backroom choir, We rise on ash, never fuel the fire. [Bridge] Sweet turns bitter when the truth gets said, Bitter turns brave when you face what you dread. Hold the night close, let the sorrow be nice— It tastes like home: black blossom and licorice. （日本語 Bridge）甘さと苦さ　重なる夜逃げない心　強くなる闇を抱いて　誓いを立てるここが居場所　ここが真実 [Hook – Final] Black blossom on my sleeve, inked thorns in the rain, Black licorice tongue when I speak the pain. Moon cut shadows, we don’t flinch, we don’t slip, Sip the dark slow—black blossom and black licorice. [Outro] Bells fade out, petals rest on the curb, Night keeps quiet while the beat still purrs. Twilight Starling—seal the vow, precise: Black blossom bloom, black licorice bite.

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