Best Of Warners

Title: Best Of Warners Tempo: 174 BPM Style: Dark roller / spiritual militant / reflective sheller [INTRO - Spoken / low tone] Yo... Every breath is borrowed, every second’s got a shadow. You can run from the lesson, but the lesson’s gonna follow. Death is the best of warners... So wake before the warning lands. [DROP] [HOOK] Death is the best of warners, hear that siren in silence, Life is a test with corners, don’t get lost in the brightness,, Chest full of breath but the next ain’t promised regardless, So I move with my heart lit sharp in the darkness. Death is the best of warners, cut the ego to fractions, All of the flex and performance fades to dust in the casket, Truth don’t beg for reactions, truth don’t need all the captions, When the soul gets called, there’s no pause, no distractions. [VERSE 1] Man talk loud like time ain’t ticking, Clock still spins while pride sits grinning, Gold on the wrist but the pulse still slipping, Soul needs feeding, not just dripping. [Breath] Big house, big chain, big name in the city, Still can’t bribe that final committee, Still can’t buy back one breath quickly, Still can’t pause when the end comes with me. [Cadence switch] So I sharpen my days like blades in training, Cut vain cravings, break those chains in, Faith ain’t fantasy, faith is facing Facts when the grave starts plainly speaking. [Breath] I seen strong men turn to vapour, Seen fake friends fold on paper, Seen pure hearts rise through danger, Death walked in like a mercy-waker. [HOOK] Death is the best of warners, hear that siren in silence, Life is a test with corners, don’t get lost in the brightness, Chest full of breath but the next ain’t promised regardless, So I move with my heart lit sharp in the darkness. Death is the best of warners, cut the ego to fractions, All of the flex and performance fades to dust in the casket, Truth don’t beg for reactions, truth don’t need all the captions, When the soul gets called, there’s no pause, no distractions. [VERSE 2] Don’t wait till the ribs feel colder, Don’t wait till the years weigh bolder, Don’t wait till regret rides over Shoulders like stone and the world's over. [Breath] Man chase smoke, get choked by vapour, Chase those likes, lose sight of nature, Chase that status, lose that sabr, Then cry when the mirror shows stranger. [Cadence switch - tighter] I’m in the booth with a truth injection, Kick-snare sermon, heart correction, Every bar got self-inspection, Death as the guide, not just the ending. [Final] Best of warners, not for fear alone, But to steer man back to the sacred zone, Where the poor man’s tears and the king man’s throne Both dissolve when the soul goes home.