ACC3 - New Year, New Riot! (Solo) (Prod. ACC3 FM®)
Aggressive rap-rock track fusing distorted guitars, pounding industrial drums, and layered synth textures. Verses deliver forceful rap over syncopated hip-hop beats; choruses burst with full-throttle rock instrumentation and shouted group vocals. Breakdowns highlight mechanical samples and bass-heavy grooves.
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ACC3 - New Year, New Riot! (Solo) (Prod. ACC3 FM®)
Aggressive rap-rock track fusing distorted guitars, pounding industrial drums, and layered synth textures. Verses deliver forceful rap over syncopated hip-hop beats; choruses burst with full-throttle rock instrumentation and shouted group vocals. Breakdowns highlight mechanical samples and bass-heavy grooves.
Creator: ACC3 FM®Release Date: December 30, 2025
Lyrics
ACC3 — New Year, New Riot! (Solo)
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[Verse 1]
Clock hits zero, bottle cracks, city holds its breath,
Old lies in the gutter, fireworks like threats.
I don’t do resolutions, I do ignition,
Strike the match on the past, spark a new collision.
Toast to the broken, to the ones still loud,
I wear the noise like armor, I don’t bow to the crowd.
Same scars, new hunger, sharper teeth tonight,
New year, same war—yeah, we riot to ignite.
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[Hook]
New year, new riot—hands up, fists tight!
Break the silence, light the fuse, bite down, fight!
New year, new riot—no kings, no diet,
Burn the script, start again—new year, new riot!
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[Verse 2]
I drag last year behind me, chain snaps mid-stride,
If hope’s a crime, then book me—I plead alive.
Bills still scream, but my voice screams louder,
Turn pressure into diamonds, grind the doubt to powder.
They sell dreams wholesale, I flip the table,
Truth tastes better raw, unplug the cable.
Midnight riots in my chest, hear the siren choir,
If the world won’t change—fine, I’ll set it on fire.
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[Hook]
New year, new riot—hands up, fists tight!
Break the silence, light the fuse, bite down, fight!
New year, new riot—no kings, no diet,
Burn the script, start again—new year, new riot!
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[Verse 3 — Russian drops]
С Новым годом? Нет — с новой болью,
Мы не молчим, мы ломаем роли.
Город врёт, но я вижу насквозь,
Правда горчит, как холодный гвоздь.
Не прошу прощенья — беру своё,
Этот шум — моё знамя, моё ружьё.
Если завтра не светит — мы свет зажжём,
Новый год, новый бунт — переживём.
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[Verse 4]
I’m done playing nice for a seat at the table,
I flip it, stand on it—unlabeled, unstable.
My calendar’s bullets, my planner’s a plan,
Write goals in gasoline, strike them with hands.
They want compliance, I want a chorus of boots,
Stomp the lie out the room, tell the truth in the roots.
No saviors inbound, so I save myself,
Load the amp with my spine, let it scream for my health.
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[Hook]
New year, new riot—hands up, fists tight!
Break the silence, light the fuse, bite down, fight!
New year, new riot—no kings, no diet,
Burn the script, start again—new year, new riot!
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[Verse 5 — Russian drops]
Мы выросли в шуме, нам тишина — враг,
Кто боится огня, тот останется в снах.
Не верю в «потом», только здесь и сейчас,
Если путь закрыт — мы проломим фасад.
Не герой и не жертва — я искра в пыли,
Пусть дрожит потолок, когда мы пошли.
Новый отсчёт, новый крик, новый шанс,
Этот год не простит — значит, я не сдамся.
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[Verse 6]
Six strings scream while the kick drum riots,
I bleed in tempo, spit sparks in my eyelids.
No clean slate—just a sharper blade,
Carve a future out the mess that they made.
Raise the glass to the storm we invite,
If peace won’t listen, we’ll teach it to fight.
Midnight’s over—don’t mute the noise,
New year, new riot—this is my choice.
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[Outro — chanted]
New year! New riot!
Hands up! Fists tight!
Break it—build it—burn it—ignite!
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[Verse 1]
Clock hits zero, bottle cracks, city holds its breath,
Old lies in the gutter, fireworks like threats.
I don’t do resolutions, I do ignition,
Strike the match on the past, spark a new collision.
Toast to the broken, to the ones still loud,
I wear the noise like armor, I don’t bow to the crowd.
Same scars, new hunger, sharper teeth tonight,
New year, same war—yeah, we riot to ignite.
---
[Hook]
New year, new riot—hands up, fists tight!
Break the silence, light the fuse, bite down, fight!
New year, new riot—no kings, no diet,
Burn the script, start again—new year, new riot!
---
[Verse 2]
I drag last year behind me, chain snaps mid-stride,
If hope’s a crime, then book me—I plead alive.
Bills still scream, but my voice screams louder,
Turn pressure into diamonds, grind the doubt to powder.
They sell dreams wholesale, I flip the table,
Truth tastes better raw, unplug the cable.
Midnight riots in my chest, hear the siren choir,
If the world won’t change—fine, I’ll set it on fire.
---
[Hook]
New year, new riot—hands up, fists tight!
Break the silence, light the fuse, bite down, fight!
New year, new riot—no kings, no diet,
Burn the script, start again—new year, new riot!
---
[Verse 3 — Russian drops]
С Новым годом? Нет — с новой болью,
Мы не молчим, мы ломаем роли.
Город врёт, но я вижу насквозь,
Правда горчит, как холодный гвоздь.
Не прошу прощенья — беру своё,
Этот шум — моё знамя, моё ружьё.
Если завтра не светит — мы свет зажжём,
Новый год, новый бунт — переживём.
---
[Verse 4]
I’m done playing nice for a seat at the table,
I flip it, stand on it—unlabeled, unstable.
My calendar’s bullets, my planner’s a plan,
Write goals in gasoline, strike them with hands.
They want compliance, I want a chorus of boots,
Stomp the lie out the room, tell the truth in the roots.
No saviors inbound, so I save myself,
Load the amp with my spine, let it scream for my health.
---
[Hook]
New year, new riot—hands up, fists tight!
Break the silence, light the fuse, bite down, fight!
New year, new riot—no kings, no diet,
Burn the script, start again—new year, new riot!
---
[Verse 5 — Russian drops]
Мы выросли в шуме, нам тишина — враг,
Кто боится огня, тот останется в снах.
Не верю в «потом», только здесь и сейчас,
Если путь закрыт — мы проломим фасад.
Не герой и не жертва — я искра в пыли,
Пусть дрожит потолок, когда мы пошли.
Новый отсчёт, новый крик, новый шанс,
Этот год не простит — значит, я не сдамся.
---
[Verse 6]
Six strings scream while the kick drum riots,
I bleed in tempo, spit sparks in my eyelids.
No clean slate—just a sharper blade,
Carve a future out the mess that they made.
Raise the glass to the storm we invite,
If peace won’t listen, we’ll teach it to fight.
Midnight’s over—don’t mute the noise,
New year, new riot—this is my choice.
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[Outro — chanted]
New year! New riot!
Hands up! Fists tight!
Break it—build it—burn it—ignite!
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