[Intro] [Low drone + heartbeat + vinyl crackle] [Sub-bass slowly rising] [Deep distorted male vocal] They gave you a name… Before you knew your own. They gave you a God… Before you asked for one. They gave you a flag… A side… A fear… An enemy… Before you even opened… your eyes. (Female whisper – layered, haunting) Shhh… Wake the fuck up. (Wake the FUCK up… up… up…) [Massive bouncy 808 drop] [Verse 1 – Male – aggressive bouncy flow] Born with a spark, they buried the flame, Tagged you with numbers then sold you a name. Fed you a script, now you play in the game, Different damn faces… everybody the same. Hooked on opinions like needles in veins, Truth getting lost in these borrowed-out brains. Talk like a prophet, repeat what you heard, Never once asking… who planted that word? Factory halos, factory sins, Factory losses, factory wins. Everybody yelling “I think!” — that’s cute… Who’s moving your mouth every time that you do? You call it freedom… I call it design. Factory thoughts in a factory mind. [Hook – Male + Female gang chant] WHO SAID SO?! (Prove it!) WHO SAID SO?! (Touch it!) WHO SAID SO?! (Live it!) WHO SAID SO?! Or keep pretending… [Verse 2 – Male – raw & direct] Screens don’t control you, they study your skin, Learning your heartbeat before they begin. One little headline, one little fear, One little whisper becomes loud and clear. Comfort feels holy, doubt feels like pain, Most people worship whatever feels safe. Truth isn’t cozy. Truth doesn’t beg. Truth leaves blood all over your legs. Everybody sharing… nobody knows. Everybody certain… nobody grows. You bought an identity ready to wear… Did you choose it… or find it there? [Bridge – Beat cuts, only sub-bass + breathing] Who’s driving? Who told you it was you? Who’s thinking? Who’s talking through you? (Female whisper – cold) Watch yourself… Watching yourself… [Massive explosion back into beat] [Final Drop – Full energy + double-time hats] WHO SAID SO?! WHO SAID SO?! WHO SAID SO?! PROVE IT! WHO SAID SO?! TOUCH IT! WHO SAID SO?! LIVE IT! One real scar beats a thousand borrowed stories. One drop of truth drowns an ocean of glory. If your truth can’t survive one real question… It was never truth — just a prettier deception. [Outro – Everything cuts, only vinyl crackle + sub-bass] Everybody wants the answer… Nobody wants the experiment. (Deep male spoken – cold) Don’t believe me… Prove me wrong. (Female whisper – distant) Born original… Don’t die a copy. [Glass shatters] [Deep sub-bass fades into silence]
