YAKUZA CCTV building Tunnel around the world

Funky G from NYC feat. Black Sea Devil From Tower

[ SYSTEM OVERRIDE · ROOM 913 · THE BLACK SEA ]

[INTRO — spoken, low beat, BTS rumble under static]

Funky G:
BK to the Tower. Two mics. One ocean. No label.

Black Sea Devil:
You know what I mean, man.

Funky G:
Nah, Devil — tonight the ceiling the witness. And the mirror already testified.

PART I — THE SCREEN

[VERSE 1 — FUNKY G]

Yakuza CCTV — wrong date on the screen,
Yakuza lawyers run the whole scene.
White-cloth man on the skywalk, spray you with a virus —
Yakuza come to the Black Sea, and the file goes silent.

(beat)

Building 66, Room 913, same concrete, same gate,
Same "cannot give you" footage, same wrong date, same weight.
Pattaya whisper in the chat, Bangkok on the form,
And the lawyer got the ledger while the water keep it warm.

[VERSE 2 — BLACK SEA DEVIL, reactin']

(long pause, wind on the mic)

So the cameras work, the cameras exist,
And the date on the paper is a lie with a twist.
G, up here we don't file — we just sink it and shrug,
But your city keep a record... and a record is a thug.

[PRE-HOOK — FUNKY G] (laughs)
A thousand years on a tower and you never met a ledger with a lawyer —
That's exactly why the city keep the paper and the lawyer.

[HOOK — BOTH]
Yakuza CCTV — wrong date on the screen,
Yakuza lawyers run the whole scene.
White-cloth man on the skywalk, spray you with a virus —
Yakuza come to the Black Sea, and the file goes silent.

PART II — THE CEILING

[VERSE 3 — FUNKY G, the drilling]

(beat drops, low and rolling)

Then the drilling start — so loud the mirror break,
Room 913, YAKUZA CCTV, SCAM ALERT — for goodness sake.
Unusual car theft methods got a sequel in the wall,
Criminal tactics Thailand — you can't sleep, can't call.
Car theft building security — now the ceiling the hole,
Urban crime Bangkok — a drill and a mirror and a soul.

(beat)

"SCAM ALERT" on the app — the platform finally spoke,
But the mirror's already broken and the lease already broke.

[VERSE 4 — DEVIL, the port]

Aight, G — now my half. Where a broken thing goes.
Port smuggling networks — every crate got a pose.
Black Sea ports crime, Odesa port organized crime,
Underworld operations Black Sea region — every week, every time.
Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam mafia Europe, yakuza mafia — a flag, not a man,
Asian crime syndicates Black Sea — that's the route and the plan.
Transnational crime syndicates — a mirror's just glass,
Eurasian crime connections — that's how a rumor get class.

[VERSE 5 — DEVIL, the cargo]

Drug trafficking Black Sea — the hull don't ask what's inside,
Arms smuggling Black Sea — a crate with a drill sit beside.
Illegal shipping activities — a manifest clean on the page,
Maritime trafficking networks — a stamp and a bribe and a gage.
Scam center in Cambodia and Laos — the money got a second skin,
Asian organized crime — the laundering that let it in.
Black market activities Black Sea — buy a name with no face,
And a blogger's whole life re-registered — same plate, new place.

[HOOK — BOTH]
Yakuza CCTV — wrong date on the screen,
Yakuza lawyers run the whole scene.
White-cloth man on the skywalk, spray you with a virus —
Yakuza come to the Black Sea, and the file goes silent.

PART III — THE REPORT

[VERSE 6 — FUNKY G, the police]

So he walked in, Bangkok police response — a form and a chair,
Reporting stolen car Thailand — you wait, you sign, you stare.
Thailand legal advice — get a lawyer, keep the paper, keep the plate,
Expat safety Southeast Asia — and the follow-up come late.
Two police reports, one creative calendar — the joke,
The error went load-bearing and the whole case choked.
Scam warning Thailand — he had one, but it wasn't the tag,
It was the trust in a building with a failing lock and a flag.

[VERSE 7 — FUNKY G, the ending]

Then the story jump — and this the part that won't sit:
A blogger on the Black Sea coast — the file say it.
No cause, no witness, no camera, no frame,
Just a man on a coast that don't say his name.
Is it the car? Is it the crew? Is it the port?
Law enforcement Black Sea ports — they file it as a sort.
International mafia cooperation — nah, that's the myth they sell,
A pretty word for the silence that they call "unsolved" as well.

[BRIDGE — DEVIL, beat drops to half-time]

(stone set down)

So he studied your city, G, and he died on my shore,
And the river took the rest — that's the law I never swore.
You know what I mean, man? — the sea don't hold no trial,
It just fold the evidence and let the file go stale.
Port security Europe — a gate and a light and a lie,
And a car and a man both missing — same week, same sky.

PART IV — THE LESSON

[VERSE 8 — FUNKY G, the close]

(beat back up)

So here's the Brooklyn schoolin' from a story with no end:
You trust the buildin', you lose the car — that's the rule, my friend.
Check the lock, check the log, check the gate, check the cam,
Keep the fob in a tin — beat the relay, beat the scam.
Crime prevention Thailand — the keyless trick is the threat,
Cover the signal, move the key, and you ain't the one they get.
Travel safety Thailand — the night and the gate and the guy,
Trust the paper, trust the lawyer — the rest is why.

[VERSE 9 — DEVIL, the turn]

(quiet, beat settles)

So I learned from your city, and you learned from my sea,
Room 913, Black Sea coast — one life, one mystery.
You know what I mean, man? — the water keeps no name,
But a gate keeps a record. And a record is a flame.
Tower's old. The water's older. The mirror's already gone.
Keep your keys in a tin, G. That's the only song.

[OUTRO — BOTH, beat fading, Black Sea wind]

BK to the Tower, Sukhumvit in between,
A drill, a mirror, a blogger, and a file nobody's seen.
Check the lock, check the log, check the key, check the gate —
Yakuza CCTV — and the coast can wait.

(fading)
You know what I mean, man...
...unsolved don't mean finished. It mean the water's still holdin' it.