[Intro — Ambient Drill Stab]
Red flare, skyline bleeds, airdrop glow like a promise (808 slide)
Gloo Wall ghost of trust I plaster, watch the map fold like a prophet
Boots kiss gravel, heart does riddles — pulse clicks to the clock tick
Safe shrinks, stakes rise, every step's a script, every breath a lock fit
[Hook — Call & Response / Punchy]
Call: Drop the crate — Lock the gate — we ride
Resp: Drop the crate — Lock the gate — we ride
Call: Clutch the round — Knock 'em down — no lies
Resp: Clutch the round — Knock 'em down — we rise
(Shout) Airdrop kings! Airdrop kings! — Repeat
[Verse 1 — Dense Multisyllabic Scheme / Internal Rhymes]
I lace triplets with trip lines, rip rhymes, rip lives — I stitch fights with wire clips,
Scope sight, one bright bite — AWM writes wills in skull scripts.
Gloo wall up, I plaster past trust, ghosting like a rumor in the dust,
Circle barbered tight, heartbeat barber — master-blaster, thunderous thrust.
Flash smoke, mirror cloak, I choke 'em with the map's cold math,
Boots thunk, bunker bunk, we flank the flank — calculated path.
Revive call, quick fall, blood on the feed, clan tally scrolls,
Grandmaster badge, diamond flashes — I hoard wins like stolen souls.
[Pre-Hook — Short Staccato]
Slide — flank — plant — stand.
One breath, two breaths — hands command.
[Hook — Call & Response]
Call: Drop the crate — Lock the gate — we ride
Resp: Drop the crate — Lock the gate — we ride
Call: Clutch the round — Knock 'em down — no lies
Resp: Clutch the round — Knock 'em down — we rise
(Shout) Airdrop kings! Airdrop kings!
[Verse 2 — Rapid-Fire Double-Time (12–16 bars) then Slow Staccato]
(Triple-time) I spit quick bricks, flick the stick, click-clack, pick off the flank, I'm sick with the tactics,
Trip traps, snap caps, map gaps — collapse rap — they vanish in static.
Hit quick, switch grip, bipod, tripod, reload, reload, I'm a code — overload,
Nodes blow, we sow, we grow — leaderboard shows my name carved in bold.
No pause, jaws drop, campers hop off like sockets when I pop shots,
Clock drops, last block, we clock kings not pawns — plot dots in chalk plots.
Cut — slow: (breath) now
Slow, staccato: I remember nights in duos, palms damp, vows whispered in low codes,
We pledged like pirates to the feed — loyalty stamped, blood-bought oaths.
One kid left, mic crack, mama pray on the cam — I answered cold,
Punchline: You camp for points, I camp the points — you count sheep, I count souls.
[Bridge — Emotional Build]
Heart to the squad, grit in the throat, we bled through the blue zone,
Promises hashed in bullets, friendship logged in bones grown.
When the flare calls our names, we answer in echo — metal and tone,
From dusk to last clock, we carve our names — not alone, not unknown.
[Verse 3 — Story + Taunt + Cadence Switch]
Little story: had a rookie once — shook hands, eyes wide like a newborn's crack,
Lost a brother in a final, dropped with a laugh — we rewound the pack.
That night I vowed on a gloo
