[Style: Tonal balance first: open, defined low mids with restrained resonance and no boxy coloration. Preserve warm analogue body with clear upper-mid articulation, natural high-frequency air and defined transient edges. Maintain a smooth, natural spectral balance with a gentle pink-noise-like tilt, preserving warmth, presence and air without localized buildup, scooping or exaggerated brightness .Keep the vocal intimate and forward in an airy center. Place sustained textures and reflections across distinct left-right and front-back planes. Low-end clarity enforced: sub bass and kick occupy separate frequency bands, no overlap with pad tail or FX bass, sidechain shaping and dynamic EQ maintain low-end focus without mud or distortion, pad filtered below 100H] [Verse 1] Got the grin on lock, like it came with a padlock Same old me in the mirror, but the frame got cracked I wore the good-guy face at work, then I came back flat Shoes by the door, keys in the bowl, and I hated that Took the mask off slow, let the room see my jaw Let the silence do the talking, let it check what it saw No more nodding just to blend in with the crowd at the table No more acting like a small thing just to keep folks stable I been quiet too long, been nice in the wrong rooms Been selling my own fire for a seat and a clean tune Now I’m done with the costume, done with the polite lean If I say what I mean now, that’s the whole scene [Chorus] Hip hip, I got the power, watch the mask fold Hip hip, I got the power, let the truth show I was split in two, now I move like one voice Hip hip, I got the power — that’s my choice [Verse 2] They wanted the edited cut, the soft tone, the same face I gave them the stamped version, neat lines, safe place But the real one was in the back, tapping on the glass pane Saying, “open that door, let me take my name back” I don’t need your approval, I don’t need the filter I don’t need to shrink down just to make the room clearer I’ve been building from the scar tissue, steady and raw Not loud for the sake of it, just real when I talk If I shake a few walls, cool, let them shake I’m not hiding in the chorus just to keep it all straight Mask on the floor now, I can breathe in the open Hip hip to the pressure — I turned it into motion [Chorus] Hip hip, I got the power, watch the mask fold Hip hip, I got the power, let the truth show I was split in two, now I move like one voice Hip hip, I got the power — that’s my choice [Bridge] Hands off the script, I’m rewriting the frame Same face, new nerve, same name, no shame What they called a flaw was a door I could use I walked through myself, and I kept the view [Chorus] Hip hip, I got the power, watch the mask fold Hip hip, I got the power, let the truth show I was split in two, now I move like one voice Hip hip, I got the power — that’s my choice
