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Rivals
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Rivals was released on April 3, 2026 by Regime Music Group as a part of the album LIFERS
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AlbumLIFERS
Release DateApril 3, 2026
LabelRegime Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Codefendants
Codefendants
Programming
The D.O.C.
The D.O.C.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam King
Sam King
Songwriter
Julio Ramos
Julio Ramos
Songwriter
Michael Burkett
Michael Burkett
Songwriter
Tracy Lynn Curry
Tracy Lynn Curry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fat Mike
Fat Mike
Producer
Scot Stewart
Scot Stewart
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Born in a war, take shots until the swarms stop
Pace my grave until the horde turns a doorknob
Then let 'em step in and see how effortlessly
We unleash hellish weaponry upon the heads of any enemy
Better be ready for anything, we said it until the ending
Never settling for petty trending, on and on
Got a throat that bleeds all these songs
Willing to scream to forty kids till I'm dead and gone
Haunt every one of these dim lit nitwits
Sun down, wrist slit, strung out, blood drip, drip
Split a bitch rapper's lip quick, we living for this shit
These little pricks pulling tricks will never fucking win
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Blood Cousin', all love cussing
Sex, drugs, and them thugs bustin'
Young punks on twelve black and whites, like a dirty dozen
I fuckin' ride on percussion, killing this shit
Appetite for destruction, gun to his chest, acting like it ain't nothin'
Cops going out, the fucking change is coming
When punk hop mix and my people start dumpin'
[Chorus]
We will never fix everything that we've broken
But we keep on hoping
This isn't how we die
[Verse 3]
Still got no patience for fashionista industry rapists
Cut a snake tongue out from the mouth of a tastemaker
Celebrity puppeteering, everybody so shameless
Lost track of the fact that we never rapped to become famous
Blaze every rotting ivory tower to the ground now
Fuck your definition of punk, we got ours
Fat Mike and Doc, OGs with heart
Codef till we stop, for the love of the pure art
[Verse 4]
FTP, motherfucker
Gang of killers who walk free, motherfucker
Bloods and Crips, the whole zip full of rivals
Like L.A. Death Squad, the fucking suicidals
Bang for the right, it's all the same fight
Same damn cell, we all living in hell
Me and my motherfucking boys doing it right
Taking the pipe to the pipeline in jail
[Verse 5]
Dirty concrete, secreting bloodstains
Reverberated rebar breaks, bring out echoes off the storm drains
Rain pours upon the street of dreams
Can't stand the chance, run up with the cat-fighting vagrants
Dance and dance to death, in a land where nothing's left
Catching his breath when he gets a break
I don't chat back with desire
Empty pockets with the ballads, I'll be finding all the cover in the park!
[Verse 6]
We all in the same gang
Street life combination like a G-thang
A billion dollar business like it's cocaine
Left in the White House back where the shit came
It's like Nevermind mixed with some Maggot Brain
'Cause they don't wanna see the people integrate
But that's the bullshit that we should really hate
Put it in they face, and the whole world celebrate
[Chorus]
We will never fix everything that we've broken
But we keep on hoping
This isn't how we die
Written by: Julio Ramos, Michael Burkett, Sam King, Tracy Lynn Curry
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