SMOL

  • Id:

    6e6050526418075bda4fdd372dcf3de7c33c0c656d6984886f6f331e0f4d591d
    safe

  • Prompt:

    Absolutely — here’s your full and final refined song prompt for a SuicideBoys-style track, cold and quick, with $crim delivery, a 2-1 punchy structure, and lyrics that actually make sense while staying true to the detached, ghostlike energy. It’s built to hit hard but never scream — think shadow moves, not rage swings. ⸻ 🧊 Song Prompt: “Ghost Grip” Genre: Phonk / Trap Metal / Dark Ambient Influence: $uicideBoy$, Bones, Night Lovell Delivery: Cold, emotionless, fast — $crim-style Cadence Structure: 2 syllables (hyphenated) + 1 syllable Goal: Create a song that feels like a hitman diary — sharp, staccato, distant, meaningful. ⸻ 🎧 Sound Design: • Tempo: 140–144 BPM • Drums: Tight trap hats + fast snaps, crunchy snares with hall reverb • Bass: Deep gliding 808s, rumbling sub pressure • Melodics: • Hollow piano loop • Distant choir pads or reversed synths • Glitchy FX or vinyl hiss in background ⸻ 🖋️ Lyrical Style: • No yelling, no chaos — just focus and force • Built around 2-1 staccato bars: hyphenated two-syllable phrase, then 1-syllable end-word • Period after each two-syllable to enforce rhythm and control • Lyrics are symbolic but make sense: cold decisions, distance from the past, movement through shadow ⸻ 🧊 Example 2-1 Verse: Dead-lock. Step. Cut ties. Left. Smoke-trace. Breathe. No past. Grieve. Ghost-pass. Seen. Glide clean. Mean. Grave-tint. Eyes. No sleep. Rise. Steel-lace. Glove. Cold grip. Shove. Black-march. Walk. Hear none. Talk. Dry-blood. Wipe. Done deals. Type. No-fear. Live. Cut deep. Give. ⸻ 🔁 Bridge (Slower, Echoey): Ice-burn. Chest. No light. Guess. Dead-weight. Lift. Cold world. Gift. ⸻ 🔄 Hook Option (4-line loop): Ghost grip on my fate, I don’t fold, I don’t beg. Dead air in my lungs, but I breathe what I left. Don’t flinch when it cracks, I been frost since the wreck. Came up through the dark, still a king, I’m a threat. ⸻ 📼 Visual Concept: • Black and white slow-motion driving footage • Cold city skyline, steam rising from vents • Hooded figure walking alleyways in winter • Shots flicker like CCTV or film reel burn • Cover art: fogged mirror with a gloved handprint ⸻

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    Ghost Grip

  • Description:

    The image features a person with long, dark hair, wearing a black jacket and a necklace. They are standing in front of a backdrop of a city skyline, giving off a mysterious and enigmatic vibe. The person appears to be the main focus of the image, with the cityscape serving as a striking and dramatic backdrop.

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Ghost Grip
Tags: Phonk, Trap Metal, Dark Ambient

[Verse 1]
Dead-grin. Fade.
Dust-path. Laid.
Steel-soul. Cold.
Grip tight. Hold.

Wrist-lock. Snap.
Past-life. Trap.
Dark-lens. View.
No trust. Few.

Fog-slip. Run.
Chalk-line. Done.
No-word. Vow.
Don't ask. How.

[Verse 2]
Black-ink. Drip.
Red-mark. Slip.
Chain-mail. Skin.
Don’t let. In.

No-light. See.
Grey-time. Be.
Ice-step. Float.
Dead-eye. Gloat.

Knife-work. Neat.
Two-shot. Beat.
Flat-tone. Talk.
No soul. Walk.

[Bridge]
Ash-rain. Burn.
Low hum. Turn.
No end. Drift.
Night’s debt. Gift.

[Hook]
Ghost grip on my fate, I don’t fold, I don’t beg.
Dead air in my lungs, but I breathe what I left.
Don’t flinch when it cracks, I been frost since the wreck.
Came up through the dark, still a king, I’m a threat.

[Outro]
Smoke-trail. Gone.
Sharp-edge. Dawn.
Dead-hold. Live.
Cold world. Give.

[End]