Spit Teeth
rap, Ferocious rap-metal hybrid: down-tuned, palm-muted riffs over a relentless breakbeat, side-chained bass growl, and sharp DJ cuts. Verses ride tight, double-time hip-hop cadences with surgical stops; choruses explode into layered guttural screams and octave guitars. Mid-song breakdown drags tempo into half-time with gang chants, feedback swells, and brutal stabs, then whiplashes back to full-speed chaos. Male vocals, dry and upfront, with distorted scream doubles on key words., slow, hip-hop, metal, breakbeat, scratch
Spit Teeth
rap, Ferocious rap-metal hybrid: down-tuned, palm-muted riffs over a relentless breakbeat, side-chained bass growl, and sharp DJ cuts. Verses ride tight, double-time hip-hop cadences with surgical stops; choruses explode into layered guttural screams and octave guitars. Mid-song breakdown drags tempo into half-time with gang chants, feedback swells, and brutal stabs, then whiplashes back to full-speed chaos. Male vocals, dry and upfront, with distorted scream doubles on key words., slow, hip-hop, metal, breakbeat, scratch
Lyrics
Intro
Mouth full of rust
Knuckles of stone
I walk in the room
Turn spine into smoke
Verse 1
Jaw locked
Heart like barbed wire
Teeth grit gravel
Boot prints in the fire
Snap back
Headshot to the past tense
I make the floor quake
Every step is a sentence
Breath tastes blood
From the battles I swallow
I don’t chase trends
I make ‘em all follow
Steel in my lungs
Spit shrapnel and glass
Every bar’s brass knuckles
Breaking the mask
Chorus
Spit teeth, spit teeth
’Til the concrete drinks me
Rip screams from the deep
Let the whole world see
If it bleeds, if it breathes
It can’t ever break me
Spit teeth, spit teeth
I chew through the cage, set free
Verse 2
Eyes like sirens
Red flash on your ego
I turn saints into sinners
In a free-throw
No halo
Just scars and a hood up
Every scar’s scripture
You can read what I stood up
Talk big online
Go silent in person
I drag your fake crown
Through the dirt, make it worsen
Boot on the doubt
Turn pressure to a promise
I’m the voice in your head
You can’t silence, be honest
Chorus
Breakdown
tempo drops, guitars hit half-time
Head down
Hands up
[gang shouts] Hands up!
Head down
Stand up
[gang shouts] Stand up!
Bite down
On hate
[gang shouts] On hate!
We won’t
Die tame
[gang shouts] Die ta—!
DJ scratch solo
Bridge
Crowd roar rising
Like a bomb in the basement
Every throat raw
Every fear on the pavement
If you came here quiet
You’re leaving unchained
We baptize doubt
In the wreckage and flames
Chorus