🔺 ART OF THE DEAL 🔺
[Verse 1] He came in loud like a storm with teeth, Promised gold while he hollowed beneath. Offered a deal wrapped in velvet tones— But shook with a hand that felt like bones. We played it cool, let the silence bite, Watched him fold before the fight. Big man talkin’ trade and steel— But every echo had that squeal. [Pre-Chorus] Never showed up when the cold wind blew, Claimed he built, but he never knew What it means to hold a line, To wear the storm like it’s by design. [Chorus] This ain’t the art of the deal— It’s the art of the squeal. When the weight hits, the truth reveals, He played the part, he sold the charm, But couldn’t grip with brittle arms. No, this ain’t the art of the deal— It’s the art of the squeal. Real ones rise, the frauds appeal, But we don’t bend—we carve in steel. [Verse 2] We watched the tower tip from snow, A gilded shell with no heat below. He sold the wind as if it was his, But the chill don’t care who the salesman is. Dressed in bluster, fed on spin, Raised a flag he couldn’t pin. We saw the cracks behind the shield, He wrote a book—we broke the seal. [Pre-Chorus] Never showed up when the frost took hold, Kept the fire, but let go of the coal. We bring heat that doesn’t burn— We earn our chill, we wait our turn. [Chorus] This ain’t the art of the deal— It’s the art of the squeal. Big stage, but no real feel. Wolves in ties, sharp in name, But melt beneath the smallest flame. This ain’t the art of the deal— It’s the art of the squeal. You can’t bluff what you never learned— We write songs, you just get burned. [Bridge] “The loudest bird… never knows the wind. The brightest suit… can’t swim. And those who sell the frost never stay long enough to feel it.” [Final Chorus] No, this ain’t the art of the deal It’s the art of the squeal. Truth don’t need a golden seal. He raised his voice, we raised our fists, And vanished him in frozen mist. Yeah, this ain’t the art of the deal— It’s the art of the squeal. Tariffs fall, but pride is real— We don’t forget. We just reveal. [Outro – Whispered Chant, Fade Out] He squealed… he squealed… he squealed… And the cold kept rollin’ on.
