[Intro — sample chop tease] (Chopped movie sample stutters in isolation, vinyl crackle present, no drums yet, building tension) [Beat drop — full breakbeat] (Chopped breakbeat drums enter with swing, sub-bass hits warm and rounded, stutter-edit fills punctuating the groove) [Verse — vocals in the pocket] (Aggressive rap vocal enters low-mid, dense flow locking into the stutter rhythm of the chopped drums, sample chops continue weaving underneath) [Break — stripped groove] (Drums thin out, cinematic sample chop takes focus, sub-bass holds low, vocal drops out for texture breather) [Drop 2 — full energy peak] (All elements return thicker, drum breaks more chopped and complex, vocal flow intensifies, sub-bass modulation more aggressive but still major-leaning) [Outro — chop decay] (Sample fragments decelerate and fade, vinyl crackle lingers, sub-bass tail fades last) --- VERSE 1 We livin' in a kingdom of crooked mirrors, fashion's just a front, They swallow all the bullshit, never question what they want, Knives flyin' at your back, like gossip bites like flies, Is this the crowd you throwin' songs to? Look 'em in the eyes. VERSE 2 In the race of cheap-ass fools who want it all right now, Doubts fall apart like puzzle pieces, can't afford to bow, Everybody wants somethin' free, straight off your dime, Some ain't even human, more like cattle outta line. VERSE 3 Give a hand - they bite it, don't - you got no heart, Like stealin' someone's soul and shippin' it apart, What's a fool gon' tell me, I see deeper than the cracks, I'm risin' up but no one's happy - guess they ain't got my back. VERSE 4 Some lie but got no skill, they lack the imagination, Some blame you for their pain out of pure frustration, I'm tired of pleasin' people, tired of playin' nice, Come around me one more time - you'll need the ambulance twice! VERSE 5 Don't play along if trust don't last past the first mistake, If truth make the liars rise up, watchin' you break, When the last friend leaves you like trash left on a page, You gon' fall down further, boomerangs comin' with rage! VERSE 6 Fuck the ones who cry about someone else's vest, I read it in your eyes, you're an open book at best, Threats and playin' victim, that's the wackest part, I spit on friendships like that, jackals ain't got my heart. VERSE 7 Homies turned to traitors - a show of the unworthy, Tell them parasites to fuck off, you better, worthy, Help 'em out fifty times, refuse once - you're crucified, Rules gon' die out in the battle, like ten soldiers side by side! VERSE 8 Later that same friend comes back like nothin' ever happened, Forgive him for the hundredth time or knock him flat and slap him, Some folks keep on eatin' shit, the last true fool alive, Every other person's scared of bein' left behind, deprived.
