[CEDAR FLUTE — 4 NOTES] [BANJO ANSWERS] [9 PERCUSSION TICKS] [SUB DROPS] [VERSE 1] Lock the door, Pull the shades, Put the whole damn sky Across the table. Natal charts, Dates and names, Red lines running Where the roads ain't labeled. Cards on the left, Math on the right, Nine rooms deep And we're working tonight. Saturn says pressure. Jupiter says grow. Tarot says— "Look." I say— "Good. That's all I need to know." I don't need prophecy. Give me the clues. Bring me the patterns And something to lose. Everybody's working Their own side of town— So don't call 'em yet. Just write it all down. [PRE-CHORUS] One by one, Light by light, Everybody's got Their piece tonight. Nobody moves Till the timing feels right— But somebody better— [CHORUS] CALL THE COUNCIL! Get the whole gang in! Maps on the table, Let the next job begin! CALL THE COUNCIL! Nine rooms deep! Half of us are dreaming, Half of us don't sleep! Science at the window! Spirit at the door! Tarot on the table Saying, "LOOK ONCE MORE!" We ain't stealing money! Hell, that's way too small! We're planning how to steal OUR FUTURE BACK FROM THE WALL! [POST-HOOK] Map it! Mark it! Don't force the line! Watch it! Test it! WAIT FOR THE SIGN! Nine rooms! One light! Everybody lay low— The greatest damn heist Ain't ready— YET. [VERSE 2 — HIP-HOP POCKET] Bring the Council in. Architect. Witness. Skeptic with a pencil Checking every little difference. One sees symbols. One sees code. One asks, "How the hell would we actually know?" Good. I need that one Closest to the board. Don't give me believers— Give me people who explore. Chart says maybe? Write maybe. Cards repeat? Write three. Coincidence? Beautiful. Still ain't certainty. That's how we work When the stakes get high. Keep one boot on earth When you're mapping the sky. 'Cause wonder gets dangerous The minute you decide Every light in the distance Was meant as your guide. [CHORUS] CALL THE COUNCIL! Get the whole gang in! Maps on the table, Let the next job begin! CALL THE COUNCIL! Nine rooms deep! Somebody watch the numbers, Somebody watch the street! Science at the window! Spirit at the door! Fiddle says move, But the bass says— ONE MORE! We ain't stealing money! Hell, that's way too small! We're planning how to steal OUR FUTURE BACK FROM THE WALL! [VERSE 3] And somewhere My old partner's got Her own damn job, Her own damn clock. I don't need to know it. Don't need the report. Everybody in this crew Owns their own course. If our routes converge, We'll know when they do. Until then— I got plenty Of work to move through. So sharpen the pencils. Tune that string. There's a whole fucking future We're casing. [BUILD] Nine dimensions! Nine different views! One asks what happened! One asks what proves! One asks what matters! One asks what's next! One says— "Cosmic, You checked this twice?" [BEAT CUT] Three times. [DROP] [BRIDGE — CEDAR FLUTE / LES PAUL TRADE] What are we stealing? Not gold. Not fame. Not somebody's heart And not somebody's name. We're stealing possibility Back from fear. Stealing another year Back from "not yet." Stealing imagination Back from "be realistic." Stealing the question Back from the answer— Before somebody Could finish it. That's the job. That's the score. That's why the Council Is locking the door. [FINAL CHORUS] CALL THE COUNCIL! LIGHT THE ROOM! Nine different windows, One hell of a view! CALL THE COUNCIL! LET IT BEGIN! Not 'cause fate promised We're destined to win! LOOK! TEST! LEARN! BUILD! Keep what survives And throw out what won't! We ain't stealing money! WE'RE STEALING SOMETHING MORE! Every future fear said WE WEREN'T ALLOWED TO EXPLORE! [POST-HOOK] Map it! Mark it! Don't force the line! Watch it! Test it! Give it time! Nine rooms! One light! Everybody ready? [ALL INSTRUMENTS CUT] Not yet. [ONE BANJO PLUCK] Good. That's how I know We're ready. [CEDAR FLUTE RETURNS] [SUB] [END]
