Classicalxdrill 1.1

Paroles

INTRO (orchestral / spoken low) (choir in the back…) Mm… Strings cry… but the bass still talks. (woo) Listen… --- 1st VERSE (cold drill, cinematic energy) I step in the night and the whole place shift (shift) Violin cry, but I still stay lit (lit) Came from the mud where the trust don’t exist Now it’s big boy moves, no space for a snitch Cold in my chest like the wind from the north (brr) I don’t chase friends, I just stack and go more They hear my name and they close up the door ‘Cause when I pull up, it get tense like war I been in pain, I just hide it in calm Talkin’ too much get you wiped out quick, no psalm Bassline heavy, make the floor do harm I’m still outside with a mask and charm They want my spot, but they stuck in the past I’m buildin’ my future, I’m movin’ too fast One wrong move and the moment get crashed I don’t do luck, I do skill and maths --- HOOK (big cinematic / chantable) Strings in the air, but the bass so rude (boom) Choir go “ahh” when we step with the crew (woo) Night so dark, but my chain still blue (ice) I been built for this life, I don’t break, I move From the block to the skyline view (yeah) Same cold heart, I just changed that roof They pray I fall, but I still go through Cinematic drill, yeah the whole ting new --- 2nd VERSE (more aggressive / tighter flow) I don’t need talk, I got proof in motion Deep 808s got the streets still frozen Orchestra rise like the sky got open Then the drop hit hard like a door get broken I been so sharp, I don’t miss no chance They still play roles, they don’t know real plans Too many snakes in designer pants I stay two steps ahead like chess with hands I came from nights where the lights felt fake Now it’s bright in the crib but my mind still breaks So I drink that cold and I breathe that smoke Still on point, I don’t make mistakes When that snare hit, feel it in my ribs When that bass slide, feel it in your skin They don’t live like this, they pretend like this I got scars that don’t heal—just glisten --- HOOK (repeat / louder) Strings in the air, but the bass so rude (boom) Choir go “ahh” when we step with the crew (woo) Night so dark, but my chain still blue (ice) I been built for this life, I don’t break, I move From the block to the skyline view (yeah) Same cold heart, I just changed that roof They pray I fall, but I still go through Cinematic drill, yeah the whole ting new --- 3rd VERSE (longer / story + power) I remember nights where my stomach was tight No food in the kitchen, just stress in my life Now it’s lobster plates and champagne on ice But I still see demons when I turn off lights ‘Cause pain don’t leave when you level up It just hide in the silence, it settle up So I keep me a goal and I never trust And I move like a storm when the pressure touch Violin weep like my past got a voice But I don’t look back, I don’t give it a choice I made it from cracks, I made it from noise Now it’s gold on my neck and the crowd rejoice But the real ones know I was built in the rain Built in the cold, built in the shame Now I walk through the storm like it’s nothin’ to me And the whole damn city remember the name I don’t need hype, I got presence Heavy footsteps like a sentence If I speak, it’s a message If I aim, it’s relentless Cinematic lights but the streets still rough So I stay on alert, I don’t ease up Choir sing loud while the bass line crush This my life, I ain’t dreamin’—I’m up --- PRE-HOOK / BRIDGE (strings only / emotional) (soft…) If the strings cry… I won’t cry with ‘em… I been broken before… I survived through it… Now the choir sing… but it’s still my war… And I’m walkin’ in… like I own that floor… --- FINAL HOOK (biggest / stadium energy) Strings in the air, but the bass so rude (boom) Choir go “ahh” when we step with the crew (woo) Night so dark, but my chain still blue (ice) I been built for this life, I don’t break, I move From the block to the skyline view (yeah) Same cold heart, I just changed that roof They pray I fall, but I still go through Cinematic drill, yeah the whole ting new --- OUTRO (fade / spoken) (choir fading…) Yeah… It’s beauty and violence in one song… Strings… bass… That’s me. (woo)