Blood in my Champagne

 

 

(EXTEND FINAL PART 4 ADDED) This was written in 4 part over February and March 2025

BLOOD IN MY CHAMPAGNE -

Yeah, step back, Nah, step forward, chin up, take that. I ain't here for the handshake chat, I'm here for the matchstick scratch, The backstreet rats, The black-tar facts that they never dispatch.

 

Yeah, watch me carve my name in the side of a church, Spitting like a gutter when the heavens all burst, Lip-split venom, ink-stained denim, Mad dog grin with a backstreet emblem.

 

All of these bastards flash their teeth, Talk like kings, but their crowns ain't cheap, All that silk just hides the rot in em Gold-plated teeth where the worms still feast.

 

Yeah, yeah, I hear the chat, Big-boy flex but your spine stay cracked, Money so long but your soul stay trapped, Penthouse view but your heart’s pitch-black.

 

Gimme that pen, let me spit pure venom, Words hit sharp like a switchblade lesson, I ain't in the mood for a soft-boy session, I talk like war and I walk like a weapon.

 

Yeah, life gave pain, so I sip champagne Till my teeth turn black and my fists feel sane, Gutter-born son with a Godless name, Danced on the edge and I ain't feel shame.

 

Yeah, I see them all lurking, Fangs in the flesh of the broke and the burdened, Talk about power like they earned it,

What a joke, But they just stole from the kids and the nurses, got fresh rhymes and tight title verses.

 

Yeah you know, I been low, I been drunk on the floor of a high-rise window, I been lost in a room full of eyes like gun barrels, Hand on the bottle like it's holding my halo, no pray no, lets let go.

 

But I ain't done yet, I ain't laid flat, I ain't cashed out, I ain't played that, I ain't one for the quiet or tame acts, I spit like a riot in a tin-can train track wreck,what more could you expect.

 

Yeah, let the world burn, Let the sky split, Let the flames turn every glass house sick, Let the wolves come, I don't fear their tricks, I'm the one that taught them how to lick their lips.

 

So pour me a glass, Pour me a casket, Pour me the ashes of every fake bastard, Every backstabber, every fraud with a mask, I'll sip that slow, let the poison last.

 

Yeah, yeah, step back, Nah, step forward, chin up, take that. I ain't here for the handshake chat, I'm here for the matchstick scratch, The backstreet rats, The black-tar facts that they never dispatch, what can I say I still got blood in my champagne and a grinny tic tac.

 

BLOOD IN THE CHAMPAGNE (second part )

 

Yeah, I hear that, I smell the smoke,

Ain't no peace when the leash still chokes, bars like a white horned goat,

They print their lies, they sell their quotes,

But I read between every crack in the roads.

 

Yeah, you sip that venom, I sip mine neat, let's go

Lies on the lips but they kiss my feet,

They built their walls, they stack their fleets,

But a real revolution don’t tweet tweet, it bleeds.

 

See, I was raised where the streetlights stutter,

Mouth full of dust, bare hands bleeding knuckles in the gutter,

Fed on the echoes of every lost brother, eyes of another crying mother,

Now I carve their names in the bones of the structure.

 

And they wanna talk power? Let’s talk theft,

Let’s talk hands in the pockets of the dying and the deaf,

Let’s talk leaders that drink till there’s nothing left,

Then lick the glass clean while they grin at our deaths.

 

Nah, I ain't got patience, I ain't got time,

I ain't got love for a snake in a tie,

I ain't got space in my chest for a lie,

So I stitch my heart shut and I sharpen my mind.

 

I been low, I been high,

I been down where the devils all barter their sight,

I been up where the saints got a price on their light,

Now I stand with my sins and I set ‘em alight.

 

So pour me a glass, pour me a promise,

Pour me the truth from the depths of the dishonest,

I sip that slow, yeah, let the world watch it,

Blood in my champagne, toast to the carnage.

 

BLOOD IN THE CHAMPAGNE ( Third Part)

 

Yeah, yeah, blood in my champagne, sippin’ on pain,

Cottonmouth fiends got their tongues in the drain,

Licking windows, eyes dead in the rain,

Moving stash just to live, what’s the price on a name? Yeah pain .

 

Fat rats act like cats, diggin’ in the yards for scratch,

Diggin’ up bones of the past while the people just sit in the dark,

Politicians think they kings but they dont all play their parts,

Got this city on lockdown, padlocked hearts now, while love fall they forgot now.

