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When God Comes Down

Martingale Jack
Genre: Sparse boom-bap with organic folk textures Tempo: 88–94 BPM Mood: Cold, stoic, grounded, restrained Instrumentation: Minimal piano or detuned acoustic strings, thick sub-bass, dry punchy drums, subtle vinyl or tape texture, natural ambience (wind, wood, open air) Rhythm: Steady head-nod groove, no swing excess, emphasis on downbeats and space Vocal delivery: Low-register male rap vocal; calm, authoritative, unhurried; clipped phrasing with confident pauses; conversational menace rather than aggression; minimal melodic movement Hook approach: Repetitive, understated, almost spoken; emphasis on rhythm and tone rather than melody Mix: Vocals dry and forward; drums tight and close; bass warm and physical; very limited reverb Overall feel: Survivalist, weathered, disciplined—strength conveyed through restraint and clarity

[Instrumental intro] This town ain't dying, They held the wake before I'ze born. Closed the steel mill and general store After the second world war. Walking home on the railroad tracks, I don't gotta keep looking back. The ties are rotten, the rails are bad. That train don't run no more. Folk burning trash to warm they hands. rusted barrels, plastic bags... Sharin' needles and huffing rags... Tents beneath the overpass.... Don't see no you crane flags Hung outside the washateria. Too much dirty laundry here, Got no spectrum flags neither. Not sayin they ain't worthy causes, Just so far off we can't see 'em Beyond that great big pile Of all the money lay between us. [Chorus] When god comes down! He gonna see what you done! Gonna see what you done! And When god comes down! He gonna see what you done! Gonna see what you done! When God Comes Down [Verse] Earth is cold as hell already We dont need more ICE First one I see I'll melt the bitch They taken too many lives Don't wanna see your papers Only wanna watch you die When you already on the pavement Pepper spray you in the eye Kick you in the stomach And when you coughing up some blood Say you're reaching for your gun, Blast you in front of everyone Public servants dont wear masks Only villains hide their face When we find out who you are We visitin your place If you walking in my streets If I see you in my city Don't care if you police... We remember Alex Pret [Chorus] When God Comes Down He gonna see what you done gonna see what you done. And When God comes Down He gonna see what you done gonna see what you done When God comes down... [Verse] In Washington they sucking dick, they like it in the ass. Folk down here be sucking dick to fill they car with gas Pregnant single moms Buyin' Kool-Aid with they SNAP... Milk and eggs a luxury, When tariffs gonna change that? Upper class dudes dressin up, Posting pics like "Do I Pass?" Photoshop they Adam's Apple, Lip filler to the max. Insurance pay they therapy to turn the dick to snatch our daughters gotta trade they ass to pay for maxi pads And every four years ya'll come back with some bullshit to get votes. Latin X? The FUCK is that? Did you slit a cholow's throat? then they swearing they changed coats the same motherfuckers shooting missiles at Venezuelan ROW boats... The Women wailing "No! Don't!" As we terrorize the coast, Roastin they kids alive with our Submarines and parascopes! wondering if there is no depths too deep too far to sink No place we will not choose to go Plundering the last ounce of peace To get greenland for this asshole... [Final Chorus] When God Comes Down He gonna see what you done gonna see what you done. And When God comes Down He gonna see what you done gonna see what you done When God comes down...