I spit on zinc plates where the orphans fed Where the shells still warm and the gospel bled No church here just trench confessions Ghosts write hooks in the warlord sessions Pipeline baptize me with barbed wire hugs Street talk coded in the tongue of thugs I blink Morse pain, no smile, just scars This ain’t rap it’s a sermon from behind burnt bars You talk ‘bout rap we speak Hash Blink grave script this motivation for the weak
Vinny had visions but the block saw flames Zinc dreams cracked under bloodstained names Truth got buried in a rusted decision Hash Blink trench voice, divine incision He saw light through a shell case flash Prayed with a pistol in a bottle of ash Now every step he take cut through dimension Betrayal cut deep, but we face the benediction No love, no sex, we title it sexual gratification I rhyme what the dead won’t even mention
All cap? I was raised where the sins get fed Where the zinc roof scream when the night turn red A place so rude, you won’t find a lad Battery is needed for the flash led Generational ghost of the pharaoh, phantom host is on my bed I don’t talk in bars I carve commands With a verse like a blade in a ghost’s cold hands Ain’t no clout in war just blood and codes Where the fiends rock chains and the preachers load I rhyme like a curse in a chambered breath Hash Blink spit rounds that inherit death
Verso frío breath colder than graveside chrome Where the fiends hear screams through the broken foam Zinc roof crack when I cough up truth Got a scar on my tongue and a trench for a booth Ain’t no hugs just straps and plots Where the rats quote verses and the angels rot Every line I drop like a curse from clay Hash Blink spit frost that’ll burn your day
Low riders slide I crawl through blood Zinc roof dreams where the saints sip mud Chrome ain’t clean it reflect my sins Where the kids throw signs with barbed wire grins Tires hit gravel, I coast with grief Talk slick? Get laid by a verse too brief Ain’t no bounce just a roll through scars Hash Blink I steer with ghosts under stars
You want my all? I gave what broke What the war couldn’t steal, I fed to smoke She want love I gave her flame Where my past wear chains and my soul got aim I ain’t Snoop smooth I’m trench and blade Where the hugs feel fake and the prayers fade So if you want my all, be ready to fall Hash Blink I don’t give, I crawl then maul
Deadlock zone where the prayers don’t pass Where the silence got weight and the zinc hold mass I ain’t move for the fame, I was bred in the trap Where the screams write verses and the shadows ninjas clap I talk with the dead when the mic go cold Pipeline oath every rhyme too bold Ain’t no peace in a ghost born plot Legendary status, spiritually brought Hash Blink I break the lock with thought
Macabre mind I rhyme with a corpse in sight Where the zinc drip blood and the prayers sound trite Pipeline gospel, I spit in reverse Like the dead talk back through the depth of a verse No peace in the trench, just bones in stacks Where the kids play chess with their trauma and tax I don’t just rap I awaken the grave Hash Blink every bar like a ritual blade
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ShaolinBlink
I spit on zinc plates where the orphans fed
Where the shells still warm and the gospel bled
No church here just trench confessions
Ghosts write hooks in the warlord sessions
Pipeline baptize me with barbed wire hugs
Street talk coded in the tongue of thugs
I blink Morse pain, no smile, just scars
This ain’t rap it’s a sermon from behind burnt bars
You talk ‘bout rap we speak
Hash Blink grave script this motivation for the weak
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ShaolinBlink
Vinny had visions but the block saw flames
Zinc dreams cracked under bloodstained names
Truth got buried in a rusted decision
Hash Blink trench voice, divine incision
He saw light through a shell case flash
Prayed with a pistol in a bottle of ash
Now every step he take cut through dimension
Betrayal cut deep, but we face the benediction
No love, no sex, we title it sexual gratification
I rhyme what the dead won’t even mention
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ShaolinBlink
All cap? I was raised where the sins get fed
Where the zinc roof scream when the night turn red
A place so rude, you won’t find a lad
Battery is needed for the flash led
Generational ghost of the pharaoh, phantom host is on my bed
I don’t talk in bars I carve commands
With a verse like a blade in a ghost’s cold hands
Ain’t no clout in war just blood and codes
Where the fiends rock chains and the preachers load
I rhyme like a curse in a chambered breath
Hash Blink spit rounds that inherit death
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ShaolinBlink
Verso frío breath colder than graveside chrome
Where the fiends hear screams through the broken foam
Zinc roof crack when I cough up truth
Got a scar on my tongue and a trench for a booth
Ain’t no hugs just straps and plots
Where the rats quote verses and the angels rot
Every line I drop like a curse from clay
Hash Blink spit frost that’ll burn your day
#vars
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ShaolinBlink
Low riders slide I crawl through blood
Zinc roof dreams where the saints sip mud
Chrome ain’t clean it reflect my sins
Where the kids throw signs with barbed wire grins
Tires hit gravel, I coast with grief
Talk slick? Get laid by a verse too brief
Ain’t no bounce just a roll through scars
Hash Blink I steer with ghosts under stars
#vars
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ShaolinBlink
You want my all? I gave what broke
What the war couldn’t steal, I fed to smoke
She want love I gave her flame
Where my past wear chains and my soul got aim
I ain’t Snoop smooth I’m trench and blade
Where the hugs feel fake and the prayers fade
So if you want my all, be ready to fall
Hash Blink I don’t give, I crawl then maul
#vars
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ShaolinBlink
Deadlock zone where the prayers don’t pass
Where the silence got weight and the zinc hold mass
I ain’t move for the fame, I was bred in the trap
Where the screams write verses and the shadows ninjas clap
I talk with the dead when the mic go cold
Pipeline oath every rhyme too bold
Ain’t no peace in a ghost born plot
Legendary status, spiritually brought
Hash Blink I break the lock with thought
#vars
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ShaolinBlink
Macabre mind I rhyme with a corpse in sight
Where the zinc drip blood and the prayers sound trite
Pipeline gospel, I spit in reverse
Like the dead talk back through the depth of a verse
No peace in the trench, just bones in stacks
Where the kids play chess with their trauma and tax
I don’t just rap I awaken the grave
Hash Blink every bar like a ritual blade
#vars
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