Director's Cut

[Intro] [Cinematic strings swell] (Frame by frame) (What you see ain't always real) [Chorus] They watching life through a different lens Zoomed in on the spectacle, missing the intent Director yelling action but the script been bent Wide angle on the struggle, close-up on the rent Filters on the truth till the message get spent Camera never lies but the editor does [Verse 1] I been shooting in first person, documentary style No rehearsals for this chapter, just survival Panoramic view of everything I been through Switched the aperture, now I focus on the vital They want me in their frame, play a role I never lived Method acting poverty while they profit off the image Blockbuster budget but my people still the extras Hollywood accounting got us working for percentages Crane shot rising, see the system from above Genre switching, this ain't comedy or love More like psychological thriller in the cut Production value high but the storyline corrupt Cinematographer capturing the pain in 4K Slow motion trauma, they replay it every day [Chorus] They watching life through a different lens Zoomed in on the spectacle, missing the intent Director yelling action but the script been bent Wide angle on the struggle, close-up on the rent Filters on the truth till the message get spent Camera never lies but the editor does [Verse 2] Steadicam following me through the montage Jump cuts in my memory, can't recall the collage They framing us for crimes, call it narrative perspective Wrote myself into the screenplay, now I'm the objective Auteur of my own feature, no studio control Final cut privileges tatted on my soul [Break] [Thunderous orchestral hits] [Heavy percussion builds] [Massive brass swells] [Intense string arrangements crescendo] [Sound design elements cascade] [Epic cinematic climax] [Verse 3] Post-production teams trying to reshape what's raw and real Color-grading reality until they break the color wheel Master shot composition while they manipulate the feel Behind the scenes footage show the tricks they all conceal Sharp as IMAX resolution when I break the fourth wall down Split-screen reality, my truth versus their compound Deep focus technique catching every layer they try to hide Match-cut transitions expose the lies they beautify Gaffer's light placement can't outshine authentic illumination Director's commentary track full of misinterpretation Film school philosophy but I'm teaching master classes In authenticity while they stack their digital assets Final print locked but I'm still editing the narrative Breaking aspect ratios, my vision's more comparative [Final Chorus] [Orchestral swells to maximum] They watching life through a different lens Zoomed in on the spectacle, missing the intent Director yelling action but the script been bent Wide angle on the struggle, close-up on the rent Filters on the truth till the message get spent Camera never lies but the editor does [Full orchestral explosion] [Outro] (Rolling, rolling) (Cut) [Strings fade]