### **[Intro]** *(The heavy studio door clicks shut. Complete silence for a second, then a cracked, echoing soul vocal loop cuts through the dark. A sharp scratch of the vinyl, and the ticking of a clock starts pacing)* Yeah... Everybody walked out. Lights down low. Just me, the microphone, and the truth. Let's see who stays when the smoke clears. Look. --- ### **[Verse 1]** [Verse] The dead silence in the room is louder than the applause I’m standing in the isolation booth inspecting my flaws But every scar is a lyric, every betrayal's a brick They left me lone in the studio while the clock started to tick I see the shadows on the glass, the engineers are all gone They think they left me in the dark, but I am holding the dawn A savage mind in a cage, I rip the script into shreds I’m hyperventilating over every word that they said They wanted commercial hooks, they wanted radio play But I am Brooklyn-born and raised, I do it the grittiest way No artificial energy, no counterfeit smiles I’ve been running through the wilderness for miles and miles The microphone is a lightning rod, it’s catching the grief A therapeutic release, a monumental relief So lock the doors from the outside, abandon the ship I’ve got a tight grip on the reality and I’m letting it rip! --- ### **[Chorus]** [Chorus - Soulful, high-pitched vocal sample cuts in] *Left alone in the cold...* *But the story ain't told...* *Yeah, you left me alone, now I’m taking the throne.* --- ### **[Verse 2]** [Verse] I put my hands on the pop shield, I can feel the vibration A spiritual conversation, a raw termination of patience They love you when you are quiet, they hate you when you are loud They want to put you in a box and push you back in the crowd But I’m a different dynamic, a technical architect I spent a lifetime in the basement manufacturing respect And now the laboratory's boiling, the chemical reacts I see the fingerprints of envy all over my tracks You thought I’d panic in the booth, cry a river and freeze? I brought the industry directly down to its knees Lyrical assassin with the multi-syllable flow The more you try to block the vision, the more it's gonna grow I’m shedding all the dead weight, the fraudulent clones I'm sitting heavy in the cut, reclaiming keys to the throne A masterclass in survival, watch the speaker cones blow I’m letting out the monster that they didn’t want you to know! --- ### **[Chorus]** [Chorus - Soulful, aggressive harmony] *Left alone in the cold...* *But the story ain't told...* *Yeah, you left me alone, now I’m taking the throne.* --- ### **[Verse 3]** [Verse] The tears mix with the ink, it’s a beautiful mess I’m turning all of this trauma into a grandmaster chess You played a checkers routine, you wanted instant success I wanted legacy built from the absolute depth of the mud I poured the venom from my veins until the battery spilt blood Street-level philosophy, a heavy emotional toll They tried to buy out my publishing, they tried to purchase my soul But there's no price on the grit, there’s no tag on the pain I am the structural damage that you left out in the rain I hear the sirens in the distance echoing through the wall A stark reminder of the concrete where the giants can fall But I am standing on the foundation, cement on the boots While you were pruning the branches, I was protecting the roots I’m medical with the delivery, an explosive release Awakened the beast, and now I’m crashing the feast! --- ### **[Chorus]** [Chorus - Fading out into raw, passionate vocals] *Left alone in the cold...* *But the story ain't told...* *Yeah, you left me alone, now I’m taking the throne.* --- ### **[Verse 4]** [Verse] So keep the change and the handouts, keep the fake industry links I’m staring straight at my reflection, I don’t care what it thinks The final invoice is delivered, no negotiation is made The absolute truth is exposed, and every debit is paid You wanted mainstream attention, a mention inside of a tweet I wanted permanent status, a permanent stamp on the street The record skipping on your name, the whole illusion is blocked The vault is heavily guarded, the studio door is locked I’m pacing back and forth, the heavy bassline is dropping The atmosphere is majestic, and there is no way of stopping A hard-hitting reminder of the trap that you set I’m writing history in the dark, I’m clearing the debt No signatures on your dotted line, the narrative's mine I’m running straight through the matrix, I’m running the line The microphone is still smoking, the engineer's coming back But Mercy's already gone... I left it all on the track. --- ### **[Outro]** [Outro] (The soul sample warbles and slows down, mimicking a tape stop. A final, heavy heavy bass drop echoes, leaving only the sound of Mercy's heavy breathing in the booth before the master channel goes completely dead.)
