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2 Hard 2 Bury
10
Artist:Mos85
Duration:2:44
Tags:Style: Dark street drill rap,147–150 BPM,raw gangster energy,aggressive but controlled,modern underground sound,minimal and heavy
Drums: Hard punchy kick,sharp dry snare/clap,fast hi-hat rolls and triplets,tight drill bounce,crisp percussion
Bass: Deep sliding 808 sub bass,long glides,heavy sustained low end,strong headphone impact
Melody: Cold piano stabs,low cello or string drones,eerie synth layer,subtle choir texture,sparse ambient pads,spacious arrangement
Voice: Male deep baritone,dominant,gritty,clear articulation,hard drill cadence,minimal effects,vocal loud and upfront
Hook: Short chant-style,confrontational,memorable,dark melodic lift
Overall: Cold,menacing,pressure-heavy,fearless,street,war-ready,raw but clean studio mix,voice above beat
Verse 1 Life ain’t got shit on me, look what it did to me Sent to hell twice, both times couldn’t finish me Death came close, sat down, talked slick to me I looked back once — wrong door, you ain’t gettin’ me Two rounds deep, still ten toes, no sympathy Cold in the face, core strong, that’s divinity You talk hard online, that ain’t grit to me Scars got stories — that’s real ability Whole roof cave in, I don’t fold, I adapt with it Rest break down, I go one more lap with it You call that pain? I call that maintenance Built in the fire, now the flame can’t take shit Hands stay low, but the code stay wicked Mind too sharp, every move stay scripted You get one shot, I get right back with it You throw one punch, I throw life back in it Hook Too hard to bury, too mean to drop Life swung first, I still ain’t stop You get hit once, then your whole lane lock Don’t fuck with me — I’m still on top Too hard to bury, too cold to crack You fold real quick, I come right back Stand in my way, get sent right back Wrong one, motherfucker — know that Verse 2 Came from blocks where the rent ate dinner Law look blind and the wolves got bigger Fake get loud and the real get bitter One bad move put your face on a picture Still stayed ten, still no collapse Still no rat shit, still no cap You talk all war, but your knees go flat When the bassline hit and the steel go clap No soft talk, I don’t need your blessing No fake love, I don’t read them messages Seen whole crews go weak from pressure I took that load and got meaner, better Middle finger high like fuck your badge Fuck your chain, your rank, your rag I don’t bend knee, I don’t ask for quarter I move like a riot in all black armor Hook Too hard to bury, too mean to drop Life swung first, I still ain’t stop You get hit once, then your whole lane lock Don’t fuck with me — I’m still on top Too hard to bury, too cold to crack You fold real quick, I come right back Stand in my way, get sent right back Wrong one, motherfucker — know that Verse 3 Seen white lights, cold rooms, dead air Bad news dropped — still stood right there Most men melt when the edge get near I stared straight back like not this year It came up close, tried talking slick Like come with me — I said suck my dick Got work still stacked, got roads to rip Got too much left to let go this quick I’m the type that the weak don’t test Don’t need luck, don’t need rest I choose the point, then I press that chest You chose the lane, now you live that mess So when I walk big, let me walk that proper I earned this bark, this breath, this posture You all play thug, I outlast monsters Don’t fuck with me — I’m what came after Hook Too hard to bury, too mean to drop Life swung first, I still ain’t stop You get hit once, then your whole lane lock Don’t fuck with me — I’m still on top Too hard to bury, too cold to crack You fold real quick, I come right back Stand in my way, get sent right back Wrong one, motherfucker — know that