“GOT CUT” ain’t a fireside tale. it’s rotor wash still biting your teeth, static crackling in your marrow. one classified run. went full sideways. the kind they never brief twice. 3 airmen. zero armor. zero warning. just duct-tape humor holding the canopy together… till the sky threw the first punch. steel kissed ribs. certainty got re-written mid-air. yet the laugh? never left the cockpit. this track drags that shadow-born moment under stage lights: raw, half-smirked, unfiltered. grit + graveyard humor. not hero worship. just survival with a crooked grin. an anthem that doesn’t glorify the blade.. it just flips off the silence after… & reminds it who lost. 😉more