{ "lyrics": "[Intro - Spoken]\nWho shot ya?\nNah, I ain't talkin' the rooftop kid —\nI'm talkin' who wrote the script, who set the stage,\nWho lowered that flag like curtains on a play,\nWho had the earpieces buzzin' with \"hold, not yet\"?\nAnswer me.\n\n[Verse 1]\nYou call yourself law and order,\nBut when the barrel barked, order broke,\nAgents movin' like choreo, off-procedure, slow cloak,\nFlag sinkin' like sunset, perfect backdrop for the photo,\nBlood on your ear, but clean skin in the follow-up —\nExplain that, Mr. \"Truth,\"\nWhere's the scar? Where's the doctor?\nWhere's the sworn report,\nOr is it buried in the same vault where your tax sins rot?\n\n[Hook]\nWho shot ya? Who framed the frame?\nWho played martyr in a power game?\nI ain't buyin' the script, ain't recitin' the lie,\nElijah in the booth and the fire won't die.\n\n[Verse 2 - Crooks Wordplay]\nDonald, you hunt every enemy you name —\nDA's, AG's, old aides, the whole chain —\nBut when Crooks took aim, you let the trail go cold,\nGuess you save your fire for the charges you can't control.\nYou dodge subpoenas like you dodge the truth,\nFraud counts, defamation — guilty in the booth.\nCrooks pulled the trigger, but Crook's on the stage,\nSellin' martyr smoke to cover up the cage.\nYou got saints in your crowd,\nBut they pray to your image, not the Living Word,\nYou make golden calves outta rally merch\nWhile the temple burns.\n\n[Hook]\nWho shot ya? Who lined the sight?\nWho made profit from the martyr night?\nDon't quote law, don't wave that flag,\nWhen your truth's a stage and your justice lags.\n\n[Bridge - Call & Response]\n(Jack) - \"Show me the scar!\"\n(Choir) - \"It ain't there!\"\n(Jack) - \"Show me the files!\"\n(Choir) - \"They don't care!\"\n(Jack) - \"Show me the faith!\"\n(Choir) - \"False shepherds preachin'!\"\n(Jack) - \"Who shot ya?\"\n(All) - \"The truth's still reachin'!\"\n\n[Verse 3]\nI'm not here for your MAGA martyr crown,\nI'm here to flip every table in your temple town,\nTo call false prophets what they are —\nVipers dressed in red ties, preachin' from war cars.\nThe streets saw chaos, the sky saw signs,\nBut heaven don't bless no staged design.\nYou dodge questions like you dodge the draft,\nBut the trumpet's gonna sound and cut that act in half.\n\n[Outro - Spoken]\nWho shot ya?\nYou know the answer.\nAnd so does every angel keepin' record.\nRevolution don't forget.\nRevolution don't forgive." }
