[VERSE 1 - SMOKE - cold rap, 94 BPM] [Beat transition: chain-gang stomp to trap kicks, low guitar hum] I move like midnight with a match in my molars, Bible on the bar but the barrel speak colder. Name Smoke, I choke the room before I enter, Same face, colder weather, winter in the center. I don't flirt with fear; I make it pay rent, Seen coffins turn corners where the good time went. Chicago left scars under pinstripe cloth, Mississippi got fangs and a moon full of wrath. I count every sin like a debt on a ledger, Cut through red dirt with a cold steel measure. Stack got silk, I got storm in my knuckles, He sells the dream, I hear demons in the shuffle. I don't dance with shadows, I drag them to flame, Put a cross in the doorway, put lead in the name. Juke joint lit, but my eyes stay loaded, If evil wants entry, the whole night exploded. I am the lock, the law, the last hard warning, Smoke before sunrise, black suit mourning. Let the bloodsuckers sing, let the floorboards tremble, I came home broken, left built like a temple. Every curse in the cornfield knows I don't fold, Born from hot grief and baptized in cold. Touch my people, I become that thunder, One twin love smooth, one twin pull under. [VERSE 2 - STACK - sexy R&B, 76 BPM] [Beat transition: drums melt to rimshots, bass slides, guitar turns honey-slow] Baby, I am Stack, let me lean into the night, Gold tooth gleam when the red moon bite. I don't raise my voice, I let the room undress, Silk shirt open where the sinners confess. Come close, hear the trouble in my breathing, Sweet-tongued danger with a halo barely leaving. Smoke keeps war tucked tight in his palm, I keep temptation moving slow like a psalm. I can make a ghost blush, make a graveyard sway, Make the devil tap his glass when I look that way. My love is a match head, pretty till it burns, Every kiss got a crossroads, every touch takes turns. I been bad, baby, but I sing it in satin, Sin on my collar, salvation in passing. If the night wants me, let it beg on beat, I step through the heat with the blues in my feet. I smell blood in the roses, lust in the rain, Still I smile like pleasure never heard of pain. Let vampires circle with silver lies, I can charm their hunger, then cut out their eyes. I am not Smoke; I am sugar on a blade, Slow body rhythm where the dark gets played. He is hard iron; I am warm red wine, Two halves of a curse on the same bloodline. When evil calls sweet, I don't bow, I bite, I turn seduction to war by the end of the night. [VERSE 3 - SMOKE vs STACK - rap/R&B switch, 88 BPM] [Beat transition: rimshots snap to heavy kicks; gospel hum climbs] SMOKE: I see teeth in the doorway, death dressed clean, Promises polished till the poison turn green. Stack, quit smiling, that charm ain't shield, This ain't no dance when the grave gets healed. Got names in my chest that the dirt couldn't keep, Daughter's soft laugh buried deep in my sleep. So I load every memory, cock back pain, Make daylight out of blood when it drip from the cane. STACK: Smoke, you a storm, but a storm still lonely, Let me move close where the wicked try to own me. I hear evil croon in a lover's tone, But my soul still knows which road is home. Let them come perfume-sweet, let them sing my name, Kiss the lie once, then set fire to the frame. Velvet got teeth, desire got aim, I make sin lean in, then I bury its claim. SMOKE: Then stand on the line when the windows go black. STACK: I stand in the fire with my heart unpacked. SMOKE: No doors for the monsters. STACK: No room for the rot. SMOKE: If they want our blood-- STACK: They can bleed on the spot. SMOKE: I am judgment in boots. STACK: I am mercy with heat. SMOKE: We turn night into ash. STACK: We make evil retreat. BOTH: From juke to grave, from field to steeple, We fight no glory; we fight for our people. [OUTRO - DUET - Smoke raps low, Stack sings, 82 BPM] [Beat transition: drums drop to heartbeat, choir breathes] SMOKE: Evil got a language; I answer in flame. STACK: Evil got a hunger; I starve it by name. SMOKE: No fangs, no hood, no curse getting through. STACK: No sweet little lie turning old pain new. SMOKE: I was built from the smoke after dreams got burned. STACK: I was made from the heat where the lost hearts turn. SMOKE: Brother, keep the door. STACK: Brother, light the sign. SMOKE: Tonight we cut the dark. STACK: Tonight the dawn is mine. BOTH: We are blood, we are burden, we are blade, we are vow, One cold as the barrel, one warm as the mouth. We are sin's last warning, we are faith with scars, Two shadows from the Delta punching holes through stars. If evil rises singing, we will answer louder, With holy steel, hot blues, black dust, gunpowder. No throne for the wicked, no feast, no crown, We burn every demon till the whole night bows down. Smoke takes the front, Stack makes the flame feel beautiful, Rap turns brutal, R&B turns dutiful. Till every child can sleep and every grave stays still, We hunt what hunts love, and we always will.
