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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 💜 Thanks to everyone who is listening to my music! Much love! 🩵 📺 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@electrichood 🔗 Linktree: https://hyperfollow.com/electrichood ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ♫ Lyrics ♫ I draw the line right here you better don't cross it (dont cross it) no matter your skill at cross fit this excercise is called "this guy ain't nothing to fuck with" like the W posse, I got W's in the pocket n stomp crews in the lobby, bars feel like a dropkick or like I toss bricks and act as your off switch say that you're locked in and I come and pick you apart like a locksmith (top pick) handle two pens like chopsticks rip through your heart puncture your optics, hit you with bars that feel like fists on the jaw n rupture your conscience, thrust like missles that start, you never did art you dont drop top hits you just bought bot clicks your squads stuff's shit that no one dares to shoplift you're a prophet of fake gods and convicts that praise slop and profits I'm the apocalypse I pop clips on point like clock ticks, break jaws in conflicts come n blaze up your nonsense wonder why you like the taste of your vomit, yeah that is strange I'll be honest claim you're the hottest but every bar that you jot is just off and monotonous sloppy and fraudulent, softness omnipresent n your brain’s unresponsive no original content like reactions on Twitch, you try to talk slick but you're not Hasan so you can't shock this dog bitch pull up in a sports whip, windows in a dark tint, roll em down, pullin out a gun aiming at you muppets look it's so easy to talk shit but your flow doesnt flow quick it just walks stiff so stop it say that you write your lyrics but I know the plot twist is you just go with whatever AI came up with but fuck this, if you wanna go with it it's your thing but dont tell me you're the king, just shut the fuck up kid And then the time slows the lights flash my eyes glow while I fight back air gets ice cold the sky’s black no dice roll you just die fast then the time slows the lights flash my eyes glow while I fight back air gets ice cold the sky’s black no dice roll your friends die next Why I don't dream? it's simple, cuz dreaming's the sunday of thinking rough days? I live em! no off days till opps are blood drained n finished no pause just drum breaks n spitting, blood rain and rhythm, like the Blood Rave in the Blade film run raids on victims, when the days last sun ray's extinguished I don't have a war plan, I just listen to instincts, run 'em down n gun down these bitches, some say I'm different but I just don't give a fuck about mundane things or a frontpage listing I just form gun shapes from ink spills n make opps spend long days in clinics, with no thought to critics, heart rate diminished, when I aim at false saints and bigots they blindly plunge straight in with ambition with their flawed takes n lyric, but stand there on Fent just twitching, jaw clenched and shifting, try to rap but their lungs cave in while they're limping, but I'm left unfazed and kill em it just takes one verse and less than a minute to ridicule them with a chain of syllables my fillers have more game than their gibberish, my writtens cause more pain while theirs are insignificant my fingers are more trained theirs are jittering, my skillset’s past their lane they are just primitive and you'll never witness me ask for permission or opinions And then the time slows the lights flash my eyes glow while I fight back air gets ice cold the sky’s black no dice roll you just die fast then the time slows the lights flash my eyes glow while I fight back air gets ice cold the sky’s black no dice roll your friends die next ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ © 12/2025 - Electric Hood ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++