[Intro] Huh, hear that? Out of my way. Huh, hear that? The room gets quiet when I walk in. [Verse 1] I walk in like a thought you tried to bury, quiet at first, then suddenly it gets heavy. Funny how the room gets smaller when I’m near, funny how the loudest voices disappear. Huh, hear that? You thought pressure only breaks a person, never wondered what it builds beneath the surface. Every scar became a reason to remember, every warning turned the fire into embers. Now I’m stepping through the door with nothing to prove, but there’s something in the air when I move. You can feel it in your bones before I speak, the strongest walls are always weakest underneath. Huh, hear that? I gave patience more chances than it deserved, gave silence a meaning, gave mercy its turn. But mercy has a limit when the line gets crossed, and sometimes what you fear is everything you caused. [Pre-Chorus] Huh, hear that? You wanted me smaller, you wanted me still. You kept feeding the fire— Now watch it burn. [Chorus] Out of my way. I’ve got nothing left to hide. You can stand there staring, but you can’t stop the tide. Huh, hear that? Out of my way. You don’t know what you awakened. You kept feeding the darkness, then wondered why it came in raging. I’m not your warning anymore. I’m the consequence you made. Out of my way. [Verse 2] I’ve been walking through the noise with my head held low, learning every face that smiles when they want control. People love the version of you they can contain, then call you dangerous when you step outside the frame. Huh, hear that? I learned that fear is just a language people teach, and power isn’t loud until it’s finally within reach. You can lock every door, you can build every wall, but nothing stays buried when it learns how to crawl. I don’t need revenge, I need room to breathe. There’s a difference between forgiveness and defeat. I can let the past exist without letting it command me, but don’t mistake my silence for somebody who can’t be angry. Huh, hear that? There’s a storm in every person you refuse to understand, and you kept throwing gasoline into mine with both hands. Now you look surprised because the fire has a face— You didn’t meet a monster. You created the rage. [Chorus] Out of my way. I’ve got nothing left to hide. You can stand there staring, but you can’t stop the tide. Huh, hear that? Out of my way. You don’t know what you awakened. You kept feeding the darkness, then wondered why it came in raging. I’m not your warning anymore. I’m the consequence you made. [Verse 3] Huh, hear that? Think about it. Every empire starts with somebody saying, “This will never fall.” Every cage starts with somebody believing the prisoner won’t ever fight the wall. Every silence has a breaking point, every wound has a memory. You can bury truth beneath a thousand lies, but buried things don’t lose their gravity. Huh, hear that? I don’t need to scream to make you understand, I just need to stand exactly where I am. Look into my eyes and tell me I’m still harmless, tell me all those years of pressure didn’t sharpen this. I became the thing you couldn’t predict, not because I wanted power, but because I learned exactly what it costs to protect what’s left of me. Huh, hear that? So if you’re wondering who walked through that door— It’s every version of me you thought you destroyed before. [Rap Break] Huh, hear that? Hear the footsteps. That’s history approaching. You wanted weakness? You should’ve stopped provoking. Talk about control while your hands keep shaking, talk about peace while the whole floor’s breaking. Huh, hear that? I don’t need a crown. I don’t need your throne. I don’t need permission to become my own. You tested the silence, you measured the flame—now you’re standing in front of something without a name. [Bridge] Maybe rage isn’t the opposite of reason. Maybe rage is reason after nobody listened. Huh, hear that? Maybe anger is the final voice of something that survived. And maybe I’m not here to destroy you. Maybe I’m here to remind you— I survived you. [Final Chorus] Out of my way. Hear the weight inside my steps. You can feel the ground move when a person has no fear left. Huh, hear that? Out of my way. You don’t know what you’re facing. I’m not asking for permission. I’m taking back my place in it. Huh, hear that? I’m not your warning anymore. I’m the answer to the question you ignored. Out of my way. You had your chance. Now I’m here. [Outro] Huh, hear that? I’m walking in. Out of my way.
