G-Funk Goblins - Subway Spirits (Original) [2025] [Epic Rock Music]

Описание: A haunted urban odyssey through steel tunnels and ghost-lit rails, “Subway Spirits” follows the G-Funk Goblins as they flee the legends that created them. Echoing bass, metal grit, and shadowed prophecy collide while Red Cap and Blue Cap spit verses born from rust, fear, and fate. The underground remembers—no one rides out clean.

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
Skrrt in the sewers, teeth on display, no rumors
Rust on my knuckles, rat-bone belt and a bundle of shooters
Tracks hum, tunnel all black, old posters peel, eyes look back
Graffiti moves, letters shift in the grime
Whole line haunted, bodies on a timetable

[Pre-Chorus – Both]
Steel rails groan, shadows creep slow
Ghosts in the steam say “don’t let go”
Footsteps echo where no feet roam—
The underground calls us home…

[Chorus – Both]
We ride the rails of the dead and gone
(yeah, dead and gone, dead and gone)
Ticket stamped in blood and smoke
no refund, no going home
We ride the rails of the dead and gone
soul-train scream when the brakes come on
Subway spirits in a steel cyclone
We ride the rails of the dead and gone

[Verse 1]
Backpack full of bolt cutters, bone dust, beer
sharp little grin, whole map in the ear
Platform echo, my footsteps giggle
third rail hiss, little sparks do the wiggle

Hood low, eyes glow, gravel in the throat
rumors in the gutter turn the rumor to a oath
They whisper G-Funk Goblins in a cracked payphone
now the myth got teeth, scent stuck in the stone

Cameras glitch when we slip by the lens
Tag my own name on the wall, it bends

Hunted by a story that we carved in the brick
every verse that we spit put a curse on the flick

[Pre-Chorus]
Steel rails groan, shadows creep slow
Ghosts in the steam say “don’t let go”
Footsteps echo where no feet roam—
The underground calls us home…

[Chorus – Both]
We ride the rails of the dead and gone
(yeah, dead and gone, dead and gone)
Ticket stamped in blood and smoke
no refund, no going home
We ride the rails of the dead and gone
soul-train scream when the brakes come on
Subway spirits in a steel cyclone
We ride the rails of the dead and gone

[Verse 2]

Pipe-steam breath, smell iron and dust
shadows too long to belong to us
Whispers drip cold from the tiles above
this city got teeth, it don’t know love

Breakroom lights flicker, workers disappear
Lost IDs, torn boots, still warm fear
Every tunnel we take got a story to tell
None of them end good, but they start real well

We roam like stains the city can’t clean,
two goblins stuck in a haunted machine

[Pre-Chorus]
Steel rails groan, shadows creep slow
Ghosts in the steam say “don’t let go”
Footsteps echo where no feet roam—
The underground calls us home…

[Chorus – Both]
We ride the rails of the dead and gone
(yeah, dead and gone, dead and gone)
Ticket stamped in blood and smoke
no refund, no going home
We ride the rails of the dead and gone
soul-train scream when the brakes come on
Subway spirits in a steel cyclone
We ride the rails of the dead and gone

[Verse 3]

Screech in the tunnel, metal cries like a beast
ghost-lights flicker from the west to the east
We chase our legend, but the legend bites back
every rumor we outrun builds another attack

Cold wind follows where no wind should blow
something ancient tracks our glow
We didn’t choose the myth—
the myth chose us
two goblins forged in the city’s rust

Rails don’t lie—
they just remember
every scream
from every passenger

[Bridge]
Who out there call my name in the dark?
Who wrote Red Cap in the rust by the spark?
Who breathe cold wind through a closed turnstile?
who count my crimes in the cracks, no trial?

Train door open, empty car, no sound
Sit down anyway…

…and the whole world turns around.

[Final Chorus – Both]
We ride the rails of the dead and gone
(yeah, dead and gone, dead and gone)
Ticket stamped in blood and smoke
no refund, no going home
We ride the rails of the dead and gone
soul-train scream when the brakes come on
Subway spirits in a steel cyclone
We ride the rails of the dead and gone

[Outro – Final Required Lines]

Rats gnaw the truth, bones tell lies,
Hunted by the myths, hunted by our cries.


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