Wrong Son

Niko Mewr

Epic rap, soft to angry, passionate, Gohan, Gohan TFS, high pace rap, super sayian

V5.5

[Intro]
[soft keys, dusty drums, warm lo-fi beat]
[young male vocal, restrained]

Mom says keep my head inside the books
Dad says he’ll be back
I stopped asking when

Mr. Piccolo says,
“Again.”

So I get back up again

[Verse 1]
[soft melodic rap]

I never wanted fists up, never wanted fame
Wanted quiet little pages with my little name
Dad’s somewhere saving everybody, that’s okay
Least that’s what I tell myself when he’s away

Mr. Piccolo don’t really talk about love
He throws me at a mountain, says, “Get back up”
Funny how the man who swore he’d leave me for dead
Was the one who stayed close when I needed him there

I know Dad loves me
I know that’s true
But when the sky went black—
guess who I ran to?

Green hands, white cape
Standing in the rain
Taught a scared little kid
how to stand through the pain

[Pre-Chorus]
[beat thinning out]

And I don’t like fighting
I swear I never did
But something keeps happening
When you hurt the people I—

[beat cuts completely]

[soft female Japanese vocalist, distant and ethereal]
Venit aevus ille

[choir enters beneath her]
O Messiah, O Messiah

[orchestra swelling, tension rising]

[Gohan, sudden scream]
BY MY POWER!!

[explosive transition]
[distorted bass, harder drums]

[Verse 2]
[older male vocal, sharper delivery]

Voice.

Yeah.

Funny thing about growing up—
you start appreciating your parents.

Especially Piccolo.

What?

I said what I said.

Books on the shelf, weighted cape on the floor
Whole life saying I don’t wanna fight anymore
Then somebody threatens Earth and I’m clocking back in
Apparently trauma’s hereditary—
guess that’s what I get for being him

And somewhere it went different
No Dragon Balls, no second try
One arm left, two Androids
Still walked outside

Face-down in the rain
with nobody coming to save him
Left one kid staring at the body
and rage was all that he gave him

So don’t tell me what happens
when Gohan holds the line alone
I’ve seen the ending.

He doesn’t make it home.

[beat]

So maybe I’m done holding back.

You want Goku?
Wrong Son.
He’s busy.

You got me.

Fight you?
No.
You misunderstood what I came here to do.
“I’m here to kill you…”

I’m not here for points
I’m not here for pride
I’m giving you exactly one chance—

[Chorus]
[heavy melodic hook]

I wanted a desk
They gave me a war
Wanted a family
Kept losing them more

So call me a scholar
Professor, whatever
Touch one of my people—
I’ll remember I’m better

I got Dad in my blood
Got Piccolo in my head
One taught me power
One taught me where it’s led

I don’t need a throne
Don’t need your respect
I tried being reasonable

What did that get?

[Verse 3]
[cockier flow, DBZ Abridged-style humor]

Great Saiyaman—
yeah, we’re skipping that.

No questions.

I peaked at eleven
Then somehow got weaker
Got strong again
Got cocky—

Cell.

…also we’re skipping that.

Maybe arrogance is genetic
I’ll ask Dad if I see him
Assuming he’s currently alive
which is honestly fifty-fifty

But Piccolo calls?
I’m answering.

Cape comes off?
Bad evening.

Glasses come off?
Worse.

You came looking for Son Goku?
Buddy, take a number

Everybody wants my father
Till they meet the other Son

I spent years making myself smaller
So nobody had to fear me

That was very mature of me.

We’re done with that.

[Bridge]
[beat becomes darker, humor slowly disappearing]

There’s a version of me
that never got this life

No classroom
No family
No peace at night

No father coming back
No miracle at dawn
Just a kid he’d die protecting
and an arm already gone

Still stood up.

Still went out.

Still made two monsters
remember what fear was about

So if that’s what I become
when there’s nobody left—

Imagine what happens
when I still have something to protect.

[beat cuts]

And if Pan starts crying—

Oh.

You should leave.

[Beast Build]
[distant choir returns]
[slow heartbeat, low orchestral strings]

I spent my whole life
afraid of this part

The thing underneath
the books and the heart

I learned to be gentle
I learned to be still

Don’t confuse either
for lack of a will

[heartbeat]

Dad fights because he loves it.

Piccolo fights because he has to.

Me?

[long silence]

I fight when you give me a reason.

[Final Drop — Beast]
[violent orchestral impact, distorted bass, choir]

Red in the eyes
White through the sky
All of that patience
finally died

I buried this anger
I gave it a name
I built me a life
so I’d never need rage

Scholar.
Husband.
Father.
Son.

Every version of me
knows what must be done

One died in the rain
One broke Cell apart
One spent years pretending
there wasn’t rage in his heart

You wanted the monster?

Congratulations.

You found the part of me
I spent my whole life putting down.

No games.
No mercy.
No waiting for Dad.

