Title: “WARWORN” (Full Version – Extended)

Title: “WARWORN” (Full Version – Extended) “No gods. No devils. Just discipline.” (Intro – cold, steady) You ain’t hard. You ain’t built like this. I don’t rage. I calculate… Then I regulate. (Verse 1) I don’t scream when I kill, I move quiet, Slide through your spot like a thought turned violent. No mask, no gimmicks, no hype, Just hands made of lead and a war-born life. You rap tough — I don’t talk, I do, Crack your circle wide open like a .22. Every move I make got weight like steel, When I say “it’s up,” that’s a signed death deal. No warning, no hint, no fair fight, I strike in the dark and erase in light. I don’t need crowds, don’t need views, All I need's a reason and I’ll come through. (Hook) WARWORN — I don’t flinch, I fold foes, Built from the pressure, I don’t break, I impose. WARWORN — don’t test, don’t bark, ‘Cause I fight like the day never met the dark. WARWORN — no talk, just motion, Rip through a man like blade through ocean. WARWORN — cold mind, locked jaw, I don’t play, I execute law. (Verse 2) Been broke, been bruised, been cornered in rooms, Learned real quick how to turn pain into fumes. Now I move like a shadow in high gear, No fear — I build empires from tears. Every scar on my body got stories to tell, Every win I carved from a personal hell. But I ain’t preachin’, I ain’t tryna inspire, I’m just lettin’ you know: cross me? You expire. No threats — I deliver results, You throw shots, I return them in vaults. I don’t flex — I command. And I don’t miss — I land. (Bridge) This ain’t hate. It’s design. This ain’t rage. It’s refined. You fight to survive… I fight to define. (Verse 3 – colder, tighter, straight kill mode) I move like I’m owed, not like I hope, Y’all beg for respect, I just take it and go. Kept my blade sharp while they partied and posted, Now I cut clean through the dreams they boasted. Took losses, yeah — but I kept receipts, Now my grind got bodies stacked under my feet. No luck, no cheat, just grind and grief, Now I breathe like a war drum under my teeth. I don't flinch, I don’t fold, I don’t flake, I break men down just to watch what’s fake. If you live soft, don’t speak on pain — I bleed in storms. You drown in rain. (Verse 4 – final strike, pure alpha tone) They want smoke? I bring industrial haze, Burn your whole name in a matter of days. Every bar I spit got weight and wire, Every step I take turns dirt to fire. No mentor. No mercy. No map. I just adapted, attacked, and snapped. I ain’t hungry — I’m haunted by need, I don't chase crowns — I sharpen greed. I’m not next — I’m inevitable force, I bend fate ‘til I fracture the course. This ain’t hype, this is sharpened form — I don’t live in peace. I live WARWORN. (Final Hook) WARWORN — I don’t flinch, I fold foes, Built from the pressure, I don’t break, I impose. WARWORN — don’t test, don’t bark, ‘Cause I fight like the day never met the dark. WARWORN — no talk, just motion, Rip through a man like blade through ocean. WARWORN — cold mind, locked jaw, I don’t play, I execute law. (Outro – ice cold) Not angry. Not loud. Just focused. And done with you.