Aurelian Vibe ft. The Vanyaboyz
Track 06 — Barz & Bloodlines
[Sparkling harp sample. Crystal glasses clinking.]
[Producer tag whispered by an elven woman:]
“Highblood certified.”
[808 drops.]
[INTRO — VANYABOYZ]
Yeah.
Crystal Spires.
Top floor.
You already know.
They got drums…
We got dividends.
[laughter]
VANYA!
[HOOK — VANYABOYZ]
All bark, no barz,
Orcz wanna war but they can’t reach the stars.
We got gold, we got spells, we got names on the charts,
You got drums in a tunnel and some questionable art.
All bark, no barz,
Mana-black carriage with the roof full of stars.
Whole realm know exactly who we are—
ALL BARK!
(No barz!)
ALL BARK!
(No barz!)
[VERSE 1 — LIL’ SYLVAN]
Walk in the gala like—
Who invited perfection?
Cape enchanted,
no wrinkles detected.
My necklace got a necklace.
That’s wealth.
My mirror got a mirror—
that’s generational health.
Daddy owns forests.
Uncle owns ports.
Cousin owns three of the Highblood courts.
You screaming revolution?
Adorable, sport.
We bought your rebellion—
and shortened the report.
My boots cost more than your underground block,
My watch don’t tell time—
it manipulates the clock.
Got a phoenix on lease,
Got a griffin on call,
Got a wizard whose entire job
is making me look tall.
[VANYABOY AD-LIBS]
(Six-three!)
(Naturally!)
(Highblood!)
(Tax deductible!)
[PRE-HOOK — VANYABOYZ]
Silk on the body.
Mana in the cup.
Market goes down?
We enchant that up.
They yell—
“EAT THE RICH!”
Okay, that’s cute.
But before you eat me—
wipe the mud off your boots.
[HOOK — VANYABOYZ]
All bark, no barz,
Orcz wanna war but they can’t reach the stars.
We got gold, we got spells, we got names on the charts,
You got drums in a tunnel and some questionable art.
All bark, no barz,
Mana-black carriage with the roof full of stars.
Whole realm know exactly who we are—
ALL BARK!
(No barz!)
ALL BARK!
(No barz!)
[VERSE 2 — PRINCE VAEL]
Platinum wand with the mithril grip,
My accountant cast a spell—
now the taxes don’t exist.
Council at noon,
then the yacht by six,
Signed twelve new artists—
never heard their shit.
We don’t chase culture.
We acquire it.
Find something underground?
Buy it.
Brand it.
Wire it.
Put an elf on the cover,
tell the realm we inspired it,
Then sell it back twice—
that’s how empires get richer.
[cash-register sound]
Ooh.
That’s the sound of art.
Your movement got passion?
Our movement got charts.
Got billboards enchanted from the docks to the Spires—
Your revolution needs reach?
We can discuss our retainers.
[CORPORATE CHANT — VANYABOYZ]
MONETIZE!
(The culture!)
OPTIMIZE!
(The culture!)
PACKAGE!
(The culture!)
SELL IT BACK!
[Vanyaboyz laughing]
[VERSE 3 — AURELIAN VIBE]
Hold up.
Silver in my hair,
Crystal on the coat,
Whole Council at the table
but they quoting what I wrote.
They don’t know it’s me.
That’s the funniest part.
Half the underground scene
got my fingerprints on bars.
I got spells in the vault
that could fracture this beat,
Got a studio hidden
twenty floors underneath.
Yeah, I came from the money,
I was born in the suite—
But don’t confuse clean hands
with an inability to bleed.
I can flex.
Gold rings.
Black carriage.
Moonroof.
One verse—
five districts asking,
“Who’s dude?”
They call the Hollows primitive.
I wouldn’t be so sure.
There’s something in those drums
that I’ve never heard before.
[beat briefly strips down]
So keep laughing at the Orcz.
Keep playing your part.
But I’ve heard GrimJaw’s name…
And that Orc got—
[Vanyaboy interrupts]
[LIL’ SYLVAN]
AY!
Aurelian!
This is a flex song, brother.
Nobody asked for anthropology.
[AURELIAN]
…Right.
[beat returns]
[FINAL HOOK — ALL]
ALL BARK, NO BARZ!
Orcz wanna war but they can’t reach the stars!
We got gold!
(Gold!)
We got spells!
(Spells!)
We got half the damn realm under Highblood sales!
ALL BARK, NO BARZ!
Crystal on the ceiling of our mana-powered cars!
Let ’em bang those little drums—
We own the charts!
ALL BARK!
(NO BARZ!)
ALL BARK!
(NO BARZ!)
ALL BARK!
(NO BARZ!)
[BREAKDOWN — VANYABOYZ]
Who owns the labels?
WE DO!
Who owns the venues?
WE DO!
Who owns the crystals transmitting your music?
WE DO!
Who owns—
[record suddenly scratches]
[PIRATE SIGNAL INTERRUPTION]
[Heavy static.]
[The polished beat begins distorting.]
UNKNOWN ORC VOICE:
You forgot one.
[silence]
LIL’ SYLVAN:
…Forgot what?
UNKNOWN ORC:
Who owns the fucking drums?
[BOOOOOOM.]
[Massive GrimeCasting war drum.]
[Glass rattles.]
UNKNOWN ORC:
We do.
[BOOM.]
And GrimJaw heard your song.
[OUTRO]
[Vanyaboy transmission breaks into static.]
LIL’ SYLVAN:
Wait—
Who got onto our frequency?
Get Security Thaumaturgy on—
[STATIC]
GRIMJAW — distant distorted voice:
All bark…
no barz?
[low laugh]
Aight.
Come say it underground.
[One final war drum.]
BOOM.