aggressive male voice acapella for a drum and bass
aggressive hip-hop male voice acapella, drum and bass, 176bpm, intense, hard-hitting, raw vocal delivery,Anger
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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Verse 1]
No escape route left, I'm burnin' your direction
Your ride-or-die's in the back, map ping your location
Too late to beg, too late to duck
I got your coordinates, I'm closing in on you
[Pre-Chorus]
Every bootstep crushes the space between us
Your ragged gasp's the only sound that means us
No shadow to hide in, no crack to slip through
This is the final lap, your race is through
[Chorus]
No escape route left, I'm burnin' your direction
Your ride-or-die's in the back, map ping your location
Too late to beg, too late to duck
I got your coordinates, I'm closing in on you
No place to curl, no hole to crawl
I'm right on your tail, ready to brawl
You thought you could run, thought you could flee
Today's the day you finally face me
[Verse 2]
I tracked your trail through mud and broken glass
Your cheap parlor tricks are out of gas
You left a breadcrumb trail of lies and waste
Now I'm here to erase your sad little space
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Your heart's a drumline spittin' panicked beats
You're gonna pay for the lies you wove so deep
No mercy now, no do-over chance
I'm gonna break your facade, give you one last glance
[Chorus]
No escape route left, I'm burnin' your direction
Your ride-or-die's in the back, map ping your location
Too late to beg, too late to duck
I got your coordinates, I'm closing in on you
No place to curl, no hole to crawl
I'm right on your tail, ready to brawl
You thought you could run, thought you could flee
Today's the day you finally face me
[Bridge]
You screamed for mercy, you cried for a lifeline
But I don't care 'bout your desperate whines
You dug your own grave with your greedy hands
Now lie in it, you sorry, spineless man
[Build-up]
Comin' for ya, comin' fast
This is gonna be your last
Comin' for ya, comin' strong
You won't outrun this song
[Drop]
No escape route left, I'm burnin' your direction
Your ride-or-die's in the back, map ping your location
Too late to beg, too late to duck
I got your coordinates, I'm closing in on you
[Outro]
You had your shot, you blew it bad
Now you're just a ghost, gone for good