You had every warning
you could’ve had.

[choir surges]

You hurt my family.

Now run.
“My Turn”

[Outro]
[instrumental abruptly collapses]
[opening piano returns]
[quiet, exhausted voice]

…Mr. Piccolo?

Yeah.

I think I figured it out.

[pause]

Can I go home and study now?

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[Intro] [soft keys, dusty drums, warm lo-fi beat] [young male vocal, restrained] Mom says keep my head inside the books Dad says he’ll be back I stopped asking when Mr. Piccolo says, “Again.” So I get back up again [Verse 1] [soft melodic rap] I never wanted fists up, never wanted fame Wanted quiet little pages with my little name Dad’s somewhere saving everybody, that’s okay Least that’s what I tell myself when he’s away Mr. Piccolo don’t really talk about love He throws me at a mountain, says, “Get back up” Funny how the man who swore he’d leave me for dead Was the one who stayed close when I needed him there I know Dad loves me I know that’s true But when the sky went black— guess who I ran to? Green hands, white cape Standing in the rain Taught a scared little kid how to stand through the pain [Pre-Chorus] [beat thinning out] And I don’t like fighting I swear I never did But something keeps happening When you hurt the people I— [beat cuts completely] [soft female Japanese vocalist, distant and ethereal] Venit aevus ille [choir enters beneath her] O Messiah, O Messiah [orchestra swelling, tension rising] [Gohan, sudden scream] BY MY POWER!! [explosive transition] [distorted bass, harder drums] [Verse 2] [older male vocal, sharper delivery] Voice. Yeah. Funny thing about growing up— you start appreciating your parents. Especially Piccolo. What? I said what I said. Books on the shelf, weighted cape on the floor Whole life saying I don’t wanna fight anymore Then somebody threatens Earth and I’m clocking back in Apparently trauma’s hereditary— guess that’s what I get for being him And somewhere it went different No Dragon Balls, no second try One arm left, two Androids Still walked outside Face-down in the rain with nobody coming to save him Left one kid staring at the body and rage was all that he gave him So don’t tell me what happens when Gohan holds the line alone I’ve seen the ending. He doesn’t make it home. [beat] So maybe I’m done holding back. You want Goku? Wrong Son. He’s busy. You got me. Fight you? No. You misunderstood what I came here to do. “I’m here to kill you…” I’m not here for points I’m not here for pride I’m giving you exactly one chance— [Chorus] [heavy melodic hook] I wanted a desk They gave me a war Wanted a family Kept losing them more So call me a scholar Professor, whatever Touch one of my people— I’ll remember I’m better I got Dad in my blood Got Piccolo in my head One taught me power One taught me where it’s led I don’t need a throne Don’t need your respect I tried being reasonable What did that get? [Verse 3] [cockier flow, DBZ Abridged-style humor] Great Saiyaman— yeah, we’re skipping that. No questions. I peaked at eleven Then somehow got weaker Got strong again Got cocky— Cell. …also we’re skipping that. Maybe arrogance is genetic I’ll ask Dad if I see him Assuming he’s currently alive which is honestly fifty-fifty But Piccolo calls? I’m answering. Cape comes off? Bad evening. Glasses come off? Worse. You came looking for Son Goku? Buddy, take a number Everybody wants my father Till they meet the other Son I spent years making myself smaller So nobody had to fear me That was very mature of me. We’re done with that. [Bridge] [beat becomes darker, humor slowly disappearing] There’s a version of me that never got this life No classroom No family No peace at night No father coming back No miracle at dawn Just a kid he’d die protecting and an arm already gone Still stood up. Still went out. Still made two monsters remember what fear was about So if that’s what I become when there’s nobody left— Imagine what happens when I still have something to protect. [beat cuts] And if Pan starts crying— Oh. You should leave. [Beast Build] [distant choir returns] [slow heartbeat, low orchestral strings] I spent my whole life afraid of this part The thing underneath the books and the heart I learned to be gentle I learned to be still Don’t confuse either for lack of a will [heartbeat] Dad fights because he loves it. Piccolo fights because he has to. Me? [long silence] I fight when you give me a reason. [Final Drop — Beast] [violent orchestral impact, distorted bass, choir] Red in the eyes White through the sky All of that patience finally died I buried this anger I gave it a name I built me a life so I’d never need rage Scholar. Husband. Father. Son. Every version of me knows what must be done One died in the rain One broke Cell apart One spent years pretending there wasn’t rage in his heart You wanted the monster? Congratulations. You found the part of me I spent my whole life putting down. No games. No mercy. No waiting for Dad. You had every warning you could’ve had. [choir surges] You hurt my family. Now run. “My Turn” [Outro] [instrumental abruptly collapses] [opening piano returns] [quiet, exhausted voice] …Mr. Piccolo? Yeah. I think I figured it out. [pause] Can I go home and study now?

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