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Give Em Hell
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Hip-Hop
Give Em Hell was released on March 13, 2026 by Silent Giant Entertainment as a part of the album Vel Nine x Sirrealist, Vol. 1 - EP
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Release DateMarch 13, 2026
LabelSilent Giant Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sirrealist
Sirrealist
Performer
Jordan Rios
Jordan Rios
Lead Vocals
Alyssa Romo
Alyssa Romo
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Rios
Jordan Rios
Songwriter
Alyssa Romo
Alyssa Romo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sirrealist
Sirrealist
Producer

Lyrics

Mother fucker I get
It gets sicker if I let it
My credit only gets bigger if I bet it
I'm chosen superior rhyme in it
So lonesome most the inferior I did it
Swerving on the freeway going 85
Divine, the deadliest crime rhyming like lady nine
I give em life after death ever since 89
Punch a pregnant bitch in the stomach still find the baby live
Still a worthless piece of shit putting work in
I hit the floor like I'm throwing a fit
Tip toeing this bitch
Slow motion in an ocean of fish
No version is worse than bad conversions
Resulting in empty purses
A person with soul purpose, I'm worse than my own verses
A curse to the old churches
I burst in this hoe, keep a bad ready set reverse in this hoe
I swear to god ready niña Nina first in this hoe
I say a prayer for my enemy let em be anything but death
Cuz what's a threat without no fuckin version of soul
I hear em choke spittin on it like it's hurting his throat
An Aries in second quarter insert my work in his gold
I curtain the goat
My journals could hold funerals still service with hope
So what you gon do with it
I give em hell go through with it
It's easy on my tongue no liquor in my cup
Breezy off the sun dreamy pop the gun
My trigger on the money won't stop im richer then im done
Brand new with it
Im heating up still coolin it
I'm still the one but nothing bigger than the program
Running with a pack of nomads
He love me so bad he love it how I write it no hands
When I hit the booth grab your rosaries and pray to god bitch
Never wore a mask around you cuz you pussies not sick
Toss dick to ya bitch she said like me cuz im toxic
Don't even call it rap I grab the microphone and talk shit
On the court like baron davis cuz we shooting today
I posterize you dropping dimes with a whole crew full of lames
I leave your skull slanted like a house's roof when I spray
You lying for the pussy, I still tell the truth and get laid
You bought the bitch a bag, she came over and left it for my shorty
Still the same good for nothing pourin OJ in my 40
Use your girl like a fifi when I'm bored and feelin horny
You paying for the dinner, she work a job to support me
God damn I'm a motha fucka shittin on you other suckas
Pistol in my pants give you a chance to go and run for cover
When I say I point and shoot and talking camera shutters
With this tool in hand I leave you leaking like a bad plummet
So what you gon do with it
I give em hell go through with it
It's easy on my tongue no liquor in my cup
Breezy off the sun dreamy pop the gun
My trigger on the money won't stop im richer then im done
Brand new with it
Im heating up still coolin it
I'm still the one but nothing bigger than the program
Running with a pack of nomads
He love me so bad he love it how I write it no hands
Written by: Alyssa Romo, Jordan Rios
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