Twenty Thousand Hooks 🪝✒️ ( Do you feel Lucky? 🍀🐇)

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 [Intro – spoken / revolver click] You said the thing you hated most was songs written about you. Interesting confession. I didn’t bring one. I brought twenty thousand. [Verse 1] Little brother, wounded healer, mirror in the room, Kept the family secrets like a candle in a tomb. Gaslight on the ceiling, revision in the hall, Everybody changed the story when the money made the call. I was loyal to the lie till the lie bit back, Kept your enemies close? I studied that track. Sun Tzu in the blood, Marcus in the spine, Nietzsche in the shadow saying, “Cut the golden line.” You thought silence meant I couldn’t see the plot, Low-latent lightning connected every dot. Every pause, every smirk, every sideways knife, Every missing frame in the movie of my life. Then betrayal came dressed like a family prayer, Locked up the funds and called it fair. “Be loyal to the story or you don’t get free,” So I came back with plagues numbered one through twenty. [Pre-Chorus] Receipts in the cloud, texts in the flame, Photos got dates, videos got names. You built a kingdom out of “That never happened,” I built a discography out of the pattern. [Chorus – 808 drop] Five shots or six? Do you feel lucky? Every song is a brick in the wall where you stuck me. You hated one track, now the sky turns black. Twenty thousand hooks coming down like facts. Five shots or six? Do you feel lucky? [Post-Chorus – chant] Let my people go. Let the truth roll. Let the mask crack. Let the mirror show. Let my people go. Let the lies burn slow. Pharaoh met the playlist, now the plagues download. [Verse 2] Dirty Harry calm with a Doc Holliday grin, Bugs Bunny wit when the war drums begin. “You call that betrayal? That’s adorable, Jack.” Then I pull another song from a rabbit-hole stack. John Wick with a notebook, Hemingway lean, Mark Twain laughing at the public machine. Shakespeare in the balcony, Swearengen at the bar, Saying, “There’s the mask, kid—now show who they are.” Dr. Ford wrote loops, Maeve broke code, Wyatt walked out where the old world froze. Campbell said, “The cave that you fear is the gate,” So I walked through the shadow with a master tape. Freud saw the wound, Jung saw the crown, Alice lit the temple while the walls came down. Every insult you hid, every cruel little game, Every kick-toy moment got filed by name. [Pre-Chorus 2] You didn’t fear rage, you feared recall, The empath with receipts who remembered it all. You didn’t fear truth when it whispered alone, Now it has bass and a microphone. [Chorus] Five shots or six? Do you feel lucky? Every song is a brick in the wall where you stuck me. You hated one track, now the sky turns black. Twenty thousand hooks coming down like facts. Five shots or six? Do you feel lucky? [Bridge – Dante descent] Circle one: the charm offensive. Circle two: the edited past. Circle three: the smiling witness who never makes the kindness last. Circle four: the money kingdom. Circle five: the rage disguised. Circle six: the holy victim with a predator behind his eyes. Circle seven: all the kick toys. Circle eight: the fraud in gold. Circle nine: the frozen traitor where the family myth turns cold. I walk down every staircase, not screaming, not lost. Just naming every demon and charging them the cost. [Breakdown – spoken / sub-bass pulse] You had a reality distortion field. I had timestamps. You had flying monkeys. I had footage. You had money. I had memory. You had the mask. I had the meaning behind the meaning. [Final Verse] This is what happens when a tyrant gets vain, Mistakes empathy for a leash and pain. Mistakes forgiveness for permanent fog, Mistakes the little brother for the family dog. But the wounded healer studied the wound, Turned every bruise into a war-room tune. Every gaslit night, every “You’re too much,” Every fake concern, every poisoned touch. You sold a golden mask and a private hell, Took pleasure in pressure, control, and doubt. Then got confused when the mirror walked out. Now the curse is simple, clean, and fair: Not fists, not threats, not thunder in air. Just truth with rhythm, truth with drums, Truth in thousands until judgment comes. [Final Chorus – full rave / guitar solo] Five shots or six? Do you feel lucky? Every song is a brick in the wall where you stuck me. You hated one track, now the sky turns black. Twenty thousand hooks coming down like facts. Five shots or six? Do you feel lucky? [Final Chant] Let my people go. Let the truth roll. Let the mask crack. Let the mirror show. Pharaoh met the playlist, now the plagues download. Pharaoh met the mirror, now the truth gets loud. [Outro – spoken / cylinder spin] You asked for loyalty to the lie. I brought loyalty to the record. You asked me to forget. I wrote it in stereo. So tell me, Pharaoh… do you feel lucky?