{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Audius","provider_url":"https://audius.co","title":"Doom Nightmare Retold by 👷‍🎶Excavationpro🧡🚧 • Audius","description":"Thank you for likes, shares, tips, comments and your support! \n\nTop Supporter songs added to Shout Out Playlist: https://audius.co/Excavationpro/playlist/top-supporter-playlist\n\n🎵 Own a piece of my music! Invest in my song shares on Sonar Muse and join my creative journey.\n\nBorn in the belly of the beast where the sirens scream,\nConcrete cradle, every shadow’s a silent dream.\nCrown heavy like the debt that the sky owes the dawn,\nChessboard streets kings move, but pawns get drawn.\nI hustle with the hunger of a lion in the rain,\nMuscle through the pain, turn the fire into flame.\nMic gripped like a weapon, spit truths, no pretendin’,\nBiggie’s flow in my veins, Pac’s heart on my pendant.\n\nI’m the ghost of Pac scribin’ letters to the West,\nBiggie’s smirk in the mirror, “Baby, I’m the best.”\nEchoes in the Bronx, where the broken souls align,\nLegends never die we just live in the rhyme.\nBulletproof lines, immortal in the booth,\nTwo decades gone, but the world still feels the truth.\nCrown me in the chaos, let the skeptics debate,\nI’m the king of the fallen, but the throne’s still my fate.\n\nEvery rhyme’s a war cry, every bar’s a grenade,\nWalk through the valley where the angels trade blades.\nThey said, “Aim for the stars,” but I’m clawin’ from the mud,\nBlood on my verses, turn a sermon into thug.\nThe spotlight’s a sniper duck low, stay legit,\nFame’s a fickle flame, but my name’s infinite.\nI martyr my privacy, cashin’ checks with my soul,\nThe streets keep my legacy, platinum over gold.\n\nI’m the ghost of Pac scribin’ letters to the West,\nBiggie’s smirk in the mirror, “Baby, I’m the best.”\nEchoes in the Bronx, where the broken souls align,\nLegends never die we just live in the rhyme.\nBulletproof lines, immortal in the booth,\nTwo decades gone, but the world still feels the truth.\nCrown me in the chaos, let the skeptics debate,\nI’m the king of the fallen, but the throne’s still my fate.\n\nYou claim the crown? Then bleed for it, breathe for it,\nKneel in the trenches where the gods don’t retreat.\nWhat’s a throne without scars? A stage without stakes?\nWe’re the poets of the pavement our souls on the plate. #lyrics","html":"<iframe src=\"https://audius.co/embed/track/5OlPZrJ?flavor=card\" width=\"100%\" height=\"480\" allow=\"encrypted-media\" style=\"border: none;\"></iframe>","width":500,"height":480,"thumbnail_url":"https://audius-content-2.figment.io/content/01JV8A1M0P4FYCEQWDYXDDV3RQ/480x480.jpg","thumbnail_width":480,"thumbnail_height":480,"author_name":"👷‍🎶Excavationpro🧡🚧","author_url":"https://audius.co/Excavationpro","cache_age":3600}