[Intro] Yo son, the crystal ball don't lie — I clocked it comin' clear Forty-seven signs the apocalypse been engineered right here [Verse 1] I'm standin' at the corner where the Flatbush meets the final page Watchin' lil' kiddy congressmen audition for the end of age The blueprint's ash, the architects are trapped inside their own cage But Righteous never ducked — I'm walkin' center-stage into the blaze Ain't bunker-dwellin', curtains drawn, and existentially dazed Homies rollin' carry-ons toward exits while I stand amazed That nobody's gonna square up to the darkness and just say "I'm built for this" — hey hey, I'm built for this, and I'ma stay The tension in the atmosphere is thick enough to chew and taste CNN's a ticker-tape parade of terror runnin' at a pace Where every talkin' head is sprayin' Armageddon on your face Fear is just a Starter cap you're rockin' 'cause you lost your place I'm clockin' Godzilla silhouettes stretch long across the Triborough The city swallowed '01 whole and still came back tomorrow Pressure is the laboratory — crisis is the narrow Path that separates the marrow from the men who only borrow [Hook] Stand up — I said stand up, the dark ain't deep enough to quit Stand up — I said stand up, we survived worse than this, admit it Y'all been waitin' for a sign? Yo son, this is it The world is half-cocked and I'm still here — I ain't runnin', not a bit [Verse 2] Bout to break it down for every schmoe who's paralyzed and scared Scrollin' through catastrophe like every headline's been declared The masterfully engineered collapse they swore we couldn't've beared Is just another chapter, homie — Jack Righteous came prepared I been disastrously aware since I was readin' off the board Since I was stackin' from the concrete, didn't know what lay in store No Nordic Track to easy street, no silver spoon, no open door Now I'm droppin' bars like D-Day — every line a loaded sword (Ha-ha — loaded sword, loaded word, same thing, ask the Lord) The infesting of the airwaves with the gospel of defeat Is Risperdal for cowards who don't wanna feel the heat I'm on a Midtown rooftop, forty stories, concrete at my feet This city's got a pulse and I been locked into its beat Ain't no exuberance in hidin' while the tide is rollin' in Immortality ain't promised but the fight is — so begin Partna', look your neighbor in the eye, acknowledge what you're in Then double-knot your boots and step into the storm — no grin [Hook] Stand up — I said stand up, the dark ain't deep enough to quit Stand up — I said stand up, we survived worse than this, admit it Y'all been waitin' for a sign? Yo son, this is it The world is half-cocked and I'm still here — I ain't runnin', not a bit [Bridge] Ha-ha — y'all thought the Righteous tucked and bled? I'm a mole hill they kept callin' mountain 'til it spread Controversy is the oxygen I'm breathin' in instead Of the comfortable, the quiet, and the peacefully brain-dead [Verse 3] Fuck it — I'ma say what every mothafuckin' mirror shows The man who folds at forty-seven signs is one who never grows I watched the Dow detonate, I watched the headlines fall in rows But anyways — the thing that really terrifies me most is froze When everything was manageable and stakes were low and clean Now the stakes are skyscraper-high, the tallest ever seen I'm talkin' '08 collapse, I'm talkin' Bloomberg's fever dream Times Square at 3 AM before the tourists killed the scene (Back when 42nd Street was still a place that made you scream) Every era births its darkness — ours just streams in 4K frames Every scroll is algorithmically built to torch your brain with flames But I'm a blueprint drawn in permanent — I don't dilute my claims Heyyy! — the only smack worth landin' is the one that sparks the flames Into something — sixty blocks from where the towers used to stand tall Where the city built a garden on the ground beneath the freefall Where the lesson isn't silence and it isn't protocol I ain't preachin' — I'm just ringin' every mothafuckin' bell in the hall [Hook] Stand up — I said stand up, the dark ain't deep enough to quit Stand up — I said stand up, we survived worse than this, admit it Y'all been waitin' for a sign? Yo son, this is it The world is half-cocked and I'm still here — I ain't runnin', not a bit — Written with Melody Genie 🧞 — melodygenie.app
