[INTRO] [static] [synth] [build-up] [energy: medium] [guitar: distorted, rhythmic] [drums: syncopated] [volume: soft] [VERSE 1] [male] [rap] [fast-paced] [guitar] [bass] [drums] [energy: medium] [gritty] Yeah, check the mic, one two, the static's the sound Of the old guard drowning, their whole scene underground. They all say the same things, wear the same damn chains, Spittin' fictional wealth while they're all stuck in the same damn lanes. I'm the anomaly, the loose cannon in the function, They all readin' from a script while I'm stuck in a construction Of a new language, a new way to move on the pavement. You just talk about the change, man, I live and breathe the replacement. [PRE-CHORUS] [male] [rap] [intensifying] [drums: build-up] [synth] [energy: high] [crescendo] [drum fill: suspenseful, energy: high] [CHORUS] [male] [melodic] [powerful] [guitar: heavy, distorted] [drums] [bass] [synth] [energy: very high] [intense] [guitar riff: aggressive] I ain't here to fit inside your box, your beat, your sound. I'm here to tear the motherfucker down and rebuild it from the ground. You see a problem, you just write a sad song about it. I see a system to break, yeah, I got no doubt about it. So watch me shift the paradigm while you're stuck in rewind. I'm the change you're scared to make, playin' tricks on your mind. The differentiator, the one who refuses to be the same. Burnin' down your fuckin' board game, call it by a new name. [guitar solo: intense, energy: high] [VERSE 2] [male] [rap] [fast-paced] [guitar] [bass] [drums] [energy: medium] [gritty] [synth: glitch] Let me tell you a story 'bout a kid on the corner, Ain't nothin' for him there, just a world gettin' warmer With the heat of the hatred spewed from the men in the suits. They'd bleed him dry, sell his hope for their goddamn boots. He saw the graffiti tags, the broken glass, the decay. A masterpiece of failure, designed to make you obey. He didn't write a sonnet, didn't sing no fuckin' blues, He picked up a spray can, gave 'em all a new set of rules. One color, two, three, a phoenix risin' from the grime. Turnin' their sterile silence into a scream that rhymes With the heartbeat of the forgotten, the ones they left behind. That's the change, motherfucker, leavin' your whole world behind. [BRIDGE] [male] [melodic] [intense] [guitar: heavy] [bass] [drums] [strings] [energy: high] [tense] They'll call you a madman, a fool, a disruptor, a criminal. A stain on their perfect picture, something subliminal. They'll offer you a seat at their table if you just quiet down, Trade your fire for a golden, smiley-faced crown. But the taste of the real world, the grit and the grime and the sweat, Is a million times sweeter than all the fuckin' regrets Of a life half-lived, a voice left unsaid, a thought that was bought. I'll be a beggar in the truth 'fore I'm a king in their plot. [drum fill: intense] [crescendo] [energy: very high] [CHORUS] [male] [melodic] [powerful] [guitar: heavy, distorted] [drums] [bass] [synth] [energy: very high] [intense] [strings: epic] I ain't here to fit inside your box, your beat, your sound. I'm here to tear the motherfucker down and rebuild it from the ground. You see a problem, you just write a sad song about it. I see a system to break, yeah, I got no doubt about it. So watch me shift the paradigm while you're stuck in rewind. I'm the change you're scared to make, playin' tricks on your mind. The differentiator, the one who refuses to be the same. Burnin' down your fuckin' board game, call it by a new name. [guitar solo: intense, complex, energy: very high] [VERSE 3] [male] [rap] [aggressive] [guitar] [bass] [drums] [energy: high] [turntable scratches] [gritty] They use double meanings, I use a double-barrel truth. Aimed at the lies they sold us since the days of our youth. "Work hard," they said, "and you'll get your just due." Bitch, the house always wins, and the game was rigged for you. "Love your neighbor," preach the men who build the walls. "Free speech," they shout, while they're silencing the calls For equality, for justice, for a piece of the pie. I speak a language that make the devil in a three-piece suit cry. It ain't the curses, see, that's just the spice on the top. It's the truth in the curse, it's the non-stop Unraveling of the thread they wove so tight around your soul. That's the real fuck you, that's the thing that takes its toll. [BRIDGE] [male] [melodic] [reflective] [piano] [strings] [energy: medium] [melancholic] [volume: soft] It's a lonely road, this path of makin' somethin' new. Lookin' at the ocean of faces, wonderin' who Is gonna come with you, who's gonna stay behind. But the price of bein' different is a state of mind. You gotta love the echo in the empty chamber more Than the applause of the crowd that came before. Gotta find the rhythm in the static, the art in the flaw. That's the only way you ever beat the fuckin' law... of the average. [build-up] [crescendo] [drums: intensifying] [energy
