Busted Bus x Cold Block (Mashup)

[singer A] Gas fees high, cost of living through the roof, American Dream's a busted bus at 3:15, sitting proof. Picket fence rusted, white collar in a choke, While billionaires bet the futures we broke. They fraction hope on a Layer 2 chain, Inflation hanging close, numbing out the pain. The subway turnstile eats every last cent, Leaves me with the echo of a debt event. So I plug into code, build the future from scratch, Open-source spirit the matrix can't catch. [transition] [singer B] I stepped out the haze, face like rent due Thirty-seven winters, still hard to offend you They talk big math, I talk bad luck receipts My pockets got holes, my pride still got seats I read the room like a mugshot file Every smile look borrowed, every promise hostile I’m a cold case file with a warm little grin One foot in the gutter, one foot in the wind [pre-chorus] Everybody got a theory, nobody got proof I been on the edge so long it started feeling cute I could sell a moonrock to a room full of skeptics Then laugh at the ledger like, "Who really checked it?" [chorus] I’m the punchline they can’t hold Cold case soul, cheap code Laugh too loud, still cold Still broke, still woke I’m the punchline they can’t hold Old pain, new road Smiling like I know What they don’t know [transition] [singer A] They prime the nightly news with a ghost overseas, Paint a distant flag like it’s the final disease. Keep the panic button hot, keep the volume in red, Feed manufactured terror straight into the head. Wanna keep us folding inward, keep us hunting a threat, While we’re drowning in the quicksand of an engineered debt. Yeah, they wave the saber high, scream about some state, When the monsters in our pockets run the whole debate. See, Americans ain't shaking at the shadow in Tehran, We’re scared of waking up and seeing what we owe, man. It’s that eight-percent compounding on a twenty-year degree, For a piece of paper that just certified the bleed. You got deans in marble offices stacking heavy checks, While a twenty-something server drowns under their stress. Student loans got us paralyzed, trapped inside a cage, Signing papers as a kid, paying till old age. And health insurance? Man, that’s the last robbery, A bureaucratic nightmare wrapped in corporate mockery. Pay a monthly premium to get a stamped denial, Pre-existing conditions buried in a file. You get sick in the land of the free and wealthy brave, And they bill you for the room before they dig the grave. [melodic transition] [singer B] I seen kings in cheap chains act rich for the night Wake up with a headache and a borrowed highlight They preach like prophets with a dirty little grin Then panic when the bill for the truth rolls in I keep my ethics in a paper cup Half full, half "what the hell, give it up" I’m a poet with receipts and a crooked gold tooth Every hard truth funny when it gets too loose They said "build your future," so I built me a fence Around my bad ideas and my common sense Now the wolves at the gate want a quote, want a name I gave them a shrug and a punchline with shame [chorus] I’m the punchline they can’t hold Cold case soul, cheap code Laugh too loud, still cold Still broke, still woke I’m the punchline they can’t hold Old pain, new road Smiling like I know What they don’t know [transition] [singer A] So cut the geopolitical scare tactics on the screen, That’s just smoke and mirrors for the modern guillotine. We ain’t scared of foreign borders or the boogeymen they paint, We’re just trying to survive the things that made the system faint. Cold Case style—looking right past the mask, Unmasking the machinery is the task.