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Hook
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hook fue lanzado el 20 de abril de 2025 por Echo Line Records como parte del álbum Replay
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ÁlbumReplay
Fecha de lanzamiento20 de abril de 2025
Sello discográficoEcho Line Records
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM105

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Landon Rudd
Landon Rudd
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Landon Rudd
Landon Rudd
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Landon Rudd
Landon Rudd
Producción

Letra

Step into the ring, gloves tight, I'm a menace Feet to the left, quick jab, then I'm finished
Footwork dancing, lookin' like I'm playin' tennis Opps hands, missin' air, zero percentage
Catch him lacking, uppercut him to the bleachers Ref lookin' shocked, crowd sound like screechers
Dodgin' all the hate, feel like Floyd with the features
Punchlines hit, got him studyin' like Teachers Jab, jab, cut, I'm Picasso with a canvas
Weavin' through this nonsense, boy, you mad anxious
Body shot, fold him like a chair, that's a classic Left to right, combo got his corner, call an ambulance
No belt yet, man, I'm treatin' it like practice Talkin' all that noise, now you ghost like Atlantis
Shoulder roll mean, got him swingin' like the planets Box Chevy stance, but no wheels on the canvas
Twelve rounds, man, I'm endin' it in three Southpaw stance, he ain't layin' nothin' clean
Hit him with the check hook, rock him out of his jeans Judge give him ten to eight, he can't even breathe
Dodges to the right, left hand like a missile Mouth too smooth, he soon go out, blow the whistle
Counter with the bop, had him cryin' like a tissue Boxin' on his own knife, prayin' for a wish too
Walk in the ring, no warmup, just sleep him Try to throw a punch, I was gone, I couldn't see him
Counter so fast, he replayin' it in reruns Dropped the first round, now they treat me like Phenomenon
Head fix, stupid boy swingin' at the bleachers I don't trade nothin', I still bully all the Teachers
Punch so clean, had him trippin' by the preachers Whole squad lookin' like they really need a preacher
Nah, cause some people actually do Seek God, he's, he's the only way
Step into the ring, gloves tight, I'm a menace Feet to the left, quick jab, then I'm finished
Footwork dancin', lookin' like I'm playin' tennis Opps hands, missin' air, zero percentage
Step to the ring, he blinked once, got a facelift Jab so quick, left a echo in the basement
Didn't trade nothin', still rockin' out his braces Feint got him lost, like he runnin' through the mazes
One-two slice, got him fallin' like a greeting Hit the body shock, heard his ribs start squeakin
Coach threw the towel, crowd mad, they ain't see it I barely broke a sweat, boy, Dreamin' still sleepin
Written by: Landon Rudd
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