[Intro]
Cold blocks, neon breath — night speaks in static,
Concrete choir, whispers sharp and cinematic. [AD-LIB: whoa]
Pulses low, shadowed pulse, a slow drum breath,
City keeps the secrets — til the night cuts death.
[Verse 1]
Hands clenched, streets bend — betrayal on my block,
Trusted hand, turned blade — backstabbed by the clock.
Cold chain on my chest, iron bite, clank and lock,
I spit sparks on the pavement, watch sparks scatter, shock. [AD-LIB]
Footsteps echo hollow, alley eyes and hollow vows,
Neon bleeds the truth, watch the wolves change brows.
No soft lines, I grind, tighten jaw, tighten rows,
Counting scars like medals — every cut, it only grows.
[Pre-Chorus]
Breath low, feel it climb — a coil wound tight, (whoa)
Heartbeat hush then boom, eyes cut through the night. [breathy]
Tension like a wire — wait, listen, hold, (hold)
A small spark, a short fuse, then the world unfolds. [AD-LIB]
[Pre-Drop]
[Impact] Break — BPM up! [HYPE]
Short hit — riser snap — cinematic hit, cut! [SFX]
[Chorus]
Storm up — I don't fold. [HYPE]
Storm up — I don't fold. [AD-LIB: yeah!]
Storm up — I don't fold. (double-time) [HYPE]
Storm up — I don't fold.
[Verse 2]
Cold face, colder motive — they bet against my skin,
Voices in the backroom laughed, counted sins as wins.
I trade calm for thunder, silent plans for loud pins,
Drop a verse like a verdict — execute the ends.
Betrayal tasted copper — I spit metal, spit truth,
Raised in iron alleys, learned to move, learned to bruise.
No mercy for the serpent mouths that sell lies loose,
I flip scripts, flip bricks — build bridges out of use.
[Pre-Chorus]
Breath low, watch it flare — the night begins to fold, (whoa)
Tension snaps like wire — heat turns stone to gold. [breathy]
Hold the pause, count one — the gap before the blow, (now)
Step, hit — world speeds up — feel the tempo grow. [AD-LIB]
[Pre-Drop]
[Riser] siren, glass break — impact, cut! [SFX]
[Impact] Break — BPM up! [HYPE]
[Chorus]
Storm up — I don't fold. [HYPE]
Storm up — I don't fold. [AD-LIB: come on!]
Storm up — I don't fold. (double-time) [HYPE]
Storm up — I don't fold.
[Bridge]
Cold oven, hot voice — furnace in my chest,
They forged my armor from refusal and unrest. [AD-LIB]
Chains that clanked become the tempo of my steps,
I walk loud — city listens — neon nods, city reps.
[Breakdown]
Short lines, fast breath — double-time spit, (spit)
Hit hard, hit clean — no quit, (no quit)
Punchline: "Backstabbers fold — I fold their code," (fold)
Punchline: "Light the dark — burn the road." [AD-LIB]
[Final Chorus / Drop]
Storm up — I don't fold. [HYPE]
Storm up — I don't fold. [AD-LIB]
Storm up — I don't fold. (triple-time) [HYPE]
Storm up — I don't fold.
[Outro]
As sirens fade, the city knows my name,
Cold piecemeal past — gone up in flame. [AD-LIB]
From chained nights to open fights — I hold the mold,
Repeat the tag until it's truth: "Storm up — I don't fold." [HYPE]
[Tag - Repeat softly]
Storm up — I don't fold. (fade)
Storm up —
