(Title: Steel and Syllables) (Raske, kitarri rütm, aeglane build-up) [Intro] Molten in the furnace, feedback in the veins Snapbacks in the mosh pit, bars in the chains Kick drum thunder, riff like a train This is rap in a war vest, welcome to the pain [Verse 1] I’m the spike in the leather, I’m the ink in the skin I’m the growl in the gutter when the breakdown begins Double‑kick heartbeat, ride cymbal rain Down‑picked chug like a rusted chain Black boots stompin’ on a concrete scripture Power‑chord gospel in a blood‑red mixture Pit looks holy like a circle of rage Crowd write verses when they rush that stage Iron in the lungs when the scream takes flight Every word hammered like a nail in the night Caps turned backwards, horns in the air Rap flow jagged like a barbed‑wire snare I don’t mumble in the void, I spit molten ore Every sixteens swingin’ like a two‑hand sword Mic is my weapon, amp is my shield When the feedback howls, that’s the roar of the field [Chorus] Heavy metal in my pulse, rap venom in my teeth I put thunder on the drums, put the metal in the streets From the gutter to the stage, from the silence to the roar This is iron over 808s, a war you can’t ignore Let the roof cave in, let the ceilings all crack When the riff line drops and the verse fights back We collide like steel, every bar, every pedal I don’t just rap on beats, I spit on heavy metal (Raskem kitarr, industriaalne paus) [Verse 2] Raised on Sabbath, Slayer, Maiden in the headphones Now I lace rhymes over skull‑carved metronomes Hi‑hat ticking like a countdown fuse While the bass shakes ribs, tryna break old rules Turn the gain to eleven, let the demons applaud Tremolo fire in the right hand of God Crowd surf sinners on a riff‑made wave Devil in the detail of the note you crave My cadence is a chainsaw sharpened on a tombstone Slice through silence till the graveyards groove strong Lyrics like patches on a torn black jacket Every verse sewn from a personal racket Stage lights bleeding in a strobe‑lit vision Guitar solo screamin’ like a failed exorcism Rap in the verses, metal in the veins When I breathe, I exhale ball bearings and flames (kitarri soolo) [Chorus] Heavy metal in my pulse, rap venom in my teeth I put thunder on the drums, put the metal in the streets From the gutter to the stage, from the silence to the roar This is iron over 808s, a war you can’t ignore Let the roof cave in, let the ceilings all crack When the riff line drops and the verse fights back We collide like steel, every bar, every pedal I don’t just rap on beats, I spit on heavy metal (Breakdown – sosin + bass) [Bridge] No halo in a circle pit, no saints in the smoke Just kids with scars and a throats full of notes Every bruise is a lyric, every shout is a prayer Turn the amps to the sky, let the gods despair (plahvatuslik tõus) [Chorus] Heavy metal in my pulse, rap venom in my teeth I put thunder on the drums, put the metal in the streets From the gutter to the stage, from the silence to the roar This is iron over 808s, a war you can’t ignore Let the roof cave in, let the ceilings all crack When the riff line drops and the verse fights back We collide like steel, every bar, every pedal I don’t just rap on beats, I spit on heavy metal (Trummide soolo) [Breakdown] Half-time drop—feel the floorplate bend Snare hit stagger like the world might end Chug—chug—pause—then a triplet tear Kick drums gallop like a war nightmare Palm-mute punches in a downstroke storm Bassline crawling like a beast reborn Count it—one—two—then the silence snaps Whole pit detonates when the downbeat slaps [Guitar Solo Section] Neck on fire, fingers bleed through steel Whammy divebomb—make the heavens kneel Harmonics scream like a siren call Shred so sharp it could split a wall Sweep that arpeggio, climb that spine Bend notes crying like a faultline whine Delay trails echo like ghosts in amps While the double-kick rolls like a tank through camps [Verse 3] I’m the static in the signal, the distortion in truth Where the hi-hat stutters like a loose-wired fuse Flow syncopated with a thrash-riff spine Every syllable locked in a 4/4 grind 808 sub with a subharmonic quake While the snare cracks bones like a seismic break I lace my bars through a blast beat blur Spit so fast make the cymbals slur No clean hooks, just a raw throat chant Crowd screaming back like a battle rant From basement shows to a blood-lit stage I conduct chaos like a sonic mage [Pre-Chorus] Turn it louder till the meters clip Let the needle redline, let the circuits rip If it don’t feel dangerous, it ain’t my sound I want riffs so heavy they pin you down [Final Chorus] Heavy metal in my pulse, rap venom in my teeth I put thunder on the drums, put the metal in the streets From the gutter to the stage, from the silence to the roar This is iron over 808s, a war you can’t ignore (plahvatus)