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TERROR ERA

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Hip-Hop/Rap

TERROR ERA was released on March 13, 2025 by OPEN MANUAL AUDIO VISUAL LLC as a part of the album My Deepest Discovery

Song Details

AlbumMy Deepest Discovery

Release DateMarch 13, 2025

LabelOPEN MANUAL AUDIO VISUAL LLC

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

JHarry

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

David Ruffin

Songwriter

Jaevonn Harris

Songwriter

Barrett Strong

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

JHarry

Graphic Design

Barrett Strong

Producer

Lyrics

WELÇOME to the terror era

I bring the hits to the D like my name Caberra

It get cold in the city better bring a sweater

Only competition that I see is in the mirror

Hit it with the glass cleaner it can’t get clearer

All I need is some new WLCM and margiela

I adapt to anything handle any weather

Anything tied me down made sure I severed

Ready for takeoff immfinna pull the lever

You had a chance to beat me but I’m a little cleaver

Flyer than an eagle stand back from the feathers

R.I.P. Nate dogg nobody does it better

Now i switch my mind back to freak mode

Open manual our operation is the G Code

Arcade flow empty clip then I reload

He thought it was a game so we made his whole screen froze

Yeah that boy weak in the knees he d rose

To keep it a buck that boy Gianni’s at the free throw

So whatever shot that he throw i can eat those

We heard them little snippets that you dropped **** keep those

OPEN MANUAL we the new bdot

I affect the economy yes the GDP

I bring it to ya face like the shit 3D

When you see the city bitch you better see me

Harry F Baby like I made CIII

Need teardrops cuz I kill CDs wav files m4a and mp3s

This like MPJ pulling up from 3

This shit ain’t free

Boy I neeed every fee

Yes the Pennies and the vents

The dollars and the Gs

More stacks than jackson

All smoke it’s action

It go down like the Apollo

This a dangerous passion

I’m a fiercer a competitor

Not the prey I’m the predator

And a new reign of terror

You in debt to the creditor

No forgiveness it’s perpetual interest

I need a light please let me spark the incense

If Harry have a daughter she gon be an empress

If you have a daughter she gon be a dimwit

Yes I get petty I’d cap on infants

Cuz they parents should’ve handled their business

But now you in the scope and I gotta let that trigger pull

Give **** wings I think the ammunition Red Bull

Five star meals and I eat till I get full

In the booth feeling like summer in some lambswool

Damn

You thought I would stop there I gotta keep going up

Consistency is everything I gotta keep showing up

Gotta keep breaking doors gotta keep the levels up

Keep my foot on the gas gotta fuck the pedals

Right fist in the air hold the gold medal up

See that book and the hammer i promise you gon know it’s us

Harry Fonzerelli he in a loafers and a clean tux

No bussdowns but I brought a pair of clean buffs

Brioni for the rigatoni dinners

Tom ford for them lakeshore winters

Been a winner since ya boy can remember

I pulled from everything then I put it in the blender

Pour it in the cup and what you get is me boy

I’m magic in the flesh I’m Siegfried and Roy

I’m a tiger you **** is some chew toys

You talk a lot but all I hear is white noise

It sound like white chalk when you **** bark

You ain’t a threat you ain’t setting off no alarms

You start with me and I go full car bomb

Have ya name on a shirt like it’s Sean john

I tell em take dat take dat

Make em hate dat hate dat

We need a piece of the pie yeah break dat break dat

In the kitchen for the cake we gon make dat

Make dat

Too real no you can’t fake dat fake date

I’m authentic and you insignificant

I got a message from God and you not a recipient

I shine like the sun when it’s in the Caribbean

From the eastside basements to the slums in meridian

I done played the hero it’s time be the villain

I started wanted m’s now I gotta get a billion

Santorini nights I feel like I’m Sicilian

Vibining on an island Damn I’m really Gilligan

Real eastside from marauders to a cullinan

Come down to Indy meet me at sullivans

Keep ya invite if my brothers ain’t coming in

Flesh of flesh

We the best of the best

Who love the game anymore we the last ones left

We can still win even with paid off refs

I don’t stop at the clock

I go till my last breath

And my spirit still remains after death

So the affect effect is I never left

Many years on this earth make it feel like forever

Umbrellas out

This the new reign of terror

And you got no time left to get it together

Written by: Barrett Strong, David Ruffin, Jaevonn Harris

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