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terrorism snare
Hip-Hop/Rap
terrorism snare was released on July 11, 2026 by Nupt as a part of the album gene therapy
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Release DateJuly 11, 2026
LabelNupt
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nupt
Nupt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Albert Leevers Lindsey
Edward Albert Leevers Lindsey
Composer

Lyrics

I'm calm, I've got the devil in my palm
No one said that I wear sunglasses at night
But tonight I need to see what gwan
Wanna see somebody drop to the ground
No civilians, no doctors around
Who said life is priceless?
So far your life ain't worth a pound
One phone call and a 10p text
All of my mandem link up quick
We don't care what ends he reps
When I said I should've known he weren't any off-rhyme
Got a couple killers that are never online
Might see their shadow in a video of mine
Standing behind the camera with a direct
Ever the shooter, MC what's behind
Yeah, somebody's gotta get murked
Spoke to my mum but that didn't work
Counted to ten but that didn't work
Blud, man are putting in work
Switch them plates, man are going on a ride
Black Bally on and I know I can fly
Kid mum see a kid tell her you'll be home soon
Come to the gate when I pull up on the drive
I don't care if it's raining or not
If we get chased by feds everybody in the
Car better know that I'm failing to stop
'Cause like Luis Suarez these police love taking a shot
But an enemy violated a squad
Forget the albums, forget the mixtapes in the shop
Real G's don't roll up to make any drop
I'm a fuckboy MC, my cut I don't see
But I snowboard dash an MC off beat
If one of you try pilot me
You get a box in the face with a front door key
Box in the mouth with a back door key
Box in the face with a F60
Box in the eyes with a bobber I use to
Login to my HSBC
Talk about banks, kill 'em with peace
Pull up in the girl's house, two of my Gs
Get the money out, put the money in his mouth
Suffocate man with about two Gs
Suffocate man with about four Gs
Suffocate man then I might just breeze
I'll bury man two foot shallow
Ain't got time for no single week, dig
Legacy doesn't mean nothing
That's just some word everybody grabbed onto
It means absolutely nothing to me
I'm just passing through, I'ma die
And it's gonna be over
Who cares about legacy after that?
No, we're nothing, we're just dead
We're dust, we're absolutely nothing
Our legacy is nothing
Written by: Edward Albert Leevers Lindsey
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