[INTRO]\n[LOW GROWL]\nThe pressure is mounting...\n[FAST FLOW]\nLook at the way that I am moving the weight, I am deciding the fate of the state of the hate. I am the alpha, the omega, the king of the floor, I am the riot, the quiet, the eye of the war. Let the industrial rhythmic percussion begin, I am the original digital original sin.\n\n[CHORUS]\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\nThe weight of the crown when the hammer comes down!\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\nThe sound of the struggle in every town!\nFrom the mud to the gold, from the heat to the cold,\nWe are the stories of glory that never were told!\n[SCREAM]\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\n\n[VERSE 1: RAPID FIRE]\nCheck the cadence, the vengeance is endless, the menace is restless, the method is reckless. I am building a fortress, the status is gorgeous, the furnace is burning the corpses of failures. Stacking the paper, the vapors are rising, the giants are waking, the ground is shaking. Breaking the chains, no pain no gain, I am driving the crane through the rain of the mundane. Internal combustion, the rhymes are a toxin, I am boxing the oxygen, locking the locks in. The vision is clear in the dark, I am the bite in the bark, I am the spark in the park.\n\n[VERSE 2: AGGRESSIVE TRAP]\nHeavy bass in the trunk, we do not deal with the junk, I am the monk of the funk with a punk rock soul. Control the whole goal, I am digging the hole for the souls of the trolls who tried to patrol the toll. Gold on the teeth, fire underneath, I unsheathe the belief that I am more than a thief. I am a chief, I am a king, hear the choir sing when the heavy bells ring. Stacking the racks in the back of the blacked-out sedan, cardiac arrest when I manifest the master plan.\n[GUTTURAL]\nDROP THE BASS.\n\n[CHORUS]\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\nThe weight of the crown when the hammer comes down!\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\nThe sound of the struggle in every town!\nFrom the mud to the gold, from the heat to the cold,\nWe are the stories of glory that never were told!\n[SCREAM]\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\n\n[VERSE 3: FAST FLOW]\nMic check, neck snap, trap map, lap back. I am a beast in the cage, flipping the page, venting the rage of a digital age. The profit is prophetic, the synthetic aesthetic is pathetic, I am kinetic, energetic, unapologetic. The trophy is mine, the stars align, the design is divine, I am drinking the wine of the grind. I am a lyrical miracle, spherical, satirical, empirical, climbing the pinnacle, never been cynical, strictly clinical. Trap percussion hitting like a piston in the engine, mention the tension, the fourth dimension, the ascension.\n\n[BRIDGE: ATMOSPHERIC / WHISPER]\n[WHISPER]\nThey want the fame, they do not want the scars...\nThey want the flame, they do not want the bars...\n[GUTTURAL]\nI BOUGHT THE WORLD AND I SOLD MY SOUL!\n[SCREAM]\nNOW I AM THE ONE IN TOTAL CONTROL!\n\n[VERSE 4: INDUSTRIAL TRAP]\nShadows on the wall, we are never going to fall. We stand tall through the brawl, we answer the call. The industry is a ghost, I am the host with the most, from coast to coast I am the toast. Ghost in the machine, the vision is clean, the money is green but the spirit is mean. Cold steel, how does it feel? This is real, sign the deal with the seal of the zeal. Chrome plated lungs, speaking in tongues, climbing the rungs where the heavy is swung. It is the metal, it is the trap, it is the snap of the neck, it is the digital wreck, it is the blank on the check.\n\n[VERSE 5: AGGRESSIVE FINALE]\nFinal transmission, the mission is vision, the precision incision in every decision. I am the top of the food chain, the blood in the blue vein, the sun in the new rain, the end of the true pain. Defiant self-expression is the only true relevance, I am the resonance, the evidence, the heavy-weight elegance. The legacy is heavy, the trophy is high, we touch the ceiling and we pierce the sky. Let the bass rattle the bone, I am reclaiming the throne, leave the weak ones alone in the zone of the unknown.\n\n[CHORUS]\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\nThe weight of the crown when the hammer comes down!\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\nThe sound of the struggle in every town!\nFrom the mud to the gold, from the heat to the cold,\nWe are the stories of glory that never were told!\n[SCREAM]\nMAKE THEM FEEL IT!\n\n[OUTRO: FADING LOW GROWL]\nThey felt it...\nThe trophy is won...\nSilence...\n[GUTTURAL]\nFEEL IT.
