BARRELS IN THE BASEMENT (DON V’S LAST SUPPER)

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[Verse 1]
Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot;
GFV (low, deliberate, fuse-sizzle under voice): “I know of no reason… why gunpowder treason… should ever be forgot.”
We run the night like a Cosa Nostra crew,
Silk suits, Guy Fawkes grin, no snitch;
GFV (dry chuckle, match-strike): “Thirty-six barrels… in the cellar… primed.”
Parliament’s a casino, kings rig the wheel,
But we’re the house that always hits;
Taxman’s a capo, we clip his wings—
GFV (whisper-growl): “Tonight the family settles debts.”  [Hook 1 – Tommy Gun Tempo]
BOOM-BOOM, BARRELS IN THE BASEMENT!
CONCRETE KISS FOR EVERY TRAITOR FACIN’!
GFV (rapid-fire, rat-a-tat): “MAFIA OF THE MASK—NO NAMES, NO TRACE—”
5TH OF NOVEMBER, WE ERASE THE STATE!  [Verse 2]
Guy Fawkes was the OG, underboss of wrath,
Plotted the hit with a Catholic mass;
GFV (echoed confession booth): “Caught in the act… still never talked.”
We took the oath in the catacombs deep,
V for Vendetta, V for Vendetta keep;
Your CCTV’s a rat in the wall—
GFV (cold, final): “Line ’em up… concrete shoes… no squeal.”  [Verse 3]
They traffic in fear, we traffic in fire,
Digital dons with a ledger of liars;
CBDC’s the skim, facial scan’s the shakedown—
GFV (mocking laugh, spark-wheel scrape): “Old-school crew… burns the whole town.”
One spark from the shadows, the palace goes KABOOM—
GFV (booming, triumphant): “That’s the sound… of the people cashin’ in.”  [Hook 2 – Subwoofer Siciliano]
FUSE IN THE FINGER, DEATH IN THE TRIGGER!
EVERY TYRANT GETS WHACKED—MAKE THE PICTURE BIGGER!
GFV (operatic, rising): “MAFIA OF THE MASK—WE OWN THE NIGHT—”
5TH OF NOVEMBER, OMERTÀ IGNITES!  [Verse 4]
Your vote’s a protection racket, your news is a fix,
We’re the shadow commission that never forgets;
GFV (slow, lethal): “Stackin’ black powder… like bricks of uncut.”
No left, no right—just the family code:
“Touch one of us, the world explodes.”
GFV (whisper, then roar): “From the docks… to the dome… COLLECT.”  [Verse 5]
They’ll call it terrorism, we call it audit,
Barrels of truth in a world full of fraud;
The mask ain’t a disguise, it’s the family crest—
GFV (proud, ancestral): “Anonymous soldiers… no face… all respect.”
The fifth is the sit-down where the table gets flipped,
GFV (icy, final): “And the don in the sky… gets his throat slit quick.”  [Verse 6]
So load the crypt like a capo’s last ride,
Gunpowder gospel in every stride;
GFV (ghostly choir, layered): “Remember, remember… the fifth of November—”
The night the serfs became the syndicate inside.
No more commissions, no more decrees—
GFV (laughing through flames): “Just smoke… just ash… just WE RUN THESE.”  [Final Hook – Double-Barrel Drop]
BOOM-BOOM, BARRELS IN THE BASEMENT!
CONCRETE KISS FOR EVERY TRAITOR FACIN’!
FUSE IN THE FINGER, DEATH IN THE TRIGGER!
GFV (final, apocalyptic, mask-muffled scream): “MAFIA OF THE MASK—THE 5TH JUST MURDERED THE RIGOR!”  (Track ends with a single, lingering match-strike… then silence… then a distant BOOM.)

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[Verse 1] Remember, remember, the fifth of November, Gunpowder treason and plot; GFV (low, deliberate, fuse-sizzle under voice): “I know of no reason… why gunpowder treason… should ever be forgot.” We run the night like a Cosa Nostra crew, Silk suits, Guy Fawkes grin, no snitch; GFV (dry chuckle, match-strike): “Thirty-six barrels… in the cellar… primed.” Parliament’s a casino, kings rig the wheel, But we’re the house that always hits; Taxman’s a capo, we clip his wings— GFV (whisper-growl): “Tonight the family settles debts.” [Hook 1 – Tommy Gun Tempo] BOOM-BOOM, BARRELS IN THE BASEMENT! CONCRETE KISS FOR EVERY TRAITOR FACIN’! GFV (rapid-fire, rat-a-tat): “MAFIA OF THE MASK—NO NAMES, NO TRACE—” 5TH OF NOVEMBER, WE ERASE THE STATE! [Verse 2] Guy Fawkes was the OG, underboss of wrath, Plotted the hit with a Catholic mass; GFV (echoed confession booth): “Caught in the act… still never talked.” We took the oath in the catacombs deep, V for Vendetta, V for Vendetta keep; Your CCTV’s a rat in the wall— GFV (cold, final): “Line ’em up… concrete shoes… no squeal.” [Verse 3] They traffic in fear, we traffic in fire, Digital dons with a ledger of liars; CBDC’s the skim, facial scan’s the shakedown— GFV (mocking laugh, spark-wheel scrape): “Old-school crew… burns the whole town.” One spark from the shadows, the palace goes KABOOM— GFV (booming, triumphant): “That’s the sound… of the people cashin’ in.” [Hook 2 – Subwoofer Siciliano] FUSE IN THE FINGER, DEATH IN THE TRIGGER! EVERY TYRANT GETS WHACKED—MAKE THE PICTURE BIGGER! GFV (operatic, rising): “MAFIA OF THE MASK—WE OWN THE NIGHT—” 5TH OF NOVEMBER, OMERTÀ IGNITES! [Verse 4] Your vote’s a protection racket, your news is a fix, We’re the shadow commission that never forgets; GFV (slow, lethal): “Stackin’ black powder… like bricks of uncut.” No left, no right—just the family code: “Touch one of us, the world explodes.” GFV (whisper, then roar): “From the docks… to the dome… COLLECT.” [Verse 5] They’ll call it terrorism, we call it audit, Barrels of truth in a world full of fraud; The mask ain’t a disguise, it’s the family crest— GFV (proud, ancestral): “Anonymous soldiers… no face… all respect.” The fifth is the sit-down where the table gets flipped, GFV (icy, final): “And the don in the sky… gets his throat slit quick.” [Verse 6] So load the crypt like a capo’s last ride, Gunpowder gospel in every stride; GFV (ghostly choir, layered): “Remember, remember… the fifth of November—” The night the serfs became the syndicate inside. No more commissions, no more decrees— GFV (laughing through flames): “Just smoke… just ash… just WE RUN THESE.” [Final Hook – Double-Barrel Drop] BOOM-BOOM, BARRELS IN THE BASEMENT! CONCRETE KISS FOR EVERY TRAITOR FACIN’! FUSE IN THE FINGER, DEATH IN THE TRIGGER! GFV (final, apocalyptic, mask-muffled scream): “MAFIA OF THE MASK—THE 5TH JUST MURDERED THE RIGOR!” (Track ends with a single, lingering match-strike… then silence… then a distant BOOM.)

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