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FINAL WARNING

Hip-Hop/Rap

FINAL WARNING was released on July 11, 2025 by Shattwell Records as a part of the album SECTION 88

Song Details

AlbumSECTION 88

Release DateJuly 11, 2025

LabelShattwell Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hunter Hagen

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kenneth Shattwell

Kenneth Shattwell

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

K.C.

Producer

Kenneth Shattwell

Kenneth Shattwell

Mixing Engineer

H1TMAN

Producer

Nicholas Blake Reedy

Nicholas Blake Reedy

Co-Producer

Reasy Beats

Producer

Lyrics

I told them I was coming, now the pressure hit max

And I've been lurking in the shadows, now I'm stepping through cracks

And y'all been sleeping too long, so let me settle the facts

And I've been building up my arsenal, the levy collapsed

Now they be running like alarms went off

And I'm a glitch in the code, so I'ma carve shit raw

There ain't no luck in this game, it's just the scars that talk

And you can gamble with your life, but then your cards get tossed

And I don't do subliminals, I just do the damage

And y'all been talking that cash, but no, I live what I brandish

Ain't no sprint, and this a marathon, who finna last

You test my endurance, I lap you on these tracks

No brakes, no limit, with no fear, no gimmicks

I warn them once, now the clock keeps ticking

Final call, last shot, no choice, let's get it

There ain't no running on the flames with my mic, it keeps spinning

No brakes, no limit, with no fear, no gimmicks

I warn them once, now the clock keeps ticking

Final call, last shot, no choice, let's get it

There ain't no running on the flames with my mic, it keeps spinning

Told them I was built for the long run, I never back out

And every beat I touch get buried just like a blackout

And every flow I flip like a gymnast, I'm pulling facts out

And you ain't seen a pen this sharp ever since Shaq found

And I don't need a chain, and I don't need no fucking deal

And just a mic and a motive, so let me snap for real

You see the snakes in the grass, you know I'm cutting the field

And y'all been skipping out my name, and like they stuck in the wheel

Yeah, they say I've been too quiet Bitch, I've been plotting

Let the ink hit the page And that's a bomb that's dropping

And every word like a blade So every flow like a coffin

There ain't no mercy in my veins And no, I'm built for the carnage

I've been nice for a minute, but no, I'm off that boat

You let me cook, and this bitch until that pot explode

And I'm in beast mode, feed him to the rawest fucking flow

Make him choke on every line, and like the song, it's too cold it won't explode

No brakes, no limit, with no fear, no gimmicks

I warn them once, now the clock keeps ticking

Final call, last shot, no choice, let's get it

There ain't no running on the flames with my mic, it keeps spinning

No brakes, no limit, with no fear, no gimmicks

I warn them once, now the clock keeps ticking

Final call, last shot, no choice, let's get it

There ain't no running on the flames with my mic, it keeps spinning

Locked in a cage, and now I broke that shit

And I ain't leaving this game until I own that shit

And every bar that I write, it got a warpath hit

And I don't aim for the fame, you know I torch that bridge

Lyrical kamikaze with no breaks, no copies

Don't follow no trends, just what the gods that taught me

Tech with the patterns, and like he's em with the slaughter

And Wayne with the fucking wordplay, now you watch me go harder

This ain't luck, ain't fate, ain't chance, ain't scripts

This is raw dedication, I don't give no handouts, bitch

And this is pen to the pad, and this is blood, this is grit

This is my final fucking warning with no exit from this

They say they want the smoke until they coughing from the flame from the script

And then they twitch when I spit, and like I laced every mix

And I don't pray for a win, and I just bleed through the page

And if death want a verse, I'll go out on the stage

No brakes, no limit, with no fear, no gimmicks

I warn them once, now the clock keeps ticking

Final call, last shot, no choice, let's get it

There ain't no running on the flames with my mic, it keeps spinning

No brakes, no limit, with no fear, no gimmicks

I warn them once, now the clock keeps ticking

Final call, last shot, no choice, let's get it

There ain't no running on the flames with my mic, it keeps spinning

Written by: Kenneth C Shattwell

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