[Intro] [Style: Deep raspy spoken word, low cadence, ambient street sounds] [Spoken, close-mic, no rhythm] Ok... you wanna judge me? Put on my boots. Keep 'em... maybe you'll understand the road they walked. Now get the fuck out of my face. [Verse 1] [Style: West Coast spoken rap flow, relaxed Snoop-style cadence, laid-back beat] [Flow: Talk-singing disabled, purely rhythmic delivery] Keep my friends close, got my enemies near my heart, Learned to read the dark before the fire even start. Hands covered in callus, grease under my fingernails, Carrying heavy loads while the phantom system fails. I don't play the saint, I don't sell no fake remorse, Steering through the storm like a heavy iron horse. You look at my scars like they're somethin' to despise, I look at your smooth hands and I see a pack of lies! [Hook] [Style: Heavy 808 drop, aggressive spoken rap, rhythmic talk] [Delivery: Punchy, authoritative, raw] I ain't no pretty boy, I'm a straight-up motherfucker! No polished edges, no shiny corporate cover! I stand my ground, pay my dues, clear my track, Got fifty-two years of gravel runnin' right down my back! Yeah, I ain't no pretty boy! [Verse 2] [Style: Transition to double-time flow, tempo speed up, building tension] (Ritm normal) Alarm goes off early, boots tied tight again, Out there in the cold, pullin' weight for my kin. Honest bread on the table, paid in sweat and blood, Driving through the concrete, dragging through the mud. [Style: Double-time rap flow, fast cadence, doubled syllable speed, heavy bass rolls] (Accelerație - Double Time) Now-the-pressure-is-a-risin'-and-the-engine-gonna-blow! I-be-steppin'-on-the-gas-and-I-am-never-goin'-slow! Got-no-pity-for-the-phony-or-the-suits-inside-the-cage, I-a-set-this-whole-system-ablaze-on-the-stage! Look-at-me-now-I-am-breakin'-the-chain, I-be-runnin'-right-through-all-the-fire-and-pain! No-more-apologies-no-more-decay, Out-of-my-path-get-the-fuck-out-my-way! [Hook] [Style: Heavy 808 drop, aggressive spoken rap, rhythmic talk] [Delivery: Punchy, authoritative, raw] I ain't no pretty boy, I'm a straight-up motherfucker! No polished edges, no shiny corporate cover! I stand my ground, pay my dues, clear my track, Got fifty-two years of gravel runnin' right down my back! Yeah, I ain't no pretty boy! [Bridge] [Style: Aggressive riser, fast hi-hat roll, building climax, intense energy] [Solo: Screaming distorted blues guitar, rapid drum rolls] You talk about survival? Watch me tear the wall down! FASTER! HARDER! NO SURRENDER! [Verse 3] [Style: Triple-time rap flow, rapid-fire syllables, maximum tension, fast choppers flow] (Explozie - Triple Time / Fast Chopper) Look-at-the-crown-that-you-wear-it-is-fake-it-is-plastic-and-breakin'-in-two! I-was-created-in-fire-and-iron-I'm-never-alignin'-with-punks-like-you! Take-all-your-rules-and-your-corporate-fools-and-the-system-that-tries-to-be-rulin'-my-mind, I-am-the-hazard-the-outlaw-the-thunder-you-never-can-shackle-or-bind! I-don't-need-pity-I-don't-need-your-grace, I-spit-the-truth-right-in-front-of-your-face! Runnin'-it-fast-and-I'm-kickin'-the-door, I-am-the-beast-that-is-ready-for-war! Raw-steel! Raw-rage! Break-out! Of-the-cage! [Outro] [Style: Sudden beat cut, heavy sub-drop, dry raspy spoken word] Keep the boots. Walk a mile. Then come back and tell me who I am. Yeah... didn't think so. I ain't no pretty boy. [Fade Out] [End]
