TAKENOPRISONERS.
Nov 1, 2026
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Video Summary
AI GeneratedThis high-energy lyrical piece transitions from an anthem of athletic determination and resilience to a dark, surreal exploration of madness, death, and occult imagery. It juxtaposes the drive to be the \"last one standing\" in a physical arena with a descent into a psychological and supernatural nightmare.
There's an S, no second chances
You're the force bringing through the masses
No regrets, no looking back
You are the one to end the final attacks
Who is right? Know who you are, know your worth
Know why you stand, why you fight on this earth
No retreat, no running away
The arena's calling, this is your day
We're the storm, unleash the thunder
We fight, endure the pain
Make them remember
You're destined to be the last one standing
Stay hunger, never let them drag you under
Your rhythms like you hunger
You're rising, you're the last one standing
Two fists clenched, burning bright
Stepping into the ring, ready to fight
The crowd roars, the battle's begun
This is the reckoning, the one to be won
Push your limits, break the chains
The echoes of victory running through your veins
No fear, no holding back
This is your story, rewrite the track
We're the storm, unleash the thunder
We fight, endure the pain
Make them remember
You're destined to be the last one standing
Fire, feed the hunger
Never let them drag you under
Your rhythms like you hunger
You're rising, you're the last one standing
In the storm of the world to bear
No surrender, no despair
You're the best, don't worry, it's called
Stand tall, this is your brawl
We're the storm, unleash the thunder
We fight, endure the pain
Make them remember
You're destined to be the last one standing
We throw the fire, feed the hunger
Never let them drag you under
Your rhythms like you hunger
You're rising, you're the last one standing
Three, two, one, now's your time
We fight, endure the pain
Make them remember
The best, no regrets
You're the last one standing
I can see the plague, you're going down
Spirits calling me a dead of blood to bat for men
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
I'm maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
Spirits calling me a dead of blood to bat for men
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
I'm maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
I'm an outlaw, confidently pussy rapper
This your downfall, smoke up in the barrel
Dust them off, the bullets bounce off
Hands up in your pocket, shake them down
My bullies count off
I heard you're folding under pressure
He gon' mouth talk
I keep my guard up till the bullets flash
Buddy batty, fully packed
The gun double stacked till the skelly crashed
40 track, I'm in the bin together
I could pass it over when I spit it past
Got 40 for the pop avenue, got shot for it
I'ma get them back, yeah, yeah
Spirits calling me a dead of blood to bat for men
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
Spirits calling me a dead of blood to bat for men
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
So glorious, these gory dreams
Every single day when I go to sleep
Every single night when I grow new teeth
Grab a snow white, throw it, bring it close to me
Getting groceries, I'm dead but I still haven't died
I'm alive so I know I'm supposed to feed the ghost of me
The nose to eat, a host of needs, I chose to plead
But I'm giving it to the black bitch
Four limbs, I tore off her back
Bitch in a coffin with a mac dress
But she wasn't even that thick
Clap, clapped it, then I turned it to a bag
Quick, bitch, I'm a death magician
Right around town with the local mortician
When the party go like abracadabra
Say I'll fly you to the moon but I bet you he hasn't
Six white lines down like it's Abbey Road
Got me crossing to the other side
Like, where'd he even go?
Got a coven out in Russia, Russian tally-ho
No happy odes, I saw him decompose
And rot in valley smoke
Spirits calling me a dead of blood to bat for men
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
Got me laughing maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
Spirits calling me a dead of blood to bat for men
I feel it creeping through the hole in the window
Maniacally on the seventh day
I sold it all and I got nobody to blame
They said I could
Sold me brick if I'm strong
Sold me brick

