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Crooks
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Crooks was released on April 1, 2026 by Darkstarz Records as a part of the album Mental Calisthenics
April 1, 2026
LabelDarkstarz Records
LanguageEnglish
BPM82
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

I architect verses, blueprint bars in the dirt
Turn cypher circles in courtrooms, every sentence a serve
My tongue sharp as a guillotine, penetrate, can't see through
I decapitate beats, leave the loop head see-through
They rhyme for acceptance, I write like it's war
Every metaphor a strain to kick down a door
Wordplay got degrees, summer come, lauded in the pain
I educate the ignorant, leave 'em flunkin' the game
I bend syntax, make grammar do push-ups in jail
My punchline leave dents like the brick through a scale
I'm fluent in silence, let the cadence intimidate
They flood the whole track with a sentence that detonates
I don't chase the throne, I expose how it's made
Every king just a pawn in the moves that I play
Still lethal with language, no gimmicks or frauds
I don't rap to impress, I remind 'em of gods
I don't just rap, I demonstrate dominance
Bars so heavy they bend the consonants
Pen game is vicious, no room for the fraudulent
Every line is lethal, I move with the consequence
Mic check, nah, I don't need the cosign
I carved my own lane, every bar that I wrote mine
Still sharp, still raw, still spittin' the truth
I don't chase the legends, I stand in the booth
I sharpen the syllables daily, my cadence stay militant
Bars break spines, every line sound belligerent
I talk slick with substance, got venom and elegance
Turn punchlines to felonies, sentence 'em with intelligence
I bend the tempo, let the rhythm obey
Make a beat feel nervous when I step in the way
My metaphors spar, leave contenders concussed
They rhyme safe, I rhyme like the mic is a trust
I'm surgical with the pen, every cut is calculated
Leave rappers ventilated, egos are deflated
No filler, all killer, each bar is a verdict
I don't rap for the moment, I write for the purpose
They follow the culture, I alter the code
Every verse is a cypher that's crackin' the mold
When the smoke finally clears and the silence applaud
They'll say I ain't nice, I'm a problem to solve
Written by: Gilberto Romero
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