North Wind Tears (Slowed)

Booms glowing gold on the digital deck.
With the tide rising, putting doubts in check.
From the ice to the fire, bumping this sound.
Every bar we drop's a king being crowned.
We don't fear the storm, we are the gale.
Writing the story, unfolding the sale.
Droga and Broomhill, the ultimate pair.
Our voices are echoing through the cold air.
Mojroga's got the steel.
I've got the range.
Fighting hip-hop gods and queens.
We break the chain.
We're the stars at the base, let the spirit fly.