[Intro] Warehouse ash still smoking when the streets lit up — MS-13’s west side boss, Emilio “Snake” Remirez, dropped a bounty on the Reaper. First hit I ever caught. Nobody knows my face, just a blurry phone pic of my shadow and back as I walked out that night. Kinda honored, truth be told. I suit up slow in the gear I built myself: full Kevlar-1-29 plates hugging torso, shoulders, and core — vital spots locked tight. Arms and legs get partial coverage, so I stay quick! Helmet upgraded with crystal-clear night-vision lens, lighter shell but still bullet-rated and sick! Thin Kevlar cloak with deep hood — blade-proof, stops small rounds, flows like smoke. (echo: smoke) Leather gloves packed with steel knuckles, steel-toe (echo: toe) Timbs for stomps. Every strap positioned so my chokes lock in harder, no slip, pure leverage. Kari fed me the play: one of her honey pots works the floor at Pole-katz, texted the exact nights Snake slips away from his girl. Tonight’s the night. I'm ready! (YEAH!) [Verse 1] Kevlar-1-29 wrapped around my chest like a second skin forged in silence Plates overlap cold, no gap for a bullet to claim the defiant (flex!) Partial guards on the arms let me move when I choke a man out Shoulder pads sit perfect so the pressure never slips, no doubt (on me!) Legs shielded light for the chase, steel-toe Timbs ready to crush bone Hooded cloak hangs low, turns blades to nothing, small rounds just brush and groan (ARMOR!) Helmet visor slices the dark with night vision sharp as a blade That blurry pic of my back is all they got — first bounty, first game (HAHA!) [Verse 2] I check the blacked-out vic' I used that Berwyn night, the one that spun the Civic into the pole (skrrt!) Engine purrs low, same ride that ghosted through Cicero tracks under moonlight glow (Death's luxury!) Beretta and combat shoty locked in the console — I hate the steel but the vest proved it pays (echo: pays!) Every strap double-checked, chokes will bite harder than before, no room for mistakes (facts!) Kari’s honey pot confirmed it: Snake hits Pole-katz 7337 West 100 when the club’s half-dead Slips out alone past three, thinks the dancers and the dark keep him safe in his head (safe? nah!) [Verse 3] Never had a price on me till now — streets whispering my name like I’m already legend (yall know!) Honored in a twisted way, means the work on that fent cutter and those warehouse flames hit home (hit home!) I load the vic' quiet, flat-black paint swallowing the streetlight, Timbs crunch gravel slow Kari’s intel locked tight, honey pot’s texts still glowing on the burner phone (burnin’!) One last mirror check — cloak draped, helmet visor down, armor hugging every vital zone This the first time they came for me… feels right, like the reaper finally earned his own (earned it!) [Break] [CHANT] ARMOR UP! REAPER! ARMOR UP! REAPER! Emilio “Snake” Remirez… you drew first blood on the wrong shadow tonight (YEAH! YEAH!) [Verse 4] I climb behind the wheel, blacked-out vic' humming patient like it remembers every chase (skrrt skrrt!) Gear settled perfect, chokes ready, night vision cutting the dark in perfect place (perfect!) Kari risked her girl at the club just to hand me the drop — loyalty like that don’t break (don’t break!) I owe her clean streets, she owes me bodies — tonight we both collect what’s at stake (collect!) Bounty got me smiling, first time they paid to see the reaper beggin' please (BITCH please!) Engine turns over soft, headlights stay dark, I roll out the alley into the winter freeze (freeze!) [Verse 5] B-Bridgeview lights glow faint in the distance, Pole-katz waiting under the sodium haze This the lead-up, the quiet before the storm, the moment the hunter starts his phase (phase!) Suit up complete, blacked-out whip rolling steady toward the lot where the Snake will convey The real work begins the second I park and wait… (wait for it!),,, [pause] C-Club bass thumping faint, Snake probably tossing bands like it’s nothing but play (play!) Armor gleaming under the dash lights, this the luxury the streets can’t take away (away!) First hit on my name but I’m the one turning profit on the muthu' fuckin' game (game!) Blacked-out whip glidin', confidence risin', Reaper about to claim da mutha' fuckin' fame (fame!) [Outro] Calm in the armor, first hit on me feels like honor wrapped in steel (steel!) The night is young, the Snake don’t know what’s coming — but the Reaper’s already real (real!) Reaper waits in the shadows… the hunt is live. (YEAH! REAPER!)
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