[Intro: 112 BPM; original six-note synth-bass riff twice; deep techno kick; dark Rhodes ninth chords; short electric-guitar blues answer; eight seconds] [Verse 1: robotic male bass-baritone rap; clear metallic diction; tight paired rhymes] Money meant for meals, money meant for care, Somebody got rich while the cupboards went bare. Put it on a form, make the figures look clean, Then buy another property with money skimmed between. I get deductions every time they cut my pay, Nobody asks permission when they take that cash away. But ask where it went and they shuffle through a stack, Bro, I want the records—and I want that money back. [Hook: bright robotic tenor chant; low synthetic replies] Missing millions, Check that bill. Somebody ate— Who got their fill? Open the books, Follow the wire. Don't call it a glitch When the numbers climb higher. [Turnaround: six-note bass riff twice; guitar doubles final three notes; filtered organ swell] [Verse 2: rounded robotic mid-tenor rap; sharper syncopation] If you billed a thousand meals, show the food you bought, Show the dates and quantities, show the mouths you sought. If the records don't agree, explain the missing sum, Don't tell me I'm impatient when I ask where it came from. A signature means something when you put it on a claim, Don't shrug and blame the office like the paper signed your name. And if the money bought a house instead of feeding kids, Bring the deeds into the courtroom—show exactly what it did. [Hook: low talkbox growl; upper-octave response] Missing millions, Check that bill. Somebody ate— Who got their fill? Open the books, Follow the wire. Don't call it a glitch When the numbers climb higher. [Instrumental: eight bars; clean electric guitar develops bass riff through bent thirds and clipped octaves; Rhodes answers; steady techno pulse] [Verse 3: low robotic rap; deliberate phrasing; sparse percussion] Miss a tax payment, there's a letter in the mail, With a deadline and a warning and a balance down the trail. Funny how the little debts
