Angelic

In your face, Dark, Angelic BAttle, HUGE, Symphonic, Loud Vocals, Overwhelming, haunting

V4.5

[Break]

[Verse – Rage-sung, Jelly Roll cadence turned volcanic, snapping like a chain breaking]
I fought this thing in my sleep, in my mirror, in my bones. It crawled through every second I tried to be clean, chewin’ on my backbone. It knows every name I flinched at. Every lie I fed myself just to stay floatin’. And now it’s screamin’ in my face like I’m supposed to fold? Nah. I clawed up out the hole it built. It wants war? I’m the whole fuckin’ field. And I ain't stoppin' till I rip the scream outta its throat.

[Verse – Vicious double-time Southern rap, spit flying, jaw tight, on edge of losing control]
This thing fed on every second I second-guessed. It sharpened its claws on my chest. I fed it silence. I fed it shame. Now I feed it fists and give it my name. Ain’t no metaphor in this. This ain't a poem. This is blood, bone, brick. This is bare-knuckle gospel and breath-holdin’ rage. I ain’t preachin’, I’m bitin’. Ain’t confessin’—I’m decidin’. I kill this thing, or I lose myself forever.

[Hook – Chant-scream hybrid, pounding rhythm, crowd-fight intensity, final form fury]
I rip. I tear. I bleed. I bite.
Dragged that fucker into the light.
No prayer. No priest. Just rage and spite.
Cain Still Bleeds — and I still fight.
No breath. No sleep. No calm. No doubt.
I stomp my fears till the soul burns out.
You want my fate? Then rip it from my hands.
But I swear to hell, I'LL MAKE MY STAND!

[Break]

[Verse – Jelly roll vocals, smirkin’ through split lips, voice draggin’ chains across bone]
You wanna see pain? I kept it in jars. Fed it like dogs. Named every scar. I ain’t scared of the dark — I am the pitch. I kissed the flame and carved my stitch. Tried to drown me in guilt, but I drank that flood. Learned to swim in trauma and spit back blood. I don’t pray for peace, I provoke the war. I walk through hell just to kick in the door.

[Verse – Cain, rap-singin’ like a man with a cold grin and blood on his knuckles]
Every scream I swallowed got barbed on the way down. Now I spit 'em back like brass rounds. I ain’t shakin’ no more — I’m steady. Hands locked on its throat, grip deadly. Demon twitchin’ while I watch it fade, eyes like ice, smile like a blade. Built from wreckage, wired to burn. You talk survival — I talk return. Ain’t no mercy left in my lungs. Just rhythm, ruin, and pride unsung.

[Bridge – jelly roll vocals, low and cruel, voice like steel draggin’ across gravel]
I gave you years. You gave me nothin’ but teeth. Now I chew through your memory just to breathe. This ain’t survival — this is reclaimin’. This is Cain takin’ back the whole damn name.

[Final Hook – Cain, roarin’ over a battlefield of ghosts]
I rip. I tear. I bleed. I bite.
Dragged that fucker into the light.
No prayer. No priest. Just rage and spite.
Cain Still Bleeds — and I still fight.
No breath. No sleep. No calm. No doubt.
I stomp my fears till the soul burns out.
You want my fate? Then come and try.
But you better swing first — ‘cause I won't die.

[Outro – jelly roll vocals, slow and savage, like he’s leanin’ over the demon's body, breath hot, words colder]
Look at you now—crawl-spittin’, hollow-eyed, beggin’ behind your teeth. Where’s that voice that used to choke me out? Gone. Just like your grip. You thought I was yours. Thought I’d stay buried, broken, beggin’. But I broke your hands. Took your name. Spat you out like poison. You don’t get to ride my blood no more. You don’t get to speak in my silence. I ain’t scared of you—I ain’t even mad. I’m past that. I’m above that. I’m Cain, and I want you to remember this with every second you rot: you should’ve finished me when I was on my knees. Now I’m standin’... and you? You’re just proof. Proof I was right to keep swingin’. So stay down, bitch. Stay quiet. And if you ever think about climbin’ back up? Fuck around... and find out.

