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Martyr
Hip-Hop/Rap
Martyr was released on January 28, 2026 by Zenith Royale as a part of the album different colours
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Release DateJanuary 28, 2026
LabelZenith Royale
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arkh Zeus
Arkh Zeus
Vocals, Programming
Jeffrey iLL
Jeffrey iLL
Vocals, Programming
Quis Chauncey
Quis Chauncey
Vocals
Eflattheexecutive
Eflattheexecutive
Programming
Owen
Owen
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricardo X. Germain
Ricardo X. Germain
Composer, Lyrics
Jeffriel Lichtenberg
Jeffriel Lichtenberg
Composer, Lyrics
Marquis Chauncey Smith
Marquis Chauncey Smith
Composer, Lyrics
Erlens O'Neil Royer
Erlens O'Neil Royer
Composer
Owen
Owen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arkh Zeus
Arkh Zeus
Producer, Recording Engineer
Jeffrey iLL
Jeffrey iLL
Producer, Recording Engineer
Eflattheexecutive
Eflattheexecutive
Producer
Owen
Owen
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't feel a thing
I got grabba in my lungs
I don't need much if the bro don't trust you
Zeus said "go brodie, they need another run"
Man, I need hella funds, hella pape, hella drugs too!
You're the type snake bro for the cash, yeah yeah
We don't do the pillow talk— throw the flag, yeah yeah
Went from a shoebox to a bag, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Picture me rollin' down Linden
I ain't been home in a lightyear
I ain't been home in a minute
I give my soul to these mics here
I been alone with my writtens
When I lose my control, I fear that I'm losin' my life here
I just spit truth; I don't spite here…what a real man do
I'm here to show you how a real man move
Father taught me not to give no other man your back
And always keep yourself a stack
To always teach yourself with facts
Give a damn about no other family
Always keep it understanded
These like the ten commandments
Younger me didn't understand it
But this what make a mother proud
And this what make your inner circle feel like things are coming 'round
And things ain't really what they seem to be when everyone's a fake
You grew up thinkin' you could relate, but you get impatient
And life ain't really what you wanted
And then somebody say "it's only gettin' started"
Damn
I don't feel a thing
I got grabba in my lungs
I don't need much if the bro don't trust you
Zeus said "go brodie, they need another run"
Man, I need hella funds, hella pape, hella drugs too!
You're the type snake bro for the cash, yeah yeah
We don't do the pillow talk— throw the flag, yeah yeah
Went from a shoebox to a bag, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Swimmin' deep in the shallowest end
Ready to die, levelin' tides
Kick my feet once the battle begins
Eternal if we're talkin' battles within
Externally, this murder scene here is battered with shrimp
My shark teeth growin' in
I'm preppin' to attack the biggest of fish
**** already sinkin' their ship
Kill 'em all if they snitch on the kin
Was keepin' calm, but I'm slippin' again
Can't speak to God 'cause I didn't repent
Back to square one
In this life, they always try to clap the fair one
Still I fight, and somehow I adapt, but barely
Know I might eventually snap and air out
Everyone in sight, again
How much longer until I get a win?
Sure, I'm stronger, but what's that to a kid?
Only trauma that turned me to a martyr, so R.I.P. my innocence
Driftin' into the distance with my indifference
Word to Sadistik
Still not malicious with my intentions
But God forbid that you try to risk it
Tuh! ****, you gon' have to kill me
You gon' have to kill me!
I don't feel a thing
I got grabba in my lungs
I don't need much if the bro don't trust you
Zeus said "go brodie, they need another run"
Man, I need hella funds, hella pape, hella drugs too!
You're the type snake bro for the cash, yeah yeah
We don't do the pillow talk— throw the flag, yeah yeah
Went from a shoebox to a bag, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Carl Owen Cantave, Erlens O'Neil Royer, Jeffriel Lichtenberg, Marquis Chauncey Smith, Ricardo X. Germain
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