Jolan District Lockdown

[Verse 1] November smoke in the lanes, Fallujah coughs black Jolan District locked down, every doorway talks back Small fire team ghosting walls, helmets low, eyes sharp Point cuts first through the lane, rest flow on his arc "Move cover left roofline set cross clear push" Hands flash through the haze, then the squad disappears, hush Window glass and broken cinder, every corner holds teeth One man on the alley, one man on the street sweep Contact call crackles in, short and ugly through the static "Left side, second floor!" and the stack goes automatic Boots kiss the curb, then the wall, then the shadow Quick peeks, hard angles, every threshold a battle [Verse 2] Rotation on movement, point changes with the turn Northbound, southbound, every head on a swivel earns Door breach by discipline, no crowding the frame Muzzle up, sector split, every room gets named "Clear!" on the first sweep, but the roof still spits Rounds chew the plaster, dust blooms, the team stays fit One drags cover, one marks the corner with a glance One snaps a hand signal, two-step, then advance Alleys bend mean, wires hang low, windows stare wide Rooftop silhouettes trade shots over the broken skyline The team keeps motion, never stalls, never breaks Heavy fire, close pressure, but the formation still stays "Set!" then "Cross!" then "Move!" in the shouted chain No hero lines here, just geometry and pain [Verse 3] Stack on the next house, left shoulder to the wall Right-side window cracked, still the squad answers the call Corner check, slice the pie, then the stairwell climb One man takes high, one man keeps low every time Radio bursts: "Possible contact front, bounding to the rear" Gravel in the throat of the lane, but the line stays clear "Cover left roofline!" as the muzzle flash blooms "Set cross clear push!" and they surge through the rooms A door swings hard, then a hallway narrows thin The team moves like one body made of wire and grit within No pause, no drift, no stray look, no slack Just discipline under fire and a hard route back [Bridge] Hand up, hold, then break Window left, window right Roofline, alley, doorframe Move in the smoke and fight Contact front, contact rear Stay tight, stay low, stay mean November burns through the block Still the team cuts clean [Verse 4] By the last bend, the block is all echoes and sparks Shouted calls cut the dark, then vanish in the dark Point rotates again as the street changes shape Every man knows the lane, every man knows the stake "Clear!" from the final room, then the stack flows out Through the ruined house line with the radios spitting out Constant motion, hard cover, never giving the street breath Survive by the spacing, the timing, and the threat Jolan dust on the gear, Fallujah heat in the bone No pause, just movement through the houses made of stone Left roofline, cross set, doors checked, corners swept Small team, live wire, every step earned and kept [Outro] Move cover left roofline set cross clear push Move cover left roofline set cross clear push Keep tight, keep moving, keep the line in the rush