🧨 Page 11 – Bloodlines Across Oceans

dark grimy rap, heavy bass, hard street beat, aggressive multi-syllable flow, raw street energy, dark storytelling

[Hook – Snarling growl, call and response style]

Bloodlines across oceans, drift and carve,
Under crowns, under crosses, under battle scars.
Astor to Astarte, moon to star,
Buildin' thrones outta broken hearts.

[Verse 1 – Cold slow stomp, deep dirty bass]

Astor’s name ain't no accident,
Astarte, Semiramis — black magic sacrament.
Babylon trinity, sun, moon, mornin' star,
Whispers of Nimrod still lightin’ the scars.

Crossed the seas with blood in their hands,
Turnin' covens to cash in New World lands.
John Jacob the butcher? Nah, that’s a front,
Witchcraft prince on a devil’s hunt.

From Walldorf covens, lit in flames,
Stacked up spells with Italian names.
Savoy ghosts, German graves,
Built their power through Satan’s chains.

Couldn’t rise in Europe — blood was froze,
Aristocrats locked every door they chose.
So they shipped their best boy to new shores,
Carved a kingdom from future wars.

[Switch – Beat gets heavier, drops into ghetto sermon pace]

Sixteen years old, but the demon was crowned,
English backhouses bowin’ down.
Not by luck, not by chance,
This was blood-forged dark finance.

Biographers lie, call it "poverty dreams,"
Wasn’t no dream — it was royal schemes.
Set up the House, bought their seats,
Fed the British throne American meat.

[Hook – Repeat louder, bass distort]

Bloodlines across oceans, drift and carve,
Under crowns, under crosses, under battle scars.
Astor to Astarte, moon to star,
Buildin' thrones outta broken hearts.

[Verse 2 – Double time bounce, deadly and tight]

400 years of sorcery moves,
Witchcraft rivers through German grooves.
120 towns burned with the rite,
Diana’s cults under blackest night.

Astors led when the torches raged,
Hidden hands when the witches caged.
No open thrones in Europe’s grip,
So they crossed the sea on the serpent’s ship.

Set up the web, ran with the British Crown,
Helped the Satanic blood keep America down.
Lowkey movers in velvet coats,
Crossing waters with cursed oaths.

Boys from the coven, into the banks,
From butcher's knives to world war tanks.
Helpin’ the pro-British elite invade,
While wearing peasant masks like a blade.

[Bridge – Gritty whispered echo]

Royal blood.
Black flame.
Slave the world.
Hide the name.

[Verse 3 – Final hammer verse, no breathing space]

After aristocracy was crowned in their veins,
Astors shifted back to England’s chains.
Titles gifted, lands bestowed,
No one questioned how the rivers flowed.

Beneath it all, tight in the mist,
German witchcraft, Freemason fists,
British Royals, Italian thrones,
Building hell into flesh and bone.

Black Nobility weaving spells,
Over the Alps and the Roman bells.
History hid the truth so well,
But the bloodlines rise, and the cities fell.

You ain’t read it in a schoolbook lie,
You feel it under your chain-gray sky.
Astors — blazing stars in the night,
Carving your fate with Lucifer’s light.

[Outro – Fade-out with distorted whisper]

Bloodlines across oceans.
Bloodlines across oceans.

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[Hook – Snarling growl, call and response style] Bloodlines across oceans, drift and carve, Under crowns, under crosses, under battle scars. Astor to Astarte, moon to star, Buildin' thrones outta broken hearts. [Verse 1 – Cold slow stomp, deep dirty bass] Astor’s name ain't no accident, Astarte, Semiramis — black magic sacrament. Babylon trinity, sun, moon, mornin' star, Whispers of Nimrod still lightin’ the scars. Crossed the seas with blood in their hands, Turnin' covens to cash in New World lands. John Jacob the butcher? Nah, that’s a front, Witchcraft prince on a devil’s hunt. From Walldorf covens, lit in flames, Stacked up spells with Italian names. Savoy ghosts, German graves, Built their power through Satan’s chains. Couldn’t rise in Europe — blood was froze, Aristocrats locked every door they chose. So they shipped their best boy to new shores, Carved a kingdom from future wars. [Switch – Beat gets heavier, drops into ghetto sermon pace] Sixteen years old, but the demon was crowned, English backhouses bowin’ down. Not by luck, not by chance, This was blood-forged dark finance. Biographers lie, call it "poverty dreams," Wasn’t no dream — it was royal schemes. Set up the House, bought their seats, Fed the British throne American meat. [Hook – Repeat louder, bass distort] Bloodlines across oceans, drift and carve, Under crowns, under crosses, under battle scars. Astor to Astarte, moon to star, Buildin' thrones outta broken hearts. [Verse 2 – Double time bounce, deadly and tight] 400 years of sorcery moves, Witchcraft rivers through German grooves. 120 towns burned with the rite, Diana’s cults under blackest night. Astors led when the torches raged, Hidden hands when the witches caged. No open thrones in Europe’s grip, So they crossed the sea on the serpent’s ship. Set up the web, ran with the British Crown, Helped the Satanic blood keep America down. Lowkey movers in velvet coats, Crossing waters with cursed oaths. Boys from the coven, into the banks, From butcher's knives to world war tanks. Helpin’ the pro-British elite invade, While wearing peasant masks like a blade. [Bridge – Gritty whispered echo] Royal blood. Black flame. Slave the world. Hide the name. [Verse 3 – Final hammer verse, no breathing space] After aristocracy was crowned in their veins, Astors shifted back to England’s chains. Titles gifted, lands bestowed, No one questioned how the rivers flowed. Beneath it all, tight in the mist, German witchcraft, Freemason fists, British Royals, Italian thrones, Building hell into flesh and bone. Black Nobility weaving spells, Over the Alps and the Roman bells. History hid the truth so well, But the bloodlines rise, and the cities fell. You ain’t read it in a schoolbook lie, You feel it under your chain-gray sky. Astors — blazing stars in the night, Carving your fate with Lucifer’s light. [Outro – Fade-out with distorted whisper] Bloodlines across oceans. Bloodlines across oceans.

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