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Ricochet
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ricochet was released on November 7, 2025 by Killfranc as a part of the album Ricochet - Single
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Release DateNovember 7, 2025
LabelKillfranc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killfranc
Killfranc
Rap, Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josue Israel Guardado
Josue Israel Guardado
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Killfranc
Killfranc
Mastering Engineer
Luffone
Luffone
Producer

Lyrics

Ain’t trying to sit around kid around I Run the whole city down
With no pretty crown
This shit’s titanium alloy
Working out my trapezoids
Must’ve missed it if you had a point
But I don’t miss shit
If anything, I swish it, worst case, bump it off the backboard, atta-boy
Fact check these wraps, but these facts destroy
So be careful about that choice
Body another ego
Ain’t tripping on people
I’m sitting back annoyed
Back against the wall ain’t gonna fall cus I still got a choice
I can pause and choose how I respond
Thanks to Viktor Frankl’s Mans Search For Meaning
Pick it up when you got some time
I only bought it cus his names like mine
I am Victor Frankenstein
But like half the time
The other half I’m the beast that I made
How I speak on these beats I’m completely amazed
I’m in this mode it’s a whole different place
The way it ways flows outta whole ‘nother space
Not to mention demented dimensions I faced
But I ain’t choose shit, it chose me, it’s my fate
They say “yo you good?” I say “na boy I’m great!”
I’ve been training all my life how my brain carry weight
My heart got conditioned in a place where most break
I’m fire and shatter proof, don’t get me wrong, I was broken before.
But I was put back together and melded with gold
It’s best for last if I’m after you
Or cus I had you by a lap or two
It’s a movie but no actor dude
Get it straight like half past noon
Always had an aptitude for rap and tunes
“Poetic” be the attribute
If I don’t get it straight, I’ll get it off of a ricochet
Make the words work my way verbal Cirque du Soleil
What you say?
Say you are what you eat?
That’s the pussy I ate
Great taste, tight as fuck look at the life that I make
Your life’s a bitch? Mine awfully great
She ask me if I ate and she offer me steak
I eat it with a little bit of blood on my plate
Boy I cleaned up nice took the mud off my face
Fee fi fo fum smell the blood of the fake
Dead or alive crush bones in the bread that I bake
Make no mistake
Cute face but
Get out the way
Get a lesson not counter aggression
What a blessing
I’m into interesting interaction
Heal my Achilles heel, that takes inner action
Winner now, sinner back then
Language of the heart, you can tell by the accent
Make my world pure with thorough satisfaction
It’s only me that can knock it off its axis
I call myself human for how often it happens
It happens often I’m laughin.
Written by: Josue Israel Guardado
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