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Crackman
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Hip-Hop
Crackman was released on July 4, 2026 by Napalm Recordings as a part of the album TERA.Iz.Him - The Climactic Coda
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Release DateJuly 4, 2026
LabelNapalm Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dom Pachino
Dom Pachino
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Domingo J Delvalle
Domingo J Delvalle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Tera
Mr. Tera
Producer

Lyrics

It's Crackman, it's Crackman
They come up to my door
Yeah, the odyssey continues
Terror is him
The climatic quota
Crackman, Crackman
I used to hustle packs on the stat' fam
Kept my stash boxed near the trash can
Narcs in the black van
Tryna pinch me for a couple grams
Motherfuckers, catch me if you can
Used to hustle at the speed of light, late night
Drop it on the plate, make sure the weight right
Rocks in my sock, take the staircase
Hit the block, make sure the baby Glock
Is tucked safe in my North Face
Data mask, that's my war face
Boots laced, kids slinging more base
Let's go, I got it if the fiends wanna taste
First hit and I got 'em laced
Second hit, now they're out of space
Third hit and that might be it
Oh shit, I just caught a case
I ain't tryna make this my career
I'm just tryna stack another year
Listen here, let's be clear
The job market ain't playing fair
Could give a fuck about a spic like me
Them felonies ain't helping me
My daughter need a case of Similac
My landlord need that rent by three
Same time, same day every month
Definitely
I'll be the Crackman 'til the day they're arresting me
Crackman, Crackman
I used to hustle packs on the stat' fam
Kept my stash boxed near the trash can
Narcs in the black van
Tryna pinch me for a couple grams
Motherfuckers, catch me if you can
If hope could sell water to a well
Pika sell dirt to a snail
****, I don't fear a jail cell
I get knocked, I'ma post bail
If the judge deny me, then oh well
Throw a party for me, ****, farewell
Listen, ****, what I'm missing
Shit ain't much different from a pissy stairwell
Man, please quiz for some commissary
Phone time but the lines are blurry
I run this shit like a monastery
Ox a **** up, man, I wish they'd dare me
Hit the yard, pump some weights
I could bench Refrigerator Perry
When I get home, I'll be buff
My release date late February
Wiz waiting at the gate in the Wraith
And the paint looking like a chocolate strawberry
Plugs reaching out, I'm like the mother Mary
I can move more than they're able to carry
I just got out, man, I'm ready to sprout
How you gon' help me out if you acting scary?
I'm a hustler, baby
If you think I can't move a couple birds quick fast
Then you must be crazy
Crackman, Crackman
I used to hustle packs on the stat' fam
Kept my stash boxed near the trash can
Narcs in the black van
Tryna pinch me for a couple grams
Motherfuckers, catch me if you can
No worries
I'ma hit the streets one more time
Bust a few moves
A mil' here, a mil' there
Play it cool, inconspicuous
And then I'm out of there
Brrat
Yeah, Headcrack, Headcrack
You smoked up that stack in a minute, you was wack
Written by: Domingo J Delvalle
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