"I ANSWER TO THE MAKER" Written by 12Gauge858 DA BEAST / 12Gauge858 Music Response to “Total Annihilation” — Queensbro / BLACKSONIX / SILL-E © 2026 12Gauge858 Music. All Rights Reserved. 08.20.2026 Lyrics Data Drive [INTRO — pitch-black / heartbeat / chain drag] [distant distorted voices] Total annihilation… Matrix… Delete the fight… [chain drags] DA BEAST — low Queensbro… BLACKSONIX… SILL-E… Y’all said— TOTAL annihilation? [pause] Be careful what you ask God to destroy. I spent years thinking everybody else was the enemy… until He showed me— me. [electric blues guitar SCREAM] DA BEAST! [VERSE 1 — controlled / menacing] You bend bullets? I bent knees. You broke code? I broke me. Watched anger turn a good man into something I ain’t wanna see. Walked in every room already measuring threats, chest out, jaw locked, remembering disrespect. Thought strength meant nobody could ever make me fold. Till I learned carrying rage ain’t carrying soul. I know that younger me. I know how he thinks. Still whispering from the basement when I’m standing on the brink. “Let me out.” Nah. Spent too many years learning how to disarm him. I ain’t scared of that Beast— I just don’t worship him. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [snare CRACK] You entered the Matrix looking for something to rewrite. I entered my darkness and finally turned on the light. Found pride in the corner, fear underneath, anger holding memories I swore I had beat. So if this is annihilation, don’t aim at my brother. Put that crosshair on the part of me that stopped loving another. [HOOK — huge male chant / dark choir] TOTAL ANNIHILATION! Kill the pride. Kill the fear. Kill that voice saying I gotta prove why I’m here. TOTAL ANNIHILATION! Old me trying to rise? Put him back underground— I ain’t giving him my life. Rewrite the Matrix. Terminate the game. I DON’T ANSWER TO THE MATRIX— I ANSWER TO THE MAKER’S NAME. TOTAL ANNIHILATION! Let everything false fall away. If it can’t stand before God ANNIHILATE IT TODAY! [VERSE 2 — accelerating] SILL-E sees the code. Respect. Man can rap. Black belt with the pen, every syllable attack. BLACKSONIX brought the blood, said the battle already won. That’s where DA BEAST stopped— brother… that’s the One. I ain’t the Savior. Never claimed to be. Somebody already wore that crown— and it damn sure wasn’t me. [beat cuts] You rewrite the code? I met the Author. [beat SLAMS] The One who found this monster when the monster wandered farther. Pulled rage from my chest, put conviction in its place, taught these hands that strength ain’t always fists raised. Sometimes strength is walking off. Sometimes strength says, “Nah.” Sometimes strength is hitting your knees and giving it to God. The old me loved war. Loved settling the score. But what happens when you win and still can’t sleep anymore? Enemy gone— but anger still with me? That’s when I learned what victory really means. Victory ain’t bodies lying on the floor. Victory was locking that Beast away— and not needing him anymore. [BREAKDOWN — heartbeat only] [younger DA BEAST — distorted] You getting soft. DA BEAST No. They won’t respect you. Don’t need it. Let me handle it. No. LET ME OUT! [DA BEAST whispers] I know what you do when I open that door. The old me still thinks like a Marine. Assess the threat. Control the room. Finish the mission. Don’t hesitate. Don’t leave danger standing. [pause] That thinking works when survival is the mission. But bring it into every argument, every insult, every wound— and that mindset gets too deadly. The old me don’t want resolution. He wants neutralization. That’s why he stays behind that door. Not because I fear him. Because I know him. I spent years learning to disarm you. I’m not rebuilding the weapon. [deep inhale] AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [guitar WAIL] [VERSE 3 — double-time / unleashed] Lion don’t need a pack? True. I ain’t arguing that. But even lions know a King when the King walks past. Red pill? Blue pill? Brother, keep both. I got blood on a Cross and an empty tomb giving hope. You talk simulation. I talk transformation. You talk deleting competition. I talk restoration. What’s the point of annihilating everybody in sight if the thing killing you still goes home with you at night? I fought shadows. Memories. Dates on calendars. Grief came back roaring like somebody opened canisters. Fought voices saying rage was the only way to survive. Then Christ looked into this Beast and reminded me— I’m alive. Don’t confuse peace with DA BEAST getting weak. That old Marine still lives in me— and his thinking gets too deadly to let him make decisions for me. He sees threats where patience sees a man. He sees targets where grace says understand. He says—