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[Intro – Clear Loud Vocals, Barked through clenched teeth, breath burning, chaos rising underneath] Get off of me... I said GET OFF OF ME... I SAID Get the FUCK off of ME!!! You ain’t takin’ me this time. I’ll break ribs with my teeth and drag my demons through the gravel. You think I’m scared of you? You BEEN in me. You grew inside my fuckin’ lungs. You made me choke on my own blood and smile through it. But I’m still here. Still breathin’. Still swingin’. I got fire in my spine and nothin’ left to give but pain. Bite down. Tear loose. I don't care if I bleed. I'm not dyin' with you in me. [Break] [Verse – Rage-sung, Jelly Roll cadence turned volcanic, snapping like a chain breaking] I fought this thing in my sleep, in my mirror, in my bones. It crawled through every second I tried to be clean, chewin’ on my backbone. It knows every name I flinched at. Every lie I fed myself just to stay floatin’. And now it’s screamin’ in my face like I’m supposed to fold? Nah. I clawed up out the hole it built. It wants war? I’m the whole fuckin’ field. And I ain't stoppin' till I rip the scream outta its throat. [Verse – Vicious double-time Southern rap, spit flying, jaw tight, on edge of losing control] This thing fed on every second I second-guessed. It sharpened its claws on my chest. I fed it silence. I fed it shame. Now I feed it fists and give it my name. Ain’t no metaphor in this. This ain't a poem. This is blood, bone, brick. This is bare-knuckle gospel and breath-holdin’ rage. I ain’t preachin’, I’m bitin’. Ain’t confessin’—I’m decidin’. I kill this thing, or I lose myself forever. [Hook – Chant-scream hybrid, pounding rhythm, crowd-fight intensity, final form fury] I rip. I tear. I bleed. I bite. Dragged that fucker into the light. No prayer. No priest. Just rage and spite. Cain Still Bleeds — and I still fight. No breath. No sleep. No calm. No doubt. I stomp my fears till the soul burns out. You want my fate? Then rip it from my hands. But I swear to hell, I'LL MAKE MY STAND! [Break] [Verse – Jelly roll vocals, smirkin’ through split lips, voice draggin’ chains across bone] You wanna see pain? I kept it in jars. Fed it like dogs. Named every scar. I ain’t scared of the dark — I am the pitch. I kissed the flame and carved my stitch. Tried to drown me in guilt, but I drank that flood. Learned to swim in trauma and spit back blood. I don’t pray for peace, I provoke the war. I walk through hell just to kick in the door. [Verse – Cain, rap-singin’ like a man with a cold grin and blood on his knuckles] Every scream I swallowed got barbed on the way down. Now I spit 'em back like brass rounds. I ain’t shakin’ no more — I’m steady. Hands locked on its throat, grip deadly. Demon twitchin’ while I watch it fade, eyes like ice, smile like a blade. Built from wreckage, wired to burn. You talk survival — I talk return. Ain’t no mercy left in my lungs. Just rhythm, ruin, and pride unsung. [Bridge – jelly roll vocals, low and cruel, voice like steel draggin’ across gravel] I gave you years. You gave me nothin’ but teeth. Now I chew through your memory just to breathe. This ain’t survival — this is reclaimin’. This is Cain takin’ back the whole damn name. [Final Hook – Cain, roarin’ over a battlefield of ghosts] I rip. I tear. I bleed. I bite. Dragged that fucker into the light. No prayer. No priest. Just rage and spite. Cain Still Bleeds — and I still fight. No breath. No sleep. No calm. No doubt. I stomp my fears till the soul burns out. You want my fate? Then come and try. But you better swing first — ‘cause I won't die. [Outro – jelly roll vocals, slow and savage, like he’s leanin’ over the demon's body, breath hot, words colder] Look at you now—crawl-spittin’, hollow-eyed, beggin’ behind your teeth. Where’s that voice that used to choke me out? Gone. Just like your grip. You thought I was yours. Thought I’d stay buried, broken, beggin’. But I broke your hands. Took your name. Spat you out like poison. You don’t get to ride my blood no more. You don’t get to speak in my silence. I ain’t scared of you—I ain’t even mad. I’m past that. I’m above that. I’m Cain, and I want you to remember this with every second you rot: you should’ve finished me when I was on my knees. Now I’m standin’... and you? You’re just proof. Proof I was right to keep swingin’. So stay down, bitch. Stay quiet. And if you ever think about climbin’ back up? Fuck around... and find out.

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