[Intro - AM-radio male preacher crackle, dry room hiss] Listen. I heard somebody call you finished. Not out loud. Not from heaven. From that old place in the chest where fear keeps a microphone. [hard silence] And I came to ask one question. Who told you that? [vinyl-warped organ hum] Who told you the wound gets the throne? Who told you the delay gets the last word? Who handed shame a pen and let it sign your name? [pitch-dropped last-word echo] Name... name... No. We are not building a life from a lie with good grammar. [slow stomp-clap slapback] Tonight we take the floor back. [distorted whisper - same lead voice] Take it back. Take it back. Take the floor back. [bitcrushed gospel choir chop] Back-back-back! [hard-clipped organ stab, 808 blown through torn speaker] [Hook - male gospel-rap chant, congregation backing] Who told you that? Who gave fear the floor? Who crowned that lie and called it Lord? Not my name! Not my breath! Not my soul! Not my death! Who told you that? Who signed that claim? I break that word in Jesus' name! [Verse 1 - clipped sermon rap, chain rattle wide] Stand still. Think clear. Lie loud. Truth near. Old word. New mouth. Fear spoke. Get out. No chain. No crown. No throne. Sit down. Deep breath. Chest flame. Truth walks. Lie shakes. [Verse 1B - rolling rap, banjo glitch delay, dusty guitar scratch] I got a verdict reversed and a curse getting nervous A word in my chest with a church-bell purpose I got a name that the shame couldn't purchase And a soul that refused to rehearse its own furnace I don't need fear as a false translator I don't need pain as a life narrator I came with a key and a loud liberator Not every thought in your head is holy Not every echo deserves your knowing Some sound like truth but they shrink you lowly [double-time burst - granular preacher smear, stutter edits] I'm canceling, trampling, handling damage Dismantling language that lied to my spirit I'm breaking the bracket, attacking the static Dragging the darkness until it can hear it I render the rumor irrelevant, sever it Never let terror inherit my weather If fear got a chair at the table I built Then I flip that table and preach something better [gated silence] Say it! [Half-time stomp switch - fuzzed cello scrape, distorted handclap tails] No lie. No lease. No shame. No peace. No fear. No seat. No chain. No key. Wrong voice. Low sound. Truth came. Bow down. Old script. Torn page. New breath. New stage. [Pre-Hook - reverse choir breath, static rising] I hear the false words cracking I feel the old grip slacking I see the dark thought backing When the real voice starts attacking [tape-drag slowdown] Attack-ing... [static burst, beat returns] [Hook repeats - clipped organ hits, speaker-rattle sub drop] [Verse 2 - staggered sermon flow, dark minimal drone] You heard too late. I heard timing. You heard too far. I heard finding. You heard ruined. I heard rescue. You heard worthless. I heard breakthrough. You heard closed. I heard chosen. You heard scarred. I heard opened. You heard buried. I heard planted. You heard no. I heard granted. [rapid flow - gospel glitch rap, torn-speaker low end] I got a psalm in the panic, a sword in the sentence, a shout in the syntax A light in the language, a law in the lungs that commands all the lies to get kicked back I'm not chasing approval, I'm chasing the Author who wrote what the dark cannot edit I turn every word that was forged to reduce me to fuel for the truth when I said it [Bridge - radio-filter choir pad, low tape wobble] I believed it once— But not now. I repeated it once— But not now. I gave fear the floor— But not now. The lie had a suit. The lie had a plan. But the breath in my chest said stand. [choir backing - crushed then clean] Not now! Not now! If the lie comes back, not now! [false ending - total silence, close distorted inhale] [Final Verse-Hook Hybrid - fastest, all effects stacked tight] Boots on the dust with a pulpit rhythm Blood-warm truth and a backbone hymn Old lies knocking but I don't let them in I don't need chains when the word gets written Mouth got sharp and the room got shaking Fear got loud but the floor got taken You don't own my name, you don't own my waking You don't own the soul when the truth starts breaking I came with the question and the quake in the cadence Who made the wound into lord of the statement? Pain asked questions, but praise got blatant Now the whole room moves when the lie gets vacant [Final Hook - massive male gospel-rap chant, full congregation backing] Who told you that? Who gave fear the floor? Who crowned that lie and called it Lord? Not my name! Not my breath! Not my soul! Not my death! Who told you that? Who signed that claim? I break that word in Jesus' name! [Outro - voice only, tape wobble] Fear had a microphone. [whisper] Not now. [final beat impact, speaker-rattle distortion] But truth took the room.
