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Hard Boiled

Dagonaki
IDENTITY: Techno fused with sinful, mind-screeching screamcore and rapid rap, driven by a dark house pulse; half deathmatch, half club night in a rusty post-apocalyptic pit, MOOD: Filthy, violent, sweaty, hypnotic, dangerous; emergency lights, metal dust, bodies moving like the floor is on fire, RHYTHM: Four-on-the-floor kick, sub-bass pressure, sharp claps, warped hi-hats, grimy house swing, broken-machine percussion, industrial scrapes, glitch bursts, VOCALS: Rapid-fire rap verses, breathless and aggressive, flipping into raw screamcore eruptions, Add shouted crowd chants, distorted backing screams, stuttered vocal cuts, panic breaths, SYNTHS: Buzzing saw leads, acid squelches, grinding bass synth, siren risers, toxic arps, ugly neon stabs, drops like steel doors slamming, CHORUS: Huge distorted impact, screamed hooks, rap replies, hard club rhythm still alive, PRODUCTION: Dark, compressed, filthy, sub-heavy, industrial, chaotic-but-controlled, 138-145 BPM, Full pit violence now!!!
V5.5

[Verse 1 rapped] Bustin' out with the spray and pray, Hot lead flyin' like a hurricane, Droppin' bodies like I've gone insane, I've got a hit counter to maintain. Dropin' back, what do you do? whip out a pair of pistols like you're fuckin' John Woo Dive through the doorway, table splits in two, Somewhere a white dove just flew into view. Shells hit the floor like a slot machine, Whole damn hallway turns into a cutscene, Reload so fast that it shouldn’t be legal— Finish off the last one with a desert eagle. [Pre-Chorus] Kick that door! Hit that floor! Everybody wants a little bit more! Glass comes down, alarms ignite— Wrong damn building, perfect night! [Chorus] HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! TWO GUNS OUT— YOU WANNA START IT?! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! DIVE THROUGH THE GLASS— DON’T ASK,,HAVE AT IT! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! WHOLE ROOM MOVES WHEN THE MUZZLE FLASHES! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! ONE WHITE DUV— THEN THE WHOLE PLACE CRASHES! [Verse 2 rapped] Elevator opens, twelve dudes deep, snap of my wrist, put two to sleep, Hit the button twice, send it back downstairs, Take the fire exit—more assholes there. Slide down the rail, boots hit the tile, Three floors gone in a quarter mile, Suit gets shredded but the hair stays neat, Bad guys multiplying every damn street. Motorcycle screaming through a plate-glass wall, Somehow that was always part of the call, Car flips twice and the soundtrack swells— Walk through the smoke like nobody else. [Pre-Chorus] Kick that door! Hit that floor! There’s somehow fifty fucking more! No way out? That’s all right— There’s always a window in an action fight! [Chorus] HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! TWO GUNS OUT— WHO THE FUCK STARTED IT?! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! DIVE THROUGH THE GLASS— DON’T ASK, JUST HAVE AT IT! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! WHOLE ROOM MOVES WHEN THE MUZZLE FLASHES! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! ONE WHITE DUV— THEN THE WHOLE PLACE CRASHES! [Bridge] Slow motion. Rain coming down. Coat blowing sideways with wind around. GO! [BREAKDOWN] DIVE! ROLL! EMPTY THE CLIP! GRAB! SPIN! LET THAT SHIT RIP! TABLE! WINDOW! STAIRWELL! DOOR! HOW MANY FUCKIN’ GUYS WORK ON THIS FLOOR?! HARD! BOILED! HARD! TARGET! [Final Chorus] HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! TWO GUNS OUT— WHO THE FUCK STARTED IT?! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! DIVE THROUGH THE GLASS— DON’T ASK, JUST HAVE AT IT! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! HIT COUNTER RED AND THE WHOLE THING FLASHES! HARD BOILED! HARD TARGET! ONE WHITE DUV— THEN THE WHOLE PLACE CRASHES! [Outro] Sirens getting closer. Building’s on fire. Gun clicks empty. ... "...shit."