Twerk & Torch

(Beat prompt: [Slow, off-kilter hip hop—downtempo jazz-trap fusion. Hazy piano loops, distorted vinyl crackles, 808s dragging like molasses. Imagine Portishead meets Alchemist, with a deep male voice smoother than cognac.]) VERSE 1 (Lyrik Blaze – velvet-deep delivery): Sippin’ ’99 Dom P, got the clouds in my reach… Broke boys schemin’, but their pockets got speech impediments. Exhales smoke… Life’s a dice game—I’m the loaded pair, Hoes call me “King Tut”—I bury gold everywhere. …Voice drops lower… Explicit line: She twerk slow motion, ass screamin’ “R.I.P.”… I’m the ghost in her DMs, got her beggin’,“Haunt me.” Money taller than a redwood—leaf through the cheddar, Blaze don’t chase sleep… I tax the night, get headier. CHORUS (Lyrik Blaze – laid-back growl): Chill & kill… beat pauses… murder the vibe, Cash rules my DNA—Godzilla in a suit & tie. Smooth like a blackout, explicit like a blood vow, Blaze in the cut… voice echoes… smoke in the air now. VERSE 2 (Lyrik Blaze – cadence like a shadow): *Pistol-packing poetry, I’m Shakespeare with a Glock, Bitch, I’m unforgettable—Nate Dogg meets D’Angelo’s cock. Explicit line: *Her body’s a crime scene—I’m the killer & the cop… Leave her screamin’ my gov’ment name, call it “lyric therapy.” …Muffled ad-lib: “Damn…” Life’s a trap sonata—I play keys with brick dust, Blaze don’t rap… I haiku these hoes into trust. BRIDGE (Beat breakdown – voice layered with subterranean hum): *(Piano stabs warp, bass hums like a distant highway. Hypeman whispers: “Blaze… murder…”) Slow grind, slow money… Time’s a blunt I ain’t rushin’, Feds tap my phone—shit, I let ’em hear me fluffin’. Explicit zen… Ice so cold it sweats, Blaze in the mirror—smirks—God’s a middleman for debt. OUTRO (Lyrik Blaze – smoky whisper): *…Tes Fu—piano fades… Blaze out… silence… then cigarette lighter flick. (Beat dissolves into midnight rain and distant saxophone groans.)

(Southern hip hop beat slams: sub-bass rattling trunks, flute chops warped into eerie whistles, hi-hats like gun cocking. Ad-libs pitched down to sound like a demonic choir.) INTRO (Lyrik Blaze – delivered in a molasses-thick baritone): Tes Fu… beat drops… you hear this fuckin’ bass? Blaze in the cut, voice deeper than a grave… let’s race. VERSE 1 (Lyrik Blaze – gravelly tone, slow-cooked delivery): *Money stack tall, call me “Skyscraper” in the slums, Broke boys yappin’—shit, I turn their lungs to drum drums. Deep vocal growl ad-lib: “Grrr—blow smoke” Twerk team thick, bend it over, make the floor hum… …I’m the king of crunk, got the crown dipped in D’USSÉ, Voice so low, bitches feel it in they uterus. Flexin’ violent, ice colder than a mortician’s touch, Blaze don’t rap—vocal distortion—I possess the fuckin’ club! PRE-CHORUS (Lyrik Blaze – guttural flow): Hoes drop it, pop it, make the earth quake… Cash rules, fuck your laws, I’m the church, you the fake. Loyalty? I bought it—price tag on the chain, Cross me, get erased like a typo in my name… CHORUS (Lyrik Blaze – chest-rattling bass in delivery): I’m up all night… voice echoes… countin’ dead presidents! Bitch, I’m southern pressure—drop it, make it bubble in the basement. Whole squad demon time, twerkin’ in the flames, no replacements, Blaze don’t die… growl… I haunt yo’ bitch’s playlist! VERSE 2 (Lyrik Blaze – cadence like a mudslide): Pussy niggas gossip, but they scared to say it louder, I’m the type to buy the block, then fuck the mayor’s daughter. Flute in the beat got these hoes crawlin’ like a spider, Blaze in the field—call me “Grim Reaper” with a lighter… …Diamonds gutter low, my chain do the stanky drag, Money taller than a oak tree—shit, I’m bankin’ swag. If I lost it all today? Laughs deeply… I’d burn the city, Lyrik ain’t a rapper—I’m a curse, pass the Remy. BRIDGE (Beat Drop – voice layered with subterranean growls): (Flute spirals downward, bass shakes the ground. Hypeman ad-libs pitched down: “BLAZE!”, “VOICE LIKE LAVA!”) Twist her waist, twist the knob—bass so low, it caves in, Blaze got the streets on life support, we ain’t behavin’. If the feds pull up… deep chuckle… we vanish like a phantom, Whole club vibratin’—hoes clappin’ like they Muppet hands, damn… OUTRO (Lyrik Blaze – rumbling outro): …Tes Fu—beat revs like a hearse— Blaze out… catch me where the voices get worse. (Beat disintegrates into distorted flute wails and a sub-bass quake.)

