MURDERRRAH [Act of Cain] by Jack Righteous

[INTRO – SPOKEN WRATH]
(WOI!)  
(BOOM—BOOM)  
(BOOM—BOOM)  
Oh Jah... hear dem now.  
Mi step cold — like storm comin’.  
**War — inside mi blood.**
BOOM! BOOM! WAR!  
BOOM! BOOM! WAR!

[HOOK INSTRUMENTAL DROP]  
[Fierce drum roll, rising FX, stone strike percussion]  
BOOM! BOOM! WAR!  
BOOM! BOOM! WAR!  
[Thunder echo — fading into silence]

[VERSE 1 – KILLER COMPOSURE]  
Dem seh mi born wid fire in chest,  
But dis flame nuh sleep — it refuse rest.  
Mi walk like storm-breath, eyes like flint,  
When Brudda cross mi path — creation went still.  
Mi nah bluff, mi rage nuh fake,  
Mi grin like death — make devil shake.  
Try hold peace — mi silence roar,  
Earth baptize mi in dust and war.  
He shine too pure — mi burn too true,  
Yuh favor him light — but blood now due.  
[Adlib: “Light di sky!”]

[CHORUS – WARCHANT MODE]  
🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!)  
🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!)  
🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!)  
LET DEM KNOW! WOI!

[VERSE 2 – BROTHER CONFRONTATION]  
Mi own blood stand before mi still,  
Eyes of peace — but mi heart want kill.  
Not for hate — but for right mi see,  
A shadow rise same shape as mi.  
One step closer — creation hold breath,  
Brother to brother — life to death.  
[Silence bar — then drums slam back in.]

[VERSE 3 – REDEMPTION WITH CLAWS]  
Mi spirit crack, mi soul get torn,  
Mi bloodline blaze where wrath was born.  
Mi vex wid mi self, still Jah seh:  
“Bend nuh break — mi clear yuh way.”  
But mi heart beat rough — like iron stone,  
Half is mine — half not mi own.  
Voice fulla curse, hand fulla sin,  
One voice whisper: “Spare him, kin.”  
But di lion growl: “Yuh tek di crown.  
Di fire choose — strike him down.”  
[Adlib: “Last breath now.”]

[CHORUS – LOUDER, DEADLIER]  
🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!)  
🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!)  
🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!)  
LET DEM KNOW! WOI!  
**(Let di sky crack, blood flow slow...)**

[FINAL VERSE – THE STRIKE]  
Mi see him tremble, soft like clay,  
Mi slay di beast — him hide away.  
She watch mi fight, still choose him weak,  
Now she gon’ learn what strong men speak.  
Yuh talk of love — mi talk of flame,  
Mi heart still burn — mi call his name.  
Mi hand nuh shake, mi blood nuh cold,  
Dis world belong to di brave, not those who fold.  
[instrumental build up]
[FINAL CHANT – THE BLOWS]  [Jaw Dropping]
🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi take mi claim!)  
🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi break di shame!)  
🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi rage, mi right!)  
🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi own di night!)  
🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Yuh fall, yuh fade!)  
🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi mark now made!)  
🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi roar, mi crown!)  
🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (No turnin’ down!)

[OUTRO – QUIET, AFTER THE BLOWS]  
Dust rise slow, di air still red,  
Mi breath like stone, di silence spread.  
No angel speak, no thunder cry,  
Only mi heart — she ask, “Why?”  
Mi look ‘pon her — mi voice done dry,  
Now dem all must die.  
(WOI… Murdda… Murdda…)

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[meta_theme: Wrath / Jealousy / Judgment / Bloodline] [meta_mood: Explosive, Tragic, Apocalyptic] [meta_style: Tribal-Trap with Ancient War Chant] [meta_structure: Intro – Hook – Verse 1 – Chorus – Verse 2 – Chorus – Verse 3 – Chorus – Final Verse – Blow Chant – Outro] [meta_instrumentation: thunder drums, low horns, shakers, heartbeat bass, echoing male choir, low beast growl] [INTRO – SPOKEN WRATH] (WOI!) (BOOM—BOOM) (BOOM—BOOM) Oh Jah... hear dem now. Mi step cold — like storm comin’. **War — inside mi blood.** BOOM! BOOM! WAR! BOOM! BOOM! WAR! [HOOK INSTRUMENTAL DROP] [Fierce drum roll, rising FX, stone strike percussion] BOOM! BOOM! WAR! BOOM! BOOM! WAR! [Thunder echo — fading into silence] [VERSE 1 – KILLER COMPOSURE] Dem seh mi born wid fire in chest, But dis flame nuh sleep — it refuse rest. Mi walk like storm-breath, eyes like flint, When Brudda cross mi path — creation went still. Mi nah bluff, mi rage nuh fake, Mi grin like death — make devil shake. Try hold peace — mi silence roar, Earth baptize mi in dust and war. He shine too pure — mi burn too true, Yuh favor him light — but blood now due. [Adlib: “Light di sky!”] [CHORUS – WARCHANT MODE] 🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!) 🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!) 🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!) LET DEM KNOW! WOI! [VERSE 2 – BROTHER CONFRONTATION] Mi own blood stand before mi still, Eyes of peace — but mi heart want kill. Not for hate — but for right mi see, A shadow rise same shape as mi. One step closer — creation hold breath, Brother to brother — life to death. [Silence bar — then drums slam back in.] [VERSE 3 – REDEMPTION WITH CLAWS] Mi spirit crack, mi soul get torn, Mi bloodline blaze where wrath was born. Mi vex wid mi self, still Jah seh: “Bend nuh break — mi clear yuh way.” But mi heart beat rough — like iron stone, Half is mine — half not mi own. Voice fulla curse, hand fulla sin, One voice whisper: “Spare him, kin.” But di lion growl: “Yuh tek di crown. Di fire choose — strike him down.” [Adlib: “Last breath now.”] [CHORUS – LOUDER, DEADLIER] 🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!) 🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!) 🎤 DEM CALL I: MURDERRAH! (Murdda—Murdda!) LET DEM KNOW! WOI! **(Let di sky crack, blood flow slow...)** [FINAL VERSE – THE STRIKE] Mi see him tremble, soft like clay, Mi slay di beast — him hide away. She watch mi fight, still choose him weak, Now she gon’ learn what strong men speak. Yuh talk of love — mi talk of flame, Mi heart still burn — mi call his name. Mi hand nuh shake, mi blood nuh cold, Dis world belong to di brave, not those who fold. [instrumental build up] [FINAL CHANT – THE BLOWS] [Jaw Dropping] 🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi take mi claim!) 🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi break di shame!) 🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi rage, mi right!) 🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi own di night!) 🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Yuh fall, yuh fade!) 🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi mark now made!) 🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (Mi roar, mi crown!) 🎤 BOOM—BOOM! (No turnin’ down!) [OUTRO – QUIET, AFTER THE BLOWS] Dust rise slow, di air still red, Mi breath like stone, di silence spread. No angel speak, no thunder cry, Only mi heart — she ask, “Why?” Mi look ‘pon her — mi voice done dry, Now dem all must die. (WOI… Murdda… Murdda…)

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