

Song
Murder In The Snow (Blackout)
Ollifax
•2:11•144 BPM•D•hip-hop•dark
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Murder In The Snow (Blackout) is a cold-blooded hip-hop track from Ollifax that channels controlled fury into something razor-sharp and cinematic. Built on minimal tension and a slow heartbeat pulse, it captures the paradox of rage with precision: aim instead of chaos. Dark, deliberate, and quietly devastating.
Musical Details
BPM
144
Key
D
Camelot
Dm
Credits
ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax
Copyright & Legal
Ollifax Music
PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inThe Arctic
Lyrics
OLLIFAX, Yeah. Low. Jaw set. Move. Break the floor, blackout, lights out, GO. Cold in my blood, can't stop, just flow. Metronome stepper, heartbeat too slow. If I snap once, whole block go cold. Break the floor, blackout, lights out, GO. Mind on edge, pressure in the glow. Born for the storm, wired for the low. Ollifax in the dark, that's murder in the snow. Walk in quiet, leave loud, no noise. Still move deadly, calm like poise. People want smoke till they feel that void, War ain't a rumor when the skill deployed. Eyes scan quick, threat on sight. Every lil' twitch get read on flight. Never been drunk, still lose whole nights, Blackout rage but the path stay right. Engine hum heavy, pulse on beat. Steel in my pocket, calm in the heat. If fear had a price I paid that fee, Now I walk through hell like a shopping spree. Inhale, hold, Cold mind, bold. Bass low, fold. Nah, I break the threshold. Break the floor, blackout, lights out, GO. Cold in my blood, can't stop, just flow. Metronome stepper, heartbeat too slow. If I snap once, whole block go cold. Break the floor, blackout, lights out, GO. Mind on edge, pressure in the glow. Born for the storm, wired for the low. Ollifax in the dark, that's murder in the snow. Head down, hood low, ice in the vein. Seen too much, numb to the pain. Rage ain't chaos, rage is aimed. Rage got purpose, rage got aim. Every scar on my body got a clock inside. Tick tick tick, 'til the demons collide. One wrong look got a kid terrified, I ain't violent, I'm weaponized. Ghost mode walking, calm in the slip. Jawline tight, steady on the grip. Whole crowd freeze when the tone get clipped, One last push make the whole world flip. Brace. Breath. Break. Death. OLLIFAX, Some
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