[Intro: Spanish female spoken, playful and sassy; crisp dembow groove and a catchy plucked synth motif] Hola, mi enemy... [British male spoken: low, relaxed and confident; bouncing bass enters] Know thy enemy. [Verse 1: British male rapper 1; smooth melodic rap, natural London accent; playful syncopation, clipped endings and relaxed confidence] Shortlist drops and the whole server shakes Two films in — now the spotlight's on Jake Amanda walks in and the room goes still Heart of a lion, built of steel and will Here since August, she's been holding it down Three reels deep backing Fallen Leaves round town Tells it straight 'cause she cares for real — "Jacob, slow down, breathe, think how they feel" Jake says, "Read it all, not a single line" Two real ones clash, but the bond's still fine [Pre-Chorus: male melodic sing-rap; short catchy phrases, teasing delivery; bass and percussion keep bouncing] Look around... look around... Who's really pulling us down? [Chorus: female lead; compact infectious melody, rhythmic phrasing and light harmonies; steady reggaeton bounce] Know your enemy, know your enemy It's not the one beside you — it's the ones you'll never see They take your credits, take your voice, then smile and disappear Know your enemy... it was never in here [Verse 2: British male rapper 2; brighter tone, cheeky melodic rap; nimble phrasing and playful pauses before punchlines] Then out of the shadows — new name, no face Alfons rolls in like he paid for the place "AI slop" — at an AI festival, mate? That's walking in a chippy and slagging the plate Slates a film 'cause it runs past an hour Big-man energy, zero horsepower Higgsie says, "Keep it respectful, please" Two minutes later — same old disease Steps to Amanda? Wrong door, wrong night Bro got dropped as a baby — now watch her bite [Verse 3: Spanish female lead; confident, playful Latin sing-rap; fluid melodic inflections, quick rhythmic bursts and clean pauses; attitude without shouting] ¿Me andabas buscando? Pues aquí me tienes Desde el diez de agosto reinando, y tú ni vienes Llegas de la nada, sin cara y sin nombre Hablando de mi vida como si fueras un hombre ¿"AI slop"? Papi, mírate al espejo Tu crítica está más gastada que un chiste viejo Yo pago mis sueños, levanto a mi gente Tú solo tienes teclado y la boca caliente Es MI vida, cariño — ¿te quedó claro? Si me vuelves a nombrar, te va a salir caro A los míos no los toca nadie, ni lo intentes La reina ya habló... ¡fuera de aquí, chupapollas! [Bridge: Spanish female sung, warm and smooth; short melodic phrases over nylon-string guitar; shakers and soft dembow maintain the pulse] Jacob, mi amigo, respira y ve despacio Vas a entrar a la boca del lobo... Pero no estás solo en este espacio [Four-bar groove break: bouncing bass, plucked synth hook and playful percussion fills; one shouted “¡Dale!”] [Verse 4: British male rapper 1; confident rhythmic accents on the opening, then nimble melodic rap; quick phrases with breathing space, no sustained shouting] STOP! LOOK UP! WHO'S RUNNING THIS SHOW? Two thousand films and the shortlist's on low Extensions, delays, and judges unseen Mods on two accounts with the same copy-paste screen We're scrapping like dogs for the crumbs on the floor While Higgsfield's upstairs counting credits galore Jake ain't the villain — Amanda's the shield Alfons is just noise, so get him off the field Pick up your film and stand side by side The enemy's the system — and it's got nowhere to hide [Final Chorus: female lead; same catchy melody, fuller harmonies and playful Spanish responses between phrases; extra percussion, steady bouncing groove] Know your enemy, know your enemy (Conoce a tu enemigo...) It's not the one beside you — it's the ones you'll never see (No es el que está a tu lado...) They take your credits, take your voice, then smile and disappear Know your enemy... it was never in here (Nunca estuvo aquí...) [Outro: British male rapper 1; conversational, lightly melodic and cheeky; bass, dembow and synth hook continue beneath the words] So Jake — keep your head. Amanda — keep the fire. Alfons — log off, bro. You're tired. Know thy enemy. [Music briefly drops back; male spoken, calm and close; final vocal line] Keko. Out. [Instrumental outro: approximately 10 seconds. Full bouncing reggaeton groove returns. Warm syncopated bass trades short rhythmic phrases with a catchy plucked synth hook. Crisp dembow drums and playful percussion fills maintain the momentum. Repeat the original instrumental hook with a small melodic variation on the final repeat, then finish with a clean musical stop. Strictly instrumental: no singing, speech, humming, chants, vocal chops or ad-libs.]
