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Nightfall Kings: Neon Cypher 1 by Desilo

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Nightfall Kings: Neon Cypher 1

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Bass drops heavy, lights flicker — chrome and neon bleed,
City pulse like a war drum: velvet suits, cocaine speed.
Patron bottles glint—Hennessy, Patron, Grey Goose on ice,
Cue chalk on fingers, pool balls click — snap, clack, cold dice.
Welcome to the kingdom where the wealthy wolves dine,
Rich street gangsters in a nightclub throne, kingpin design.
(Lock the doors — tonight we eat the skyline.)
Yo — Blade step in, wrist iced, Rolex freeze the time,
Sippin' Patron, letting bottles fall like a war crime.
Glass smacks felt — cue chalk dust in the air,
Girls in Louboutin heels, spit-sip, lean back, stare.
Clip jingles like a necklace — bullet casings kiss the floor,
Glock under the jacket, safe by the locker door.
Money raining, tear the pool rack — eight ball kiss the light,
I’m the cold motherfucker who bought the bar tonight.
Kids muffled by velvet, servers hustle with a grin,
I sign names on napkins — contracts soaked in sin.
Say my name like currency — Damon Blade, the vault,
I fuckin' run the night, no apologies, no fault.
We kings of the night — bottles up, lights down low, (we kings)
Drunk on the vibe — let the neon motherfuckers glow. (let 'em glow)
Guns heavy, bands heavy — dollar signs tattooed on spine,
We roll deep, club’s ours — through the haze we align.
Nightfall kings! / Nightfall kings!
Bottle to the lip! / Bottle to the lip!
Crack the skyline with a screaming Fender — riffs hit like lead,
Jax slam the stage, spit-fire riffs, watch them drop dead.
Leather jacket, black nail polish, whiskey branded — Jameson burn,
Pool cue like a tomahawk — break the rack, make 'em learn.
Girls scream, hair flips — they grind, they curse, they plead,
I rip the chorus out of silence, distortion makes 'em bleed.
Shot glass shattered, sequin blood on the floor,
Power chords cut souls — crowd begs, "more!" more! more!
I’m Razor — slice the facade, rip the velvet seam,
This is gangster opera — guitars taste like gasoline.
Dark velvet nights, my suit pressed like a tombstone fold,
Marcus slides in,