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No Second Chances
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Second Chances was released on March 20, 2025 by Blue Rust Records as a part of the album Third Eye
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Release DateMarch 20, 2025
LabelBlue Rust Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rebekah knight
Rebekah knight
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane Reed
Shane Reed
Songwriter
Andrew McKinney
Andrew McKinney
Songwriter
Rebekah knight
Rebekah knight
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shane Reed
Shane Reed
Producer

Lyrics

You have volunteered to play the sick dystopian game
With the truth ministry and synthetic DNA
World forum throwing gang signs
While they reveal the plans for the end times
Whether you bug in or hit the hills
Thermo-drones, out to scout with intentions to kill
Bomb droppers, headlobbers
In gunship helicopters
The evil mouth remove the element of speech
The serpent lessons they teach, no knock raids
Shackles and chains, nanotech in the brains
Making the population depraved and deranged
Full auto suppress, 12 gauge, sending a slug rage
So you could just die while locked in a cage
Smoke bombs and bundles of sage
Healing shaman and the dark mage
Rewriting history on a digital page
Are you ready to roll when the scrolls unroll
Burst fire, organ popping and puncturing holes
They tip the bowls, the trumpet blows
The Reaper sows, that's just how it goes
The shit is flying, stay on your toes
Machine learning systems, radiation poisoning symptoms
Fucked up smut to tempt them
Hit man for hire, neighborhoods destroyed with fire
Open your eyes as the end transpires
Tapped and rigged up with wires
The situation turns dire
Ripping tongues out with pliers
For speaking against the regime empire
I can only pray that I'm just preaching to the choir
Get some training, build a range, make a berm of tires
Shit's about to drop, I hope you stocked up
While the fools bow down to the rulers they propped up
I wear a mask made of flesh
War against the Feds like I'm David Koresh
I'm the one to cause a bullet flurry of distress
In a quick fashion lead pierce through the neck
Bleed out and get wrecked when I pull out the full metal jacket eject
Leave you looking derelict
Full auto dumpin' mags off the deck
Can't guarantee your life to be kept
Leave no trail when the ghosts has crept
Except for the shells that I may have left
But good luck with that shit
Off in a 33 rounder and you get lit
Get out of the way before destiny reads like a dome split
Stay on your wit, or get ended when your soul gets ripped
The same way I do a bong packed with cannabis
For the hell of it, you can rest in piss
Post a deadly diss
Words are only the iceberg tip
Fatality or friendship
Bullet insertion or a pistol whip
Either way, take your pick
Take a trip to the dirt and the sticks
Your final resting place, ditch a carcass when it stink
Everyone on the inside is the same color pink
Dissolve the chemicals from under my sink
When my trigger finger link
With the trigger, just another range day
With a splat instead of a plink
Eyes bugging like a fucking Rat Fink
But I couldn't give a fuck what you think
Rate my mental state
After I put a blast into the shrink
The features of Cypher G's
Work is quite distinct
With enough force to make humanity extinct
Prison evader I will never see the clink
Unless it's followed by the clack
Prior to a round when the wig smack
Just after the pistol chamber pack
Tossed in a sack to later be dismembered
All because you lacked
Written by: Andrew McKinney, Rebekah knight, Shane Reed
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