[Verse] In the shadows brother lurks Whispered screams and twisted smirks Eyes like fire knives that gleam Life’s a nightmare not a dream [Verse 2] Blood-soaked dreams and twisted paths Echoes of his chilling laughs Silent footsteps fear the night Heartbeats race and shadows fight [Chorus] Jeff is coming hide your light Evil thrives beneath moon’s sight When you sleep don’t close your eyes Feel the terror as night dies [Bridge] Cold winds whisper tales of woe Fear the darkness fear the show Once he finds you it's too late Face of horror seals your fate [Verse 3] Sharpest blade in hand he roams Echoed in the silent homes Fearless grin that none can stand Welcome to his blood-marked land [Chorus] Jeff is coming hide your light Evil thrives beneath moon’s sight When you sleep don’t close your eyes Feel the terror as night dies

Verse 1) I'm slipping, I'm drifting, no light in the night, Demons are whisperin', pull me out of sight. Drown in the echoes of my mind's broken flight, Suffocatin', can't breathe, but I’m stuck in the fight. Darkness my blanket, this room is my cell, Every breath feels like a personal hell. Eyes wide open, but I can't see the spell, I'm fading so slow, but no one can tell. I'm sinking beneath, every step feels like chains, Haunted by shadows that speak all my pain. Long nights with thoughts that just tear at my brain, I’m trapped in this cycle of misery and strain. (Chorus) Slowly sinking, but nobody knows, Falling apart, and nobody shows. Unexistence, it's the power I hold, Nobody notices the story I told.

Paweł na mroźni, w rękach pickuje palety, W głowie bity, w sercu PiS i amfetaminy sekrety. Każda paczka waży tonę, jak ciężar życia, Ale chłopak nie narzeka, to codzienna praktyka. Zamrożony magazyn, serce chłodne jak lód, „W Almere była klasa, a tu burdel i brud!” Mówi Paweł, kręcąc nosem, choć to jebany pech, Musiał rzucić tamto życie, tu ciśnie na bezdech. Chłopaku, pickuj dalej, czas to pieniądz, hajs się zgadza, Ale praca w Holandii to dla niego wieczna zdrada. Karton za kartonem, jakby liczył swoje dni, Każdy moment na mroźni – zapach klęski albo gry. Patriotyzm w sercu, a na rękach Lidlowski pot, Pickuje jak maszynka, bo system zjadł jego los. Nocne zmiany, świt nadchodzi – jedzie czysto na krysztale, Widzi marzenia, których nie dał mu kraj, a dalej żyje w szale. „Almere miało standard!” – kurwa, tam był level, A tu ciągła presja, „zapierdalaj” ich przekazem. Amfetamina w jego żyłach jak heroiczna broń, Każdy wózek, który ciągnie, jakby wygrywał swój tron. Partia w jego duszy, PiS na ustach jak mantra, Wierzy w zmiany, choć jest pionkiem w kapitalizmu transach. Na przerwach polityka, w głowie snuje plany, Jak PiS odbuduje kraj, a on ma w dupie zmiany. „Polska znów ma siłę!” – drze się na chłopaków z hali, Chociaż życie tu na picku – Holandia go przywali. Amfę kruszy w swoim kącie, bo go męczy jeb*ny rejs, Z każdym kartonem walczy, jakby zdobywał swój „hejt”. „Tu nie Almere” – powtarza, gdy wydajność go dobija, Tam robota miała styl, tu optymalność zabija. Magazyn to labirynt, Paweł w nim jak pies biegnie, Każdy dzień to wojna w głowie, życie dalej niezmienne. „Prawo i Sprawiedliwość – tylko oni mają rację!” Krzyczy Paweł, karton w ręce, pickuje w transie.