(Intro - Feedback squeals, distorted bass drops a simple, heavy rhythm) (Verse 1 - Rap Flow, Low, controlled anger) Yeah, I been watching you, clocking your moves Testing the boundary, crossing the groove Thinking this silence means that I'm weak You mistake my patience for something meek You got that sour look, that entitled stare Speaking over me like I'm not even there Newsflash, buddy, that passive act is done My grace period's over, the battle's begun. (Pre-Chorus - Rising tension, spoken word/yelled) You think you own the room? Think you own my time? You think your little narrative is some kind of paradigm? Wrong. You miscalculated. You got the math reversed. Listen close, 'cause I'm about to give you the absolute worst. The Breakdown (Chorus - SCREAMO, full-throttle, raw vocals over heavy, double-kick drumming and chaotic guitar riffs) GET THE FUCK BACK! I'M NOT YOUR DOORMATE! THIS IS MY SPACE! YOU'RE SEALING YOUR OWN FATE! I’M NOT YOUR DUMPSTER! FOR YOUR TRASH AND LIES! OPEN YOUR EYES! AND SEE THE FIRE IN MY EYES! NO MORE FREE PASSES! THE TOLL IS PAID IN BLOOD! ZERO TOLERANCE! MISUNDERSTOOD! (Verse 2 - Rap Flow, Fast, punchy, spitting cadence) Every micro-aggression, every subtle slight I logged it in the ledger, I marked it in the night You push, I give an inch, you think you've won the mile You tried to steal my energy, tried to curb my style But I built this fortitude on the broken things you threw Now every verbal weapon, it's bouncing back to you I'm locking up the gate, throwing the key away I will not let your poison contaminate my day. The era of the "Yes, Man" is rotting on the vine This new constitution, the power is all mine. (Pre-Chorus - Rising tension, spoken word/yelled) You think you own the room? Think you own my time? You think your little narrative is some kind of paradigm? Wrong. You miscalculated. You got the math reversed. Listen close, 'cause I'm about to give you the absolute worst. The Breakdown (Chorus - SCREAMO, full-throttle, raw vocals over heavy, double-kick drumming and chaotic guitar riffs) GET THE FUCK BACK! I'M NOT YOUR DOORMATE! THIS IS MY SPACE! YOU'RE SEALING YOUR OWN FATE! I’M NOT YOUR DUMPSTER! FOR YOUR TRASH AND LIES! OPEN YOUR EYES! AND SEE THE FIRE IN MY EYES! NO MORE FREE PASSES! THE TOLL IS PAID IN BLOOD! ZERO TOLERANCE! MISUNDERSTOOD! (Bridge - Beat slows, dark, heavy guitar riff. Rap spoken word, cold and deliberate) You see the line? It's drawn in the concrete. Cross it once more, you’ll taste the defeat. I'm not asking, I'm defining. This is the final plea. Your toxic energy will not stick to me. (Build-up - Voice gets louder, beat speeds up) I'm cleanin' out the system! I'm resetting the whole score! You knock again, I swear, I'm never opening the door! (Outro - SCREAMO high-pitched, desperate, then a final rap punchline) NEVER AGAIN! I WILL NOT BOW DOWN! MY VOICE IS THUNDER! SHAKING THIS WHOLE TOWN! (SCREAM) FUCK YOUR SHIT! (Beat cuts instantly to a final, dry, cymbal crash and a whispered/rapped line) ...Keep it moving.
