NOTHING LEFT
Hardcore trap rap with dark aggressive energy. Heavy 808 bass, punchy kick, rapid hi-hats, sharp snares, and eerie atmospheric synths. Male rap vocal, deep and gritty, raw delivery with fluid but hard-hitting flow. Tone is confrontational, powerful, and unfiltered, with underground intensity. Crude, rhythmic, and cinematic, designed for street energy and anthemic hooks.
NOTHING LEFT
Hardcore trap rap with dark aggressive energy. Heavy 808 bass, punchy kick, rapid hi-hats, sharp snares, and eerie atmospheric synths. Male rap vocal, deep and gritty, raw delivery with fluid but hard-hitting flow. Tone is confrontational, powerful, and unfiltered, with underground intensity. Crude, rhythmic, and cinematic, designed for street energy and anthemic hooks.
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah…
Welcome to the jungle made of steel and stone,
a concrete coffin we all call home.
Verse 1
Welcome to this world all covered in cement,
automatons marching, broken, bent.
TV screens feeding lies on repeat,
cartoons of control played out on the street.
This is the land where my people decay,
a stupid war, killing ourselves every day.
I see you fighting, screaming “peace” in vain,
but the voice of truth is buried by the chains.
I spit ‘cause I must, I bleed if I’m hushed,
better die for a cause than live in the dust.
Justice or nothing, my stomach’s sick,
living for the lie makes me nauseous quick.
Hook
On this planet, nothing left to do,
happy endings? — they don’t come true.
On this planet, nothing left to do,
nothing to do, nothing to do.
Money talks, it’s the law of the land,
paper gods ruling over man.
On this planet, nothing left to do,
nothing to do, nothing to do.
Verse 2
Banks got the globe in a chokehold tight,
and even without it, it don’t feel right.
They whisper of fraud, of shadow games,
don’t trust the food, don’t trust the names.
People blind, spending for the show,
consumed by abuse while the numbers grow.
If it’s all confusion, then break it down,
but the system’s a circus and we’re the clowns.
President’s smile, deception dressed clean,
corruption behind the TV screen.
Twisted laws, profession betrayed,
shocking — but they call it “ok.”
Hook
On this planet, nothing left to do,
happy endings? — they don’t come true.
On this planet, nothing left to do,
nothing to do, nothing to do.
Verse 3
Slaves to the money, no soul, no crown,
paper weighs more than a man torn down.
Spin around while the rich indulge,
we sink deeper as they fill their bulge.
Truth’s a ghost, power’s a fraud,
global control with invisible gods.
The vote means nothing, the face is masked,
the real rulers hide, their shadows last.
Enough’s enough, time to rise,
the little strength left is the final prize.
Change don’t come if we sit and pray,
it comes when the streets all march one way.
Bridge
Forget your envy, form the line,
don’t trust the media, they twist the sign.
My words are weapons, cut like knives,
thought is stronger than the matter of lives.
No wealth, no poverty — just pride,
real men walk with their heads held high.
Joy in the present, no fraud on the throne,
no mafia smile when the truth is shown.
Verse 4
It’s monstrous, glass screens deceive,
the truth distorted so you believe.
Mockery burns, I won’t step back,
I’ll scream till the world gets back on track.
Something remains — we still can fight,
each one of us holds a spark of light.
Expose your thoughts, let your fire ignite,
be loud, be raw — set the system alight.
Hook/Outro
On this planet, nothing left to do,
happy endings? — they don’t come true.
On this planet, nothing left to do,
nothing to do, nothing to do.
Money talks, it’s the law of the land,
paper gods ruling over man.
On this planet, nothing left to do…
unless the fire in us breaks through.