[Verse 1] Rules wear suits; I wear a grin, badge of “why not?” pinned to my chin. Red tape waltz, scissors in sync, I don’t cut lines—I change how they think. Keycard beep, I hum the code, slide on the beat like overload. I’m not the wrecking ball you fear— I twist the bolt and truths appear. [Pre-Chorus] Bend it—never break it, baby, hear the hinge confess, lean into the protocol, it loosens under finesse. [Chorus] I torque till it talks, oooh— make the statute sing the secret groove. I torque till it talks, aaah— watch the locked box learn to move. I torque till it talks, hey— truth in the gears starts spilling out. I torque till it talks— til it talks, til it talks… [Post-Chorus Chop] torque till it talks—torque till it talks— [Verse 2] Clipboards clack like castanets, I syncopate their safety nets. Paper walls and marble jaws— I floss the gaps between their laws. Not chaos—craft, the clever kind, turn friction into state of mind. When systems sweat, they show their tells, I fan the heat and ring the bells. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t smash; apply a moment where the leverage lives— one inch left and suddenly the mechanism gives. [Chorus] I torque till it talks, oooh— make the statute sing the secret groove. I torque till it talks, aaah— watch the locked box learn to move. I torque till it talks, hey— truth in the gears starts spilling out. I torque till it talks— til it talks, til it talks… [Bridge] (rap break over glitch hits) Rubber-band rhythm, I’m a rulesmith surgeon, soft touch turnin’ every “no” to a version. Ghost in the ledger, margin revision, loophole lasso with a velvet precision. If the gate’s all posture, posture bends— I polite the lock till the lock’s my friend. Call that crime? Nah, call that art— compliance tango with a rebel heart. [Drop] (talkbox answers bass; claps hit triplets; granular stutters) [Chorus – Lift] I torque till it talks, oooh— make the statute sing the secret groove. I torque till it talks, aaah— watch the locked box learn to move. I torque till it talks, hey— truth in the gears starts spilling out. I torque till it talks— til it talks, til it talks… [Post-Chorus Chop – Extended] torque till it talks—torque till it talks— (whisper ad-libs) [Outro] Click… click… slick confession drops, paper crowns off; the ticking stops. I wink, step back, no ruins, no shocks— just one neat truth—I torqued till it talked. (stutter “talks”… quick delay cut)
