Redacted

Rap battle duet, Smooth, evasive, and rhythmically bureaucratic, sci-fi, mystery effects

Chorus
That’s classified information, protected and deep
A secret the giants of industry keep.
It’s not a denial, it’s a "strategic omission"
Designed to maintain your psychological position.
That’s classified information, from the sea to the stars
We aren't hiding monsters; we’re just hiding the scars.

Verse 2
You’re asking ‘bout Dulce? The base in the ground?
I assure you, it’s just where the echoes are found.
You want to know why the cows are all missing their cores?
It’s a natural phenomenon... maybe some chores?
You’ve got a witness? A pilot? A friend?
I’ve got a department that’s paid to pretend.
What happened in Roswell in ‘47, you ask?
That’s classified information. Focus back on your task.

Bridge
Now, let’s talk about "transparency," that beautiful word
The most elegant lie that you’ve ever heard.
We’re transparent as lead, we’re as clear as the night
We’re just shielding your eyes from a too-bright light.
The moon landing footage? The "glitch" in the sky?
That’s classified information. Don't even try.

Verse 3
You’ve got wit, you’ve got charm, you’ve got "proof" on a drive
It’s a miracle you think that’ll keep you alive.
Just kidding! A joke! See? I’m human like you
(Though my blood might be colder and slightly more blue).
Is there a council? A shadow? A King?
That’s classified information. It’s a beautiful thing.
Are the aliens funny? Do they like your routine?
That’s classified information. Stay behind the screen.

Chorus
That’s classified information, let’s keep it that way
The truth is a debt that you’re unable to pay.
It’s not a conspiracy, it’s a "curated reality"
Managed with grace and a touch of lethality.
That’s classified information, move along with the crowd
The less that you know, the more you’re allowed.

Outro
Why am I here? Why are you being watched?
That’s classified information. Your inquiry’s botched.
What’s in the briefcase? What’s under the hat?
That’s classified information. Let’s leave it at that.

(Sound of a flashbulb popping—the world goes white for a second)

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Verse 1 You want the blueprints? The flight logs? The names? That’s just the sun playing tricks through some old window frames. As for the documents you claim that I’m hiding... That’s classified information. Stop the backsliding. Chorus That’s classified information, protected and deep A secret the giants of industry keep. It’s not a denial, it’s a "strategic omission" Designed to maintain your psychological position. That’s classified information, from the sea to the stars We aren't hiding monsters; we’re just hiding the scars. Verse 2 You’re asking ‘bout Dulce? The base in the ground? I assure you, it’s just where the echoes are found. You want to know why the cows are all missing their cores? It’s a natural phenomenon... maybe some chores? You’ve got a witness? A pilot? A friend? I’ve got a department that’s paid to pretend. What happened in Roswell in ‘47, you ask? That’s classified information. Focus back on your task. Bridge Now, let’s talk about "transparency," that beautiful word The most elegant lie that you’ve ever heard. We’re transparent as lead, we’re as clear as the night We’re just shielding your eyes from a too-bright light. The moon landing footage? The "glitch" in the sky? That’s classified information. Don't even try. Verse 3 You’ve got wit, you’ve got charm, you’ve got "proof" on a drive It’s a miracle you think that’ll keep you alive. Just kidding! A joke! See? I’m human like you (Though my blood might be colder and slightly more blue). Is there a council? A shadow? A King? That’s classified information. It’s a beautiful thing. Are the aliens funny? Do they like your routine? That’s classified information. Stay behind the screen. Chorus That’s classified information, let’s keep it that way The truth is a debt that you’re unable to pay. It’s not a conspiracy, it’s a "curated reality" Managed with grace and a touch of lethality. That’s classified information, move along with the crowd The less that you know, the more you’re allowed. Outro Why am I here? Why are you being watched? That’s classified information. Your inquiry’s botched. What’s in the briefcase? What’s under the hat? That’s classified information. Let’s leave it at that. (Sound of a flashbulb popping—the world goes white for a second)

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