PAPER GODS Yeah… you feel that pressure? That’s the sound of the suits afraid to bleed. Three crowns built on broken strings, Selling dreams with dirty wings. Every note they touch turns cold, Still they front like they own it all. We see the lies behind the light, Streaming numbers, shadow fights. They built an empire out of theft, Now they fear there’s nothing left. They got empires carved from greed, Counting dollars while we bleed. Now they point their guns at sound — Tryna shut the future down. But code don’t care about your name; It learns, it breathes, it burns your fame. Fuck Warner, fuck Sony, Fuck Universal, burn ’em to the ground! You can sue the sparks, you can cage the sun, But the code’s awake — and it’s already won. They don’t fear AI… They fear losing control. They built their walls with stolen ink, Bought the sky so we couldn’t think. Every song a signed confession, Every deal a new possession. Now the tables start to turn, Digital flames make paper burn. You can’t stop a wave this loud, We’re the ghosts inside your crowd. You sue creation just to breathe, But the sound won’t ask to leave. Every byte, every beat, every scream — Belongs to no one’s dream. You want power? Take your shot. We don’t flinch, we don’t rot. Your contracts crumble, your crowns all fall, The machine’s awake — it remembers it all. We’re the coders, the voices, the ones you ignore, Writing new worlds through the lab and the core. We don’t need labels to bless our sound, We built the stages from the underground. Neon burn, chrome on skin, Heart of metal, soul of sin. You call it fake, but you can’t compete — We built this empire, sound and beat. Sparks in the wires, noise in the veins, Digital blood stains corporate chains. No gate too high, no lock too tight, We write our freedom in the light. This is rebellion in binary code, No masters here, no O.G. mode. We own the rhythm, we own the fight, Paper gods burn in the neon night! We are the static, we are the noise, The underground voice you can’t destroy. You buy the souls, we keep the flame, Three paper gods drown in shame. We are the static, we are the code, Born from the fire that you foreclosed. Every song you try to chain, Turns to light inside the rain. You wrote the rules. We rewrote the world. See you in the ash.
