C.O.D. (Cash or Death)

Intro (spoken, ghosted, deep + whisper layering)
Lights cut, no trust, no faith... (shhh)
C.O.D… cash or death… (ghost echo)
Famiglia sopra tutto… (ugh, ghost)

Verse 1
Black steel in my palm, I don’t play with fate (hmm)
Rivals vanish quick — M.I.A. on the plate (M.I.A., echo)
Stack bricks, flip weight, no love in the code (pah!)
One word too loud, you get buried on the road (road... ghosted)

G.O.D.? — nah, I pray to the Glock (G.O.D., fading)
Sotto voce deals — silence talks a lot (shhh)
Heart beat military — doom, doom, doom (doom doom, ghost echo)
But my mask don’t break, even standing in the tomb (tomb... tomb...)

Chorus (graduation of voice, ghost doubling)
C.O.D — cash or death, no middle ground (C.O.D., echo)
Shadows breathe loud when the lights go down (hmm…)
Every tick of the clock is a blade to the chest (tick-tick, whisper)
I move slow, but I never rest (rest... rest...)

C.O.D — cash or death, no middle ground (FTW!)
No saints in the zone, just graves in the sound (sound, distorted)
Every step that I take got a ghost behind (behind, ghost echo)
Still alive, but I walk half blind (blind... blind...)

Verse 2
Rats talk F.T.W., but they die in silence (hmm)
Mafia code written deep in violence (code… code…)
Donne piangono, but they hide the blade (blade, echo)
One kiss, one night, and your soul gets paid (paid...)

Blood in the alley, vendetta on call (vendetta!)
No love, just war — I don’t fear the fall (pah! pah!)
Every rival is a ghost before they breathe (breathe... breathe...)
I write death notes while the others still dream (dream… dream...)

Chorus (stronger, layered ghost voices)
C.O.D — cash or death, no middle ground (C.O.D., ghost)
Shadows breathe loud when the lights go down (ugh)
Every tick of the clock is a blade to the chest (tick-tick, whisper)
I move slow, but I never rest (rest... rest...)

C.O.D — cash or death, no middle ground (F.T.W., slowed ghost)
No saints in the zone, just graves in the sound (sound... sound)
Every step that I take got a ghost behind (behind, rising voice)
Still alive, but I walk half blind (blind... blind...)

Outro (spoken, whispered layering, ghost overlap)
Cash or death… (deep)
Famiglia per sempre… (ghost)
And silence never lies… (ghost echo)

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Intro (spoken, ghosted, deep + whisper layering) Lights cut, no trust, no faith... (shhh) C.O.D… cash or death… (ghost echo) Famiglia sopra tutto… (ugh, ghost) Verse 1 Black steel in my palm, I don’t play with fate (hmm) Rivals vanish quick — M.I.A. on the plate (M.I.A., echo) Stack bricks, flip weight, no love in the code (pah!) One word too loud, you get buried on the road (road... ghosted) G.O.D.? — nah, I pray to the Glock (G.O.D., fading) Sotto voce deals — silence talks a lot (shhh) Heart beat military — doom, doom, doom (doom doom, ghost echo) But my mask don’t break, even standing in the tomb (tomb... tomb...) Chorus (graduation of voice, ghost doubling) C.O.D — cash or death, no middle ground (C.O.D., echo) Shadows breathe loud when the lights go down (hmm…) Every tick of the clock is a blade to the chest (tick-tick, whisper) I move slow, but I never rest (rest... rest...) C.O.D — cash or death, no middle ground (FTW!) No saints in the zone, just graves in the sound (sound, distorted) Every step that I take got a ghost behind (behind, ghost echo) Still alive, but I walk half blind (blind... blind...) Verse 2 Rats talk F.T.W., but they die in silence (hmm) Mafia code written deep in violence (code… code…) Donne piangono, but they hide the blade (blade, echo) One kiss, one night, and your soul gets paid (paid...) Blood in the alley, vendetta on call (vendetta!) No love, just war — I don’t fear the fall (pah! pah!) Every rival is a ghost before they breathe (breathe... breathe...) I write death notes while the others still dream (dream… dream...) Chorus (stronger, layered ghost voices) C.O.D — cash or death, no middle ground (C.O.D., ghost) Shadows breathe loud when the lights go down (ugh) Every tick of the clock is a blade to the chest (tick-tick, whisper) I move slow, but I never rest (rest... rest...) C.O.D — cash or death, no middle ground (F.T.W., slowed ghost) No saints in the zone, just graves in the sound (sound... sound) Every step that I take got a ghost behind (behind, rising voice) Still alive, but I walk half blind (blind... blind...) Outro (spoken, whispered layering, ghost overlap) Cash or death… (deep) Famiglia per sempre… (ghost) And silence never lies… (ghost echo)

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