Original lyrics (verbatim from file analysis):
Hey, yeah I'm stronger when I'm in the heat From the tropics, I'm the warrior King, king, king, king, king Brrrah, brrrah Conscious of the blood It can go down It even won me over my demons I'm the world champion of the field The bloodthirsty Not the people The sacrificer of the devil Except when I'm faithful The kind The successful The skilful The thirsty Hey, excess Skalash The people who see our soul We hear joy Women This poison for men Hey, we the dog Love Dealer, dealer Like Gucci, Fergie Hey, Domena Hey, Domena Hey, Domena Hey, for the passport, it's just you The black and white is very keen In the streets Where love is in the middle The dealer, dealer Joke With the stars in our heads In the corner of the street The young in secret A simple trick A risky but perfect day Black and white The cult is successful In the city of Nice And all the safaris are top Without fear Because this chain is flexible In Balfour From the ground This style Is noble In the middle of the salt The guys are waiting And we are angry They are my clients Of everything The crowd is imposing And of everything Because it is a circuit But I have the power I love them all There are two billion And you But the stage It's the edge The face is hidden It's me at the bottom One day Reality A thousand times Because you are the glory In this chain Every word is a strength Bad people birds dogs monsters kill them poke them Just do it And they Be covered Be covered Kill them Fuck them
Drill-ready arrangement (production notes: tempo 140 BPM, hard 808 glide, tight hi-hat rolls, dark minor piano loop—see production brief):
[Intro]
Hey, yeah
Stronger when I'm in the heat — warrior on the rise (Brrrah, brrrah)
From the tropics, crown heavy, flame in both my eyes (Brrrah)
[Verse 1]
Conscious of the blood, it's a code that hums beneath the chest
Demons tried to test me, but the field made me the best
Champion stance, chest out, every step's a saga told
Bloodthirsty for the win — not for the people, but the gold
Faithful when it matters, kind when I can spare the time
Skilful with the moves, thirsty for the climb, I prime the grind
Excess on the skyline, Skalash echoes in the night
People see the soul, reflect the truth in neon light
We hear joy mix with static, women and the poison notes
Dogged moves—love dealer—dealin' fate in pocket coats
Like Gucci, like Fergie, the flex is calibrated sharp
Domena callouts, passport stamps across the charts
Black and white contrast, city streets where feelings split
Love in the middle, but the dealer still be playin' with the script
[Pre-Chorus]
Stars in our heads, corner whispers, youth keep it low
Simple tricks, risky plays — perfect day, we steal the show
Black and white, cult successful, Nice nights glow
Safaris top-tier, chain flexible, we don't fold
[Chorus]
Warrior on heat — king of tropics (king, king)
Brrrah, brrrah — feel the drop, feel the optics (king)
Warrior on heat — king of tropics (
