Da Blood Rock Lies [Barbershopped]

Thywolflord

Da Reggae Masta

Thywolflord

barbershop quartet, a cappella

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[Intro – spoken over scratchy vinyl]
Yeah... uh... they got you chasin' ice, but the chain's really chains...
Blood diamonds. Real talk. East Coast style.
[Hook]
Diamonds are blood, straight from the mud,
Miners in the dirt gettin’ crushed for the flood.
De Beers and the suits, they control every cut,
Artificially rare, keep the price soaked in blood.
Blood diamonds, blood money, blood on the chain,
You flexin’ in the club, but it’s all built on pain.
Virtually slaves in the African mines,
Sweat mixed with tears for that counterfeit shine!
[Verse 1]
Yo, step in the jeweler, you see the karats glow,
But behind that sparkle is a nightmare most don’t know.
Kids in Sierra Leone, hands raw and broke,
Diggin’ for rocks while the warlords reload up on the slope.
AKs on their backs, forced labor in the pit,
Rebel diamonds fund the bullets that rip through the strip.
Angola, Congo, Zimbabwe line the route,
Blood-soaked fields where the real workers shout.
They push “conflict free” but it’s a corporate disguise,
Paperwork stamped just to keep the prices sky-high.
De Beers cartel stackin’ stones in the vault,
Flood the market? Never — they lock it down tight.
Make ‘em seem scarce like a miracle find,
So you drop fifty racks on a rock full of crime.
Sweat from the brow, blood stainin’ the pan,
While rappers and ballers flash it like part of the plan.
Ice on your wrist, but it’s frozen in cries,
Every carat a tomb where another soul dies.
[Hook]
Diamonds are blood, straight from the mud,
Miners in the dirt gettin’ crushed for the flood.
De Beers and the suits, they control every cut,
Artificially rare, keep the price soaked in blood.
Blood diamonds, blood money, blood on the chain,
You flexin’ in the club, but it’s all built on pain.
Virtually slaves in the African mines,
Sweat mixed with tears for that counterfeit shine!
[Verse 2]
They market that ice like it’s love in a box,
“Forever” they whisper — forever tied to the rocks.
Supply and demand? Nah, it’s straight manipulated,
Diamonds ain’t rare, they just heavily regulated.
Millions in the ground, but they hoard ‘em away,
Create the illusion so the markup can stay.
You pay for the hype, the commercials, the gleam,
While the diggers get nothing but dust in their dream.
East Coast perspective: we keep it raw and direct,
No Hollywood gloss on the blood they collect.
From the Kimberley pits to the blocks in BK,
That chain on your neck got an invisible slave.
They call it investment, legacy, pure class,
But it’s modern-day slavery wrapped up in glass.
Next time you slide with that overpriced stone,
Picture the hands that were broken and thrown.
No Kimberley Process can wash off the red,
Blood diamonds forever, stained deep in the thread.
[Outro – slower, over fading beat]
Yeah... next time you see that ice drippin’ slow,
Remember the blood drippin’ down from the blow.
It’s all just a game, fam. Time to wake up.
Blood rock lies... East Coast forever.

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[Intro – spoken over scratchy vinyl] Yeah... uh... they got you chasin' ice, but the chain's really chains... Blood diamonds. Real talk. East Coast style. [Hook] Diamonds are blood, straight from the mud, Miners in the dirt gettin’ crushed for the flood. De Beers and the suits, they control every cut, Artificially rare, keep the price soaked in blood. Blood diamonds, blood money, blood on the chain, You flexin’ in the club, but it’s all built on pain. Virtually slaves in the African mines, Sweat mixed with tears for that counterfeit shine! [Verse 1] Yo, step in the jeweler, you see the karats glow, But behind that sparkle is a nightmare most don’t know. Kids in Sierra Leone, hands raw and broke, Diggin’ for rocks while the warlords reload up on the slope. AKs on their backs, forced labor in the pit, Rebel diamonds fund the bullets that rip through the strip. Angola, Congo, Zimbabwe line the route, Blood-soaked fields where the real workers shout. They push “conflict free” but it’s a corporate disguise, Paperwork stamped just to keep the prices sky-high. De Beers cartel stackin’ stones in the vault, Flood the market? Never — they lock it down tight. Make ‘em seem scarce like a miracle find, So you drop fifty racks on a rock full of crime. Sweat from the brow, blood stainin’ the pan, While rappers and ballers flash it like part of the plan. Ice on your wrist, but it’s frozen in cries, Every carat a tomb where another soul dies. [Hook] Diamonds are blood, straight from the mud, Miners in the dirt gettin’ crushed for the flood. De Beers and the suits, they control every cut, Artificially rare, keep the price soaked in blood. Blood diamonds, blood money, blood on the chain, You flexin’ in the club, but it’s all built on pain. Virtually slaves in the African mines, Sweat mixed with tears for that counterfeit shine! [Verse 2] They market that ice like it’s love in a box, “Forever” they whisper — forever tied to the rocks. Supply and demand? Nah, it’s straight manipulated, Diamonds ain’t rare, they just heavily regulated. Millions in the ground, but they hoard ‘em away, Create the illusion so the markup can stay. You pay for the hype, the commercials, the gleam, While the diggers get nothing but dust in their dream. East Coast perspective: we keep it raw and direct, No Hollywood gloss on the blood they collect. From the Kimberley pits to the blocks in BK, That chain on your neck got an invisible slave. They call it investment, legacy, pure class, But it’s modern-day slavery wrapped up in glass. Next time you slide with that overpriced stone, Picture the hands that were broken and thrown. No Kimberley Process can wash off the red, Blood diamonds forever, stained deep in the thread. [Outro – slower, over fading beat] Yeah... next time you see that ice drippin’ slow, Remember the blood drippin’ down from the blow. It’s all just a game, fam. Time to wake up. Blood rock lies... East Coast forever.

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