HOOK
Moonshine muzzleflash, light the pines when the hammer crash,
Jar glow in my grasp, backwoods breath when the spirits splash,
Cannon kick, thunderclap, echo runnin’ the timber path,
Bandit blood, never slack, Crow‑engine heart in a smokin’ blast.
VERSE 1
Moonlit rope on the branch, that’s tension,
Boots on gravel, that’s Crow ascension,
Jar full shine like a ghost’s intention,
Flash so bright make the whole ridge flinchin’.
Pine‑sap scent when the shells eject,
808 boom like a debt collect,
Rival in the dark tryna interject —
I split his whole cadence with a dialect check.
Smoke curl up like a sermon chant,
Backwoods priest with a steel‑toe stance,
Every bar forged like a moonlit lance,
Every step echo like a warpath dance.
HOOK
Moonshine muzzleflash, light the pines when the hammer crash,
Jar glow in my grasp, backwoods breath when the spirits splash,
Cannon kick, thunderclap, echo runnin’ the timber path,
Bandit blood, never slack, Crow‑engine heart in a smokin’ blast.
VERSE 2
Shine jar clink like a ritual bell,
Flash paint shadows on the shotgun shells,
Crow in the clearing where the night won’t tell,
I speak in a code only pine roots spell.
Backwoods Bandit, outlaw scholar,
Moonlight drip on the steel‑blue collar,
Every shot fired make the ridge feel smaller,
Every rival crumble when the cadence grow taller.
Rope swing low like a warning sign,
Smoke draw maps in the wintertime,
Flash so quick it’ll blind your spine,
Then the echo writes scripture in the treeline.
OUTRO
Moonshine glow on the muzzle’s breath,
Flash mark time like a forest death,
But the Crow don’t fade — he outlasts the rest,
Storm‑engine heart beatin’ out my chest.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 10:44 PM UTC
HOOK
Moonshine muzzleflash, light the pines when the hammer crash,
Jar glow in my grasp, backwoods breath when the spirits splash,
Cannon kick, thunderclap, echo runnin’ the timber path,
Bandit blood, never slack, Crow‑engine heart in a smokin’ blast.
VERSE 1
Moonlit rope on the branch, that’s tension,
Boots on gravel, that’s Crow ascension,
Jar full shine like a ghost’s intention,
Flash so bright make the whole ridge flinchin’.
Pine‑sap scent when the shells eject,
808 boom like a debt collect,
Rival in the dark tryna interject —
I split his whole cadence with a dialect check.
Smoke curl up like a sermon chant,
Backwoods priest with a steel‑toe stance,
Every bar forged like a moonlit lance,
Every step echo like a warpath dance.
HOOK
Moonshine muzzleflash, light the pines when the hammer crash,
Jar glow in my grasp, backwoods breath when the spirits splash,
Cannon kick, thunderclap, echo runnin’ the timber path,
Bandit blood, never slack, Crow‑engine heart in a smokin’ blast.
VERSE 2
Shine jar clink like a ritual bell,
Flash paint shadows on the shotgun shells,
Crow in the clearing where the night won’t tell,
I speak in a code only pine roots spell.
Backwoods Bandit, outlaw scholar,
Moonlight drip on the steel‑blue collar,
Every shot fired make the ridge feel smaller,
Every rival crumble when the cadence grow taller.
Rope swing low like a warning sign,
Smoke draw maps in the wintertime,
Flash so quick it’ll blind your spine,
Then the echo writes scripture in the treeline.
OUTRO
Moonshine glow on the muzzle’s breath,
Flash mark time like a forest death,
But the Crow don’t fade — he outlasts the rest,
Storm‑engine heart beatin’ out my chest.