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GHOSTFACE
177
Hip-Hop/Rap
GHOSTFACE è stato pubblicato il 28 novembre 2025 da Kurohana come parte dell'album BLACK NAILS - EP
album cover
Data di uscita28 novembre 2025
EtichettaKurohana
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM141

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
냉혹 Heartless
냉혹 Heartless
Vocals
Neng Heartless
Neng Heartless
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neng Heartless
Neng Heartless
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zyller Beats
Zyller Beats
Producer
Zepelin Beats
Zepelin Beats
Producer

Testi

Black tint
Night slip
Slide with the mask on
Heat flash
Brass spit
Drop when the mag's gone
Blood drip
Wheels spin
Scream when I blast on
Ghost face, backseat
Ride 'til the gas gone
Bitch, fuck
Run it up
Dump when the bag's full
Chrome spit, blow a hole
Clean through your back, fool
Smoke thick, eyes red
Burn 'til the ash cool
Pop one, drop two
Leave you in a black pool
Step through the spot
With the steel in my hand
Face in the dark
You won't know where I stand
Heat make you fold
Like the cash in a band
And I'm stackin' up bodies
The way that I planned
Slide in the coupe
And I ghost through the lane
Rubber gon' burn
While I'm rottin' your brain
Chrome with the aim
Put a hole in your frame
And I walk through the smoke
While I'm laughin' insane
Blood on my fit
Let it drip 'til it dry
Blade in my palm
Leave a cut in the sky
Run when you hear
All the tires go by
'Cause the reaper don't knock
He just watchin' you die
Four deep, masked up
Creep through the lot
Flash from the pipe
Make the whole scene rot
Heat in the whip
And the clip stay hot
And the shells hit the ground
Like the beat just dropped
Slide through the block
With the mask and the chrome
Eyes on my back 'cause
I'm deep in their zone
Catch an opp slippin
Now I'm walkin' him home
Let the beam line up
Turn his brain into foam
Kick down gates
Whole crowd get shook
Blood on the walls like a
Scene out the book
Clip on the stick make the
Whole frame crook
And the shells hit the ground
While the whole whip shook
Drag him outside
Face down in the dirt
Boot to his ribs 'til
I'm watchin' him hurt
Hands on the steel
While I'm smirkin' through work
And the chalk on the ground
Is the last of his worth
Black tint
Night slip
Slide with the mask on
Heat flash
Brass spit
Drop when the mag's gone
Blood drip
Wheels spin
Scream when I blast on
Ghost face, backseat
Ride 'til the gas gone
Bitch, fuck
Run it up
Dump when the bag's full
Chrome spit, blow a hole
Clean through your back, fool
Smoke thick, eyes red
Burn 'til the ash cool
Pop one, drop two
Leave you in a black pool
Written by: Neng Heartless
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