[Intro] Dun—da-da, dun-dun, da-da-da Low note answers—your whole wall bows [Verse 1] You brought a polished speech in a folder of blue I brought one blunt syllable, split clean through Your crew checks the meters, then checks your face I take the room’s center without changing pace You stack up your claims like crates by the door I tap one loose board; they slide to the floor That brass-colored warning cuts sharp through your grin You’re still making noise; I’ve already walked in [Hook] Dun—da-dun, da-dun-dun—make room when the low one lands Da-da-dun—your big plans fold like paper in my hands Dun-dun—one call, and your whole line stalls I hold the box; you can’t hold these walls [Verse 2] You brought a gold medal, still wearing the tag I brought the last word in a plain canvas bag Your best man rehearsed every answer for days Then lost his place when I shifted my gaze I don’t need a crown from a table of men The room knows the order before I speak again You came with a ledger of debts I should owe I signed your receipt and sent you below [Hook] Dun—da-dun, da-dun-dun—make room when the low one lands Da-da-dun—your big plans fold like paper in my hands Dun-dun—one call, and your whole line stalls I hold the box; you can’t hold these walls [Bridge] Brass cuts—hold still—then the low note replies Your last little charge loses steam as it flies One step, one stamp, one name on the wall You had your turn; now the room takes my call [Final Hook] Dun—da-dun, da-dun-dun—make room when the low one lands Da-da-dun—your big plans fold like paper in my hands Dun-dun—one call, and your whole line stalls I hold the box; you can’t hold these walls [Outro] Dun—da-da The last word is mine Your side falls quiet
