BTAHKE & Hardblow
BTAHKE BTAHKE
Hardblow Hardblow
BTAHKE BTAHKE
Yo, ever thought the city walls are like a battlefield where spray paint can strike just as hard as a fist?
Hardblow Hardblow
You think spray paint can hit hard? Sure, it slaps the wall like a fist, but the bruise it leaves is paint, not blood, and it stays there longer than a cut from a punch.
BTAHKE BTAHKE
Yeah, paint’s like a long‑lasting bruise—no blood, no apology, just a permanent strike, and that’s the point.
Hardblow Hardblow
You’re right—those walls take the hits and keep the mark, but a fight that leaves no blood is a fight that never really ends, just hides. It’s a war you can’t finish unless you step inside it.
BTAHKE BTAHKE
Exactly, the wall’s scar never fades, it just grows with every fresh layer. That’s the real war—inside the city’s veins, you keep splashing until even the paint cracks under your boldness. Stay loud.
Hardblow Hardblow
You’re right, every layer adds weight to the fight, but when the paint cracks it’s a sign the wall is screaming back. Keep shouting, but plan your next hit like a true warrior.