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Wolf's Den
134
Hip-Hop
Wolf's Den è stato pubblicato il 4 aprile 2025 da The Syndicate Music Group come parte dell'album The Art Of...
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Data di uscita4 aprile 2025
EtichettaThe Syndicate Music Group
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM78

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crisis
Crisis
Performer
Flee Lord
Flee Lord
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Urban
Carl Urban
Songwriter
David Cordova
David Cordova
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crisis
Crisis
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Testi

Yo, pass me that pack of backwoods and that lighter
Hit play on that movie too, let's watch that
You don't trust me, huh?
You know why
Cunning like the wolf in a three-quarter shearling
Cast a spell on your bitch like I'm Merlin
Sultan in these streets, blood of serpents on my turban
Cross the regime, best believe death is certain
The worst version of your fear in the flesh
Second life of the one arrested by Eliot Ness
Roses engraved on my pistol, skull print on my vest
Carry out the vendetta until nobody is left
It's full court when we press, expert in war
Soldiers find the flank where you rest, kick in your door
The Grim Reaper creep through the fog, unnatural bars
Engineered by coroners, I recorded this in a morgue
I'm from the source where it started at
The Bronx, where the wolves check and test where your heart is at
Make you suffer cardiac attacks, spray your block up with the MAC
Cut all the crap, it's all cap, you never did that
My fist wrapped, dipped in crazy glue, covered in glass
After the blood sport match follows your funeral mass
How did they know I'd go there?
I guess they must've followed me as I drove
That was my fault
But who wants me dead?
Okay, okay
I don't know
Okay, okay
You know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you
Each verse is a holocaust that'll blow your fuckin' foreign off
Plus the beat bangin' and it's knockin' like the Warren squad
Flee and Khrysis, we a two-man army
I'm protected by P for any fool that harm me
This the first 48, Flee words cross the plate
Get grimy every ninety and they thirst for the taste
Legends in the makin', sent the weapons in the basement
Yeah, they smilin' when we 'round '
Em, but I can tell them **** hatin'
Fans and the goons love us all, that's good
The room service bringin' up backwoods
Top of the wig, swervin' lanes on the Washington Bridge
This shit for the riders and not the kids
With a chopper, half-smoke, used to chop a mad coke
But I switched my whole life, now I'm cockin' back quotes
Seven K for a feature, thirty-five up front
You get it the next day and I ain't drive up once
Let my catalog play while you trappin' all day
Started focusin' on music, now we backin' off yay
This my alkaline flow that's designed to find dough
It's gon' shake the ground like when dynamite blow, whoa
We should've left Hong Kong immediately
I haven't got my money yet
Written by: Carl Urban, David Cordova
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