 

Don’t mess with me or you’ll see,

I don’t just spit venom, I’m pure anarchy,

No time for whispers, no time for silly malarkey,

Two shots—bang! And you buried in a field or down town parky.

 

Crosshair sniper in a tree? Nah that's not me.

Hidden in clear sight, I’m a shadow in the dark night heat, I'm quick on my feet,

Kung fu warrior, I know how to fight,

Not like Sally, bitch, I don’t bark—I straight up bite.

 

Yeah, when I was young, I would mutter,

Gutter-born kid, ate dry bread—no butter, no stutter just words in my head,

Now I sit back, watch the world burn slow,

What the fuck can I say? I reap what I sow.

 

Getting laid every way in the middle of the day,

Stacking bricks, flipping keys, made a way,

While the weak still pray, hands out, empty plates,

While the sharks cut deals in the halls of the state.

 

Step back—politicians never learning, cold world turning

Wait ‘til this motherfuckin’ system start burning,

Don’t come running when your world stops turning,

Like a fake player, empty prayer or Missie in a turban

 

Yeah, yeah, I see them fiends still crawling, players be ballin

Teeth rot black, souls all fallen,

Selling their breath for a dime on the corner,

Chasing that high like a priest with an order.

 

What’s the struggle when you fight to survive?

Day to day, can you make it alive?

Blood in my champagne, death in my eyes,

If I see tomorrow, then I call it a prize.

 

Yeah, yeah, blood in my glass,

Pour out the truth, let it burn, let it last,

Let the world rot, let the sky split,

Let the wolves come—I ain’t scared of shit.

 

BLOOD IN MY CHAMPAGNE (FINAL)

 

Still Me and i Came from the gutter, yeah, deep in the mud, No love, no luck, just fists and blood, Broke that chain, made my own way, Now they watch me rise while their world decays,

 

no suprise.

 

Ain’t ‘bout where you from, it’s ‘bout what you take, Fuck a closed door, I’ll break that gate, Street-born soldier, heart so cold, Middle fingers up, let the story unfold.

 

Smoke cheeva, roll another fat one, World’s gone mad, might as well have fun, Every man got a price, what’s yours, son? Me? I keep mine, I don’t run,

 

Yeah, yeah, I see the rats still schemin’, Piggies still creepin’, snakes still feenin’, I keep my blade sharp, words stay flirty, Ain’t no love in the land of the dirty and thirsty.

 

Naaaa Naaa Naaaa

 

Rise above? Fuck it, burn it all down, Torch to the system, blaze every fucking town, They push, we shove, they talk, we drown, No throne too high to get knocked the fuck down.

 

Yeah, yeah, they wanna shut us up, Fill our heads with lies, shit stinks and attracts them flies, we breaking those chains, time to look with your eyes, Pour out the truth, make ‘em sip it all up, if you don't you gonna be shit out of luck.

 

So stand up, fuck fear, fuck fate, Ain’t no man gonna lock the gate, Ain’t no king, ain't no law, no hate, paid my dews, and this worlds to take.

 

Yeah, yeah, last round, last sin, last down.

Pour me a drink, let the games begin, big grin no frown,let's get down.

 

I like my girls like I like my life,

Wild as hell with a touch of strife.

Down under, right dirty, word to the wise,

I lick ‘em up slick, watch the fire in their eyes,

Pick up lines? Nah, just pick up legs,

They here for a night, they ain’t here to beg.

 

Stick up—this ain't no robbery.

Hands up high while lips stick and gobble me, Wobble please, yeah, tease me slow,

Spice in the breeze, on her knees, let’s go.

 

Veronica, Sandy, don’t matter the name,

Long as she game, we play the same,

Slam me down like a poetry battle,

Damn right, revision, slam night position,

No intermission, pure ambition,

Next day still wet and wishing.

Ain’t no rules, just break that bed,

in her head.

 

Laugh at the law, let ‘em count the dead,

Yeah, yeah, I live life free,

Ain’t no government controlling me, eyes see. Middle finger to the piggies as they go wee wee .

 

Smoke up, sip slow, world stay burning, let's go,

They preach control, but I ain’t concerned with No king, no leash, no goddamn master, Just me, my sins, and a heart that beats faster,

Call me disaster.

 

So let’s toast to the ones who never bowed,

To the freaks, the rebels, the lost and found,

Ain’t no chains that can hold us down, souls that wanna get down,

Blood in my champagne, let’s burn this town to the ground.