[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah… Pick and choose, they pick and choose… Yeah, yeah, yeah… [Beat kicks in—offbeat drums, warped bassline, synths flickering in and out.] [Verse 1] [Tense, rapid delivery] Ayy, who put the names in the hat? Who really real, who fake with the act? Who let the liars sit right at the table? Who pulled the strings when they tightened the trap? Look, I was just watchin’ it happen in silence, I kept the faith, I was movin’ with science I saw the way that they whispered the scripts, I heard the codes when they twisted the lines in Pick a side, pick a face, pick a target All of y’all movin’ like markets Trend for a week, then they drop you regardless I seen the game, I just move like a carcass— Dead to the noise, dead to the picks Dead to the ones that be playin’ the tricks Act like they love you, then flip like a wrist Keep me in mind when you count who you miss, yeah [Pre-Chorus] [Flow slows down] I ain’t auditionin’ for nothin’ I ain’t waitin’ for no judgment Who they pick, who they cut, who they send, who they trust All these faces in the room, but who really one of us? [Chorus] Selection, selection, names on a list, they cross ‘em out, no question Selection, selection, left me on read, but now they sendin’ me blessings Selection, selection, watch who they choose, watch who they lose, watch who confessin’ Selection, selection, yeah, they be choosin’, but I ain’t stressin’ [Verse 2] [Beat shifts] Yeah, they movin’ like lotteries, all of these policies Man, I don’t fit in the mockeries Watchin’ ‘em claim they the prodigies, but they just parodies Mimic the real like a forgery I ain’t waitin’ on a call from the council They don’t really want a king, they want a vassal They don’t really want the real, they want the passive Pick me last, but I’m first when it’s final I don’t bend, I don’t break, I don’t kneel Talk that talk, but they don’t stay real Throw me out, but I still got will God made me, I don’t need they seal [Pre-Chorus] [Slower, warped vocals, hypnotic melody.] I ain’t auditionin’ for nothin’ I ain’t waitin’ for no judgment Who they pick, who they cut, who they send, who they trust All these faces in the room, but who really one of us? [Chorus] Selection, selection, names on a list, they cross ‘em out, no question Selection, selection, left me on read, but now they sendin’ me blessings Selection, selection, watch who they choose, watch who they lose, watch who confessin’ Selection, selection, yeah, they be choosin’, but I ain’t stressin’ [Outro] [Beat dissolves into eerie ambiance—distant voices, reversed synths, and fading static.] Yeah, yeah, yeah… Pick and choose, they pick and choose… But I ain’t stressin…
