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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