Climactic Coda - Dom Pachino: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Climactic Coda

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Hip-Hop

Climactic Coda was released on July 4, 2026 by Napalm Recordings as a part of the album TERA.Iz.Him - The Climactic Coda

Song Details

AlbumTERA.Iz.Him - The Climactic Coda

Release DateJuly 4, 2026

LabelNapalm Recordings

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM85

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dom Pachino

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Domingo J Delvalle

Domingo J Delvalle

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mr. Tera

Producer

Lyrics

Peace soldiers

Welcome to the show

This the climatic coda

I started my solo career with the Terror Is Him album

(The cold wind is blowing)

And we gon' end the series on this note right here

This the climatic coda

Tell these rap cats to pack it up, it's over

Better motor 'fore I turn 'em into foul odors

A bunch of posers, bum **** with some runny noses

A bunch of amateurs, I'm with my soldiers, where the pros is

You can bet we lock and loaded, got that thing polished

Graduated from the school of hard knocks, street knowledge

I'm a professor on these beats, I bring that heat, holla

That's word to Allah, wallah, I pop my collar

While I'm performing live at Lollapalooza

Came a long way from that hole in the wall on Van Duzer

At some point you make a choice

When you hear that voice in your head asking are you a winner or loser

Push or user, protector, abuser

I detox from media, they are just tryna confuse ya

(The United States has been sold out

By people

Who really don't care for anything but money)

Yeah, I'm explosive with bars

Though the climate has been bizarre, I'm defiant to all the odds

My clients been satisfied thus far

No complaints, I'm just happy they trust the God

It's the passionate B, no half-assing with me

If that work, I'ma get it to you, I'm just asking a fee

That's only fair I reckon if what I do you're respecting

If not, then you can get to stepping or see the weapons

Yo, the capacity of my rhapsodies sure exceeds the satisfactory quota

Flow is delivered naturally

These energy thieves fiending to interact with me

But they don't know the threat of these

Soldiers that's right in back of me

Yeah, dead 'em in less than a millisecond, actually

They talking practically, I'm talking drastically, peep the measure

Well protected and regarded as a hip-hop treasure

Making so much cake the IRS tryna find my ledger

Beats fatter than scissors, sound like a classic from RZA

Hits like a hook from Tyson that landed on your fucking kisser

They act hard and see the God and wet their pants like a pisser

You a decoy boy, just a toy made from Fisher

I'm just here for the shits, couple giggles for kicks

Used to hustle and catch licks from the bricks to the sticks

Rolling with my street soldiers, camouflage in the whip

Any given Sunday had the hammer on my hip

Yeah, I'm ferocious with this

Get comatose from a dose of psychosis, the shit that I spit

Milk the game, **** stuck on that milk from a tit

Fuck the fame, even if it ain't commercial, the shit is a hit

Only my soldiers are the ones that confirm it's legit

All else is a fluke, fuck what they holler and hoot

If you gon' act like you balling, you gon' get stuck for your loot

(It's a monopoly game)

I kept it militant

From my helmet to my boot

I was raised in the soil

The kid's stronger than a root

(I've had all the money in the world three times

I had to give it back to keep the game going)

I ain't playing fair, don't know if it's a such thing

Better be aware, my motive is to touch green

Fighting these demons, seems my ego be a tough thing

I call your bluff, I can sense when a ****'s bluffing

Bird put a grenade in you like stuffing

Pull the pin and watch your body blow into a bloody substance

These sick thoughts are so vivid, come with no limit

Don't talk about it if you don't live it, I suggest you pivot

Get the fuck out of dodge

Got some soldiers up in my squad that'll hit you with a barrage

Won't leave until you're dead, won't be happy with just a scar

But they'll leave you with a note that says "Courtesy of the God"

Written by: Domingo J Delvalle

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