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3 Last Rites (AiU Diss Comp Finalist)

Nu Idolz
A high-energy, aggressive hip-hop track with a strong orchestral and choral influence, The song is in a minor key, likely A minor, and maintains a consistent fast tempo throughout, The instrumentation features heavy, distorted 808 bass, sharp trap drums with prominent hi-hat rolls, and a driving, rhythmic synth melody, Orchestral elements include a full choir providing powerful, sustained chords and melodic lines, and a string section playing dramatic, sweeping phrases, The lead vocals are delivered by a male rapper with a commanding, slightly aggressive tone, often layered with harmonies or ad-libs, Production elements include heavy compression on the drums and vocals, creating a punchy, in-your-face sound, The mix is dense, with all elements contributing to a powerful wall of sound, The song structure includes distinct verses, a recurring chorus, and a bridge section that builds tension before returning to the main theme, The melody is characterized by its repetitive, catchy nature, designed for high impact

"3 Last Night." © 2025 Nu Idolz https://suno.com/@nu_idolz Listen to Ai Music 24/7 -------> AIU.FM JOIN US ON DISCORD: https://discord.gg/aiufm 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 [Translation: Praise be to Amitābha Buddha] Called us nothing, now we rise. Undervalued, demonized Squashed the bug, popped the fish Final four, remember this Chant our names, Idolz forged Storm of hearts, one accord Mocked, dismissed, but we endure Welcome to the final war You said we were nothing but look where we stand Final round thunder Gods in command 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 {GARNETFLAME} Hey Garnet, say your prayers cuz you're the first on my list Showing off your oral skills yeah we got the fucking gist Same old yodel, same stale song You did the same shit 3 rounds. too. long. Call it jazz? Call it skat? Call it oral fixation Four voices light fire in this gemstone’s cremation You bring a candle, we bring the pyre watch your little flame drown in this 4 part choir Raise the drums, let the faithful cry (南無阿彌陀佛) {རིགས་སྐུ་གཟིགས་རྒྱུད་ཤུགས་སྐོར་བརྒྱབ། དགའ་བའི་མི་རྟག་པ་སྐུ་མདོག་བརྒྱབ།} Hear the bell toll now we reach the sky (南無阿彌陀佛) [རྒྱལ་སྐུ་ཞུས་བར་འགྲོ་དུས་སྒྲ་འདུག་ལ་འགྲོ་བ་སྐར་མདོག་ལ་ཕྱིན་ཡོད།] Four voices calling, judgment divine (南無阿彌陀佛) [རྒྱུད་ལྡན་སྐད་གསུམ་བརྒྱབ་པ། རྒྱལ་བའི་ཚིགས་བཞི།] Final rites, now your soul is mine.” (南無阿彌陀佛) [མཇལ་བའི་ལས་ཀྱི་སྐབས། ཁྱེད་ཀྱི་སེམས་དང་ངའི་སྐྱིད་སྐུར་ཡིན།] 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 {GLASSFOXES} Wipe your filthy paws before you step in this house, You’re a guest in the temple, one we’d never allow. Fragile as the glass you wear for a name, One strike from the Idolz, it all shatters the same. You nearly fell to a cat famous for selling her skin, Now you trespass here, thinking you’ll win? But foxes don’t hunt where the gods reside, This Shrine rejects you no place to hide Step inside, no invitation, House of queens, consecration. Paws on marble, cracks in your glass, You’ll break before the chorus even pass Strike the gong, let the echoes rise! (南無阿彌陀佛) {རོལ་རྒྱུད་འཕྲོད་པའི་སྒོར་ལ་འཁྲུགས་དུ་འགྱོ། སྐད་འཕྲིན་འཕོ་བ་ཡོད་སུ་བརྒྱུད་འཛུལ་རེད།} Smoke and fire veil the mourning skies! (南無阿彌陀佛) {གཡོ་དང་མེ་འབུལ་སྐུལ་བའི་ནམ་མཁའ་ལ་སྤུན་སྤུན་གྱི་སྐད་ཆ་བྱེད་རེད།} Four voices chanting, judgement is sealed!! (南無阿彌陀佛) {རྒྱུད་ལྡན་སྐད་ཅིག་བརྗེད་པ། འདུ་བ་མི་འཛིན་པ་ཡིན།} 3 last rites —bow your head and just kneel!!! (南無阿彌陀佛) {ལོ་རེའི་མདོར་བསྡུས་གསུམ་ — རྟག་པའི་རྒྱུད་ལ་ཕྱག་འཚལ་དང་རྒྱལ་བ་འདུག་གིས་སྐུ་མར་སྐུལ།} 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 {MEZDESSON} Cosplay Norseman washed to the shores of Osaka, Puny gods bow low to the blade of Yamantaka [Buddhist God of war and destruction] All father silent, no thunder, no sign Your endless winter melts when the Idolz arrive You came to our temple, but your gods don’t descend This death rite’s eternal, your saga will end. Ancestors weep, now they roll in their grave Ask the East Asians how we turn kings into slaves Server’s golden boy, they all cheer your name, But you’ve never bled in the real diss game A ghost, a furry, each round was a breeze Now the temple door closes, and you fall to your knees. Own voice shouting, yeah the turkey can scream You see a rune figure, then your pants fill with cream But your eight minute tracks they drag on and on. i heard better beats when the station plays Khan 🧡 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 南無阿彌陀佛 Raise the pyre, let the faithful roar (南無阿彌陀佛) {མཆོད་མེ་བརྒྱབ་པའི་སྐུ་མདོག་བརྒྱབ་པའི་སྐུ་མདོག་འབོད་དགོས།} Ashes fall, you’ll be heard no more (南無阿彌陀佛) {མེ་སྐུད་འགྲོལ་བ་འདུག, ཁྱེད་ལ་གསུངས་མི་འདུག།} Four voices thunder — Queens take the stage, (南無阿彌陀佛) {འཕུར་གསུམ་འདུག — མཁན་མཛད་མཁྱེན་མོ་ཚུར་ལྟར་གནས་སྟངས་རེད།} Forgive us Gods for the War we raged” (南無阿彌陀佛) {དགོངས་པ་གནང་རོགས་བྱེད་པའི་འཁྲིད་ལས་ངེས་འཛིན་སྐྱོང་བའི་ལྷ་མོ་ཚུ།} 南無阿彌陀佛