Slovak Mafia Rules
old school hip hop, sharp snares, raw beats, male vocals; heavy drum loops, male vocals, gritty basslines, hip hop, and minimal melodic elements for a rugged, old-school hip-hop, rap, underground vibe, hard-hitting
AwakenedDávid . 45 .·2:07
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Slovak Mafia Rules
old school hip hop, sharp snares, raw beats, male vocals; heavy drum loops, male vocals, gritty basslines, hip hop, and minimal melodic elements for a rugged, old-school hip-hop, rap, underground vibe, hard-hitting
Creator: AwakenedDávid . 45 .Release Date: October 30, 2025
Lyrics
[Verse]
Slovak mafia, shadows on the throne
Robbin’ every pocket, takin’ every home
Kings in the east, but the crown’s made of chrome
Smoke in the alley, the streets carved in stone
Promises cheap, but the cost ain’t light
Feastin’ on the weak, disappear in the night
Politicians dance, puppets on a string
While the poor man wonders, what tomorrow brings
[Chorus]
They rule, they rob, they scheme, they plot
You already know where it all gets caught
East side stories, no fairy tale twist
Slovak mafia, can’t escape the fist
[Verse 2]
Steel doors slam, echoes in the dark
Power built on fear, no light, no spark
Every handshake’s a deal, every word a trap
Fingers on the map, redrawin’ the gap
Villages silent, but the tension loud
Dreams sold cheap, buried under a shroud
The east is burnin’, but the west don’t care
Coins flip faster than the morning air
[Bridge]
What’s the price of trust, when it’s sold in a grin?
What’s the cost of freedom, when the rules always win?
Cards stacked crooked, dice never fair
Slovak mafia’s eyes, always everywhere
Slovak mafia, shadows on the throne
Robbin’ every pocket, takin’ every home
Kings in the east, but the crown’s made of chrome
Smoke in the alley, the streets carved in stone
Promises cheap, but the cost ain’t light
Feastin’ on the weak, disappear in the night
Politicians dance, puppets on a string
While the poor man wonders, what tomorrow brings
[Chorus]
They rule, they rob, they scheme, they plot
You already know where it all gets caught
East side stories, no fairy tale twist
Slovak mafia, can’t escape the fist
[Verse 2]
Steel doors slam, echoes in the dark
Power built on fear, no light, no spark
Every handshake’s a deal, every word a trap
Fingers on the map, redrawin’ the gap
Villages silent, but the tension loud
Dreams sold cheap, buried under a shroud
The east is burnin’, but the west don’t care
Coins flip faster than the morning air
[Bridge]
What’s the price of trust, when it’s sold in a grin?
What’s the cost of freedom, when the rules always win?
Cards stacked crooked, dice never fair
Slovak mafia’s eyes, always everywhere