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Demon, Demon

Ben Ready
Southern trap anthems that blends laggression, and boss energy perfectly, Here’s a full breakdown of the beat’s vibe, elements, and feel:heavy, regal trap sound, • It’s got that signature dark orchestral trap feel — cinematic but street, ⸻ 🎵 Overall Mood: • Boss energy / aggressive • Sounds like walking into a room where everyone already knows you’re the one in charge, • Confident, rich, powerful, The kind of beat you talk money and moves over — not struggle, ⸻ 🔊 Key Elements of the Beat: 1, Melody: • Starts with a royal, orchestral synth pad — almost like horns or strings you’d hear in a movie scene where a king arrives, • The melody is minimal but dominant — short notes that repeat, creating a hypnotic and powerful loop, • Gives off a “trap meets throne room” energy, 2, Drums: • Classic 808 Mafia-style drums — heavy 808s that Big drum fills, heavy bass, party anthem

[Verse 1] Demon Demon You cannot see men Mouths all open Draining what they can Shadows at the bar top Hands on every vein Laughing as they swallow Calling it a game [Chorus] Demon Demon You can’t see men Sucking all the colour out Again and again Drinking down the daylight Leaving everything thin Demon Demon You can’t see them [Verse 2] Watch them in the boardroom Ties around their throats Biting through the small talk Chewing on the hope Teeth in every promise Smiles that never reach They toast another emptiness And call it something sweet [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] You think you own the hunger But they’re already fed They’re licking every heartbeat Clean and red [crescendo] You think you pull the strings here You think you’re at the head But they’re the ones who drain it And leave you begging scraps instead [Chorus] Demon In The Steeple [Intro] Demon Demon You cannot see men Sucking the life up Like it’s sea men [Verse 1] Red eyes in the steeple Cheap suits Pretty teeth Call it legal Laugh while they sign that line Turn hope into numbers on a screen Then dine Gold pens Blood ink on the paper Shake hands Hug Smile for the vapor Dress sin in a three-piece grin Say “win-win” while they peel your skin [Chorus] Demon Demon You cannot see men Sucking life up like it’s sea men Draining every drop from the deep end Pray for mercy They just press send Demon Demon You cannot see men Hands look clean but they feed on them Demon Demon You cannot see men [Verse 2] Boardroom like a ritual circle Coffee cups Charts All purple They chant “growth” till the air gets thin Room full of wolves in a borrowed skin Swipe card Shut doors Hide the damage Call it “market forces ” brand the package When the town cries out They shrug Call the hunger “bug ” not the drug [Chorus]