[Intro: Female Tribal Vocalist] [ low sustained bassline, soft vocal hums] (ooh...hmmmm...ooooh) Whispers in the trees... My ear to the wall... Face painted, I go... Hear war drums call. [Production: Cavernous tribal percussion, sweeping dusty toms, crisp shakers] [Pre-Chorus: Female Tribal Vocal] (haunting flute) Circle in the sand, Bare feet beating time, Names fall from my tongue, I answer with a cry. Tryna read the signs, But there's salt on my lips, Every little shock Comes out like this! (this... this...) [Verse 1: Male Southern Rapper - Syncopated Pocket] [808 sub-bass drops, heavy Southern bounce, syncopated snare] Look, y'all ain't told the difference, so let me come explain, Got the whole block twisted up, caught in somebody's scheme. Pursuin' porch tales, let me show you what stayed real, 'Cause a hungry crowd can sniff out when the numbers ain't for real! (Ain't for real!) Facts is what you check twice and they line up the same, Dates, names, receipts—kept tucked in a frame. That's hard ground, somethin' you can grab and hold, But opinion's just the slant, how the story get told. They want you feelin' things 'fore you even seen the proof, Hard to tell a slick headline from a line meant to mute. One bad tag, and they pat that grift on the back, (Yeah, pat 'em!) While the fake keep movin' and the truth stay back. [Chorus: Female Tribal Vocal & Male Rapper - Staccato Spit Flow] [Heavy foot-stamp percussion, fast syncopated 16th-note bounce] (Female - Fast Spit Flow) Here's-to-Our Oh! O-ti-tọ! (Rapper) We gotta stop makin' no false calls now! (Female - Fast Spit Flow) Lose-that Oh! O-ti-tọ! (Rapper) Gotta put that spin in the ash pile now! Fire in the blood when we speak what's real, (Female - Fast Spit Flow) Gonna Need That! Oh! O-ti-tọ! (Rapper) Echo in the street 'til the whole block feel! (Female & Rapper) Only word I trust to be true! [Verse 2: Male Southern Rapper - Double-Time Syncopation] [Fast Southern trap hi-hats layered over tribal shakers] Used to be the paper, hit the stoop 'fore the sun, Same ink, same lies, 'fore the internet begun. Editor called the shots, what made the front page pop, Everybody got the same scoop, couldn't make it stop. (Nah, couldn't stop!) Now your phone in your hand, tellin' you what to believe, Track your clicks, your likes, then pull up its sleeve. Stuck in a feed, half-truths, ten tabs deep, What you scroll turn to gospel, and the gospel change names. (Yeah, it keep!) App know your vibe, your hustle, your flaws, Same mess, two captions, breakin' all the laws. One frame for the anger, one frame for the smile, A split-screen world, runnin' wild for a while! (Runnin' wild!) [Chorus: Female Tribal Vocal & Male Rapper - Staccato Spit Flow] [Heavy foot-stamp percussion, fast syncopated 16th-note bounce] (Female - Fast Spit Flow) Here's-to-Our Oh! O-ti-tọ! (Rapper) We gotta stop makin' no false calls now! (Female - Fast Spit Flow) Lose-that Oh! O-ti-tọ! (Rapper) Gotta put that spin in the ash pile now! Fire in the blood when we speak what's real, (Female - Fast Spit Flow) Gonna Need That! Oh! O-ti-tọ! (Rapper) Echo in the street 'til the whole block feel! (Female & Rapper) Only word I trust to be true! [Verse 3: Male Southern Rapper ] [Dark atmospheric synths, rhythmic hand percussion patter] Now who run the board and who steer the crowd? Who cut the reel before it get too loud? Big money in the back with the mic on mute, Suit-and-tie hands yank strings, then they duck out smooth! (Duck out smooth!) Boardroom cash win while the block pay the toll, Folks at the bottom get bent tryin' to hold they role. Half these outlets got a leash on what they let you know, Pick what loops, what sticks, what gets left in the snow. (Left in the snow!) Who got the budget to make their version stick in the street? That’s the real power move, not the chatter and the tweet! (Power move!) Learned in the burr-oh, this game don't play fair, If you don't push your picture, they'll decide what's there! Seen the backdoor deals and the names scratched out, They sell the whole truth, then they script the shout! (Battle cry!) [Bridge: Ethereal Female Vocalist - Visceral Building] [Stripped-down arrangement: solo foot stamps, deep sub-bass, wide reverb] Ash lands on my tongue, I reach up to the sky. You’re waiting for some answers, Can't give you any sign. Big noise starts to rise, No peace inside the lie Got nothing left to give you Just this battle cry! [Outro: Male Southern Rapper & Female Tribal Vocal - Fading Decay] [Sweeping toms fade gradually into reverberant flute echoes and deep sub-bass] (Rapper) Keep your facts sharp, keep your voice on the street, fam. (Female - Fast Spit Flow) O-ti-tọ... O-ti-tọ... (Rapper) 'Cause the ones with the loudest reach ain't speakin' for me, nah. ( O-ti-tọ...) (Rapper) Trace that money, don't let it steer you. misInformed. (Female) (Harmonized hum fading out) hmmm... ooh... [Outro Decay: Fading tribal tom rolls, distant flute echo, reverb tail]
