𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙕 ⛧ 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙒𝘼𝙍 🔫🎖️🚁

(### METADATA — DO NOT SING) (Genre: Hardcore Hip-Hop / Boom Bap Rap) (Style: fast straight rap, aggressive delivery, boom bap drums, minimal dark instrumental, no melody focus, high style strength 98%, weirdness low) (Focus: speed, clarity, articulation, punchlines, precision) (Vocal: neutral male rap voice, no singing, no chant, no baritone emphasis, clean tone, very clear articulation, dry upfront vocal, no autotune, no melodic phrasing) (Flow: fast continuous rap, tight rhythm, strong end-word emphasis, high syllable density) (Arrangement: intro short drum loop, verses full drums and bass, hook same rhythm no melody, continuous flow, final hook stronger drums) (Sound: raw, minimal, no ambient textures, no effects clutter) (Mix: -9 LUFS, vocal dominant, strong mid clarity, tight low-end, clean limiter) (Instructions: everything above is NOT lyrics) --- I’m in the system, a symptom of power, devouring hours, controlling the supply Delivering product in constant amounts where the markets are marked by the guns and the buy The papers are perfect, the labels are legal, the lethal is hidden beneath the design The data is stable, relation is fatal, I’m trading the lives for a fraction of time I’m in the middle of metal and meddle with settlements made in a second of speech The people are pieces, the pieces are moving, the moving is proving the system I teach You see it as evil, I see it as equal, the equal is profit repeating in reach The numbers are speaking, I’m keeping it running, the running is all that I need You see a war — I see a system You see the dead — I see the income I’m loading the cargo, the target is market, the market is starving for conflict and steel The path is automatic, the logic is locked in, the doctrine is profit, not how people feel The government silent, denial is vital, the title is clean but the business is real They publicly hate it, privately fund it, I run it, I move it, I seal it and deal I’m dealing in regions where reason is seasonal, treason is basic and normalized fear Currency moving in minerals, diamonds, a sign of a cycle repeating each year The system is stable, unbreakable, labeled as global supply with no end appears You call it immoral, I call it inevitable, look at the world — it’s already here Lord of war — money on the line Guns go out — every single time No names, no face, no trace, no sign Blood in the dust — but the cash still mine I’m in the loop of the troops and the suits in the rooms where the moves are approved and designed The truth is removed and the proof is reduced to a loop of excuses repeated in time I’m moving the units, consuming the markets, the targets are artists of war in disguise The borders are cordons of order distorted by forces that forever profit from lives Interpol chasing but facing a structure that’s bigger than single individuals I’m just a visible figure delivered to shift all the blame from the real individuals They say they oppose it but close it behind me, rely on the flow that I give them in full If I disappear then the gears still appear, cause the world is the source of the pull You write the laws — then rewrite the need You hide the hand — but you fund the greed I’m not the cause — I’m the code you made I’m just the trade — that you never erase Every element relevant set in a mechanism fed by the people protected in positions I’m just a vessel embedded in levels of systems designed for the constant transmissions You want a solution then stop the production of conflict and cut the conditions Till then I continue to move it and prove it — the profit is driven by your decisions Lord of war — money on the line Guns go out — every single time No names, no face, no trace, no sign Blood in the dust — but the cash still mine