[Intro — Guitar motif + drums build]
(Clean electric: muted syncopated strum, low-pass guitar lick)
(Drums: filtered kick, light hi-hat groove, 90–95 BPM)
(Kydo: Yo—) (Luffy: Let’s get it!)
Night city humming, neon pulsing loud
Cheddar out — we move like kings, no crown, just clouds
[Verse 1 — Kydo (syncopated, heavy internal rhyme density)]
Midnight ink, mic linked, I grind 'til the light thins
Paper chase, heart race, paper face, check the pipelines
Corner pockets to corporate pockets, flip the script—no blind signs
Every inch a blueprint, stitched in grit, comma-cuts like fine lines
Clock ticks—schemes bake, I bake beats, make stakes rise
Late calls from the block—mama praying, fold them lullabies
Hustle got a pulse—kick to snare, I double-time the drumline
Cashmere dreams on concrete seams, I thread the skyline
Knife metaphors slice cheap ties, rip seams of easy lies
Multisyllable muscle—shuffle stress into flexed ties
Grit braided into glory, story sewn inside my chest cry
(Ad-lib: Count it up, stack it up!)
[Rap-Pre (Spoken/Synced Build) — User's voice]
Hands up — breathe the city, feel it breathe back
One step in the dark became a map, now we attack
Short breaths, syncopate — push the pulse, stack the stack
Turn whispers into roars — we lace bars, never slack
(Drums open: hat triplets leading into hook)
[Hook — Rap Chorus (4 bars, punchy, repetitive)]
Cheddar out, stack it high — count them wins, watch 'em multiply (stack it)
Cheddar out, never fold — grind in silence, let the dollars testify (multiply)
Cheddar out, skyline bow — from the block to the lights we electrify (we fly)
Cheddar out, stack it high — count it, crown it, watch the empire rise (count it up)
(Ad-libs: Stack it! Multiply! Watch it rise!)
[Verse 2 — Luffy (mid-tempo then double-time triplet flair)]
Sunrise on a bankroll, pockets hum a new song, sky winks
Crowds at the corner feel the thunder, heartbeat in the brink
Booth still hot—last verse got the sauce, sauce on the sink
Champagne math, dashboard laughs—count the wins, don't blink
From late-night cuts to boulevard lights, we turned pain to prints
Victory in my cadence—spin the crowd, let the chorus rinse
Silk rhymes with grit lines, ceiling bends at my rinse
Every show a sermon—every cheque a midday glimpse
Contracts at dawn, family calls on the line, steady hands
Triumph in my step—parade of one-man marching bands
I paint futures in gold, watch the shade fold, widen stands
(Ad-lib: Fly high! Woo!)
[Pre-Chorus 2 — Sung / Layered (User's voice + ad-libs)]
Feel the pulse, feel the rise, all the doors swing wide
Every step we took in darkness now sparkles in the light
Turn echoes into choirs—sing our names into the sky
Hold your breath — this is ours — watch the night comply
[Hook — Rap Chorus (Repeat, with added guitar lead & full drums)]
Cheddar out, stack it high — count them wins, watch 'em multiply (stack it)
Cheddar out, never fold — grind in silence, let the dollars testify (multiply)
Cheddar out, skyline,
