[Intro – Spoken Word Definition] A culture vulture… is one who feeds on the soul of another people. Takes what’s sacred, flips it for profit, turns our rhythm into their product. They wear the skin but don’t feel the spirit, speak our slang but don’t wanna hear it. They take what we build and call it theirs, but we still rise — through prayers, through stares, through years. That’s the culture vulture. (Low drums fade in — heartbeat pulse, deep bass creeping in) ⸻ [Hook – Your Words, Exactly (with “top” removed)] How are you gonna trust something when everything is so suspect? lies are told on clockwork. How in the hell does that work? ⸻ [Verse 1 – The Theft] They came with paper, chains, and flames, rewrote the story, renamed the names. Took the gold, took the gods, took the groove, took the grain, turned sacred songs into commercial gain. Erased the faces, blurred the proof, then built museums off our truth. But the drum still talks through every storm, ‘cause spirit don’t die, it just changes form. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken Word] You can steal the rhythm but not the reason, copy the dance but not the season. You can mimic the glow but not the soul, you can bite the fruit but not control. ⸻ [Hook – Your Words, Exactly (with “top” removed)] How are you gonna trust something when everything is so suspect? lies are told on clockwork. How in the hell does that work? ⸻ [Verse 2 – The Culture Vulture] Culture vulture — circlin’ round, feedin’ off sound from the underground. Stealin’ the slang, the drip, the crown, profitin’ heavy while we hold it down. You rebrand our soul, call it trend or chic, but the truth you hide is the truth we speak. You can’t market the magic or patent the drum, you can’t steal the sun when the sun’s where we from. ⸻ [16-Bar Rap – Revelation] Look, they remix the struggle and sell it as style, but the roots been talkin’ for a long, long while. Every sample you loop got ancestral code, every move we make got a story told. We the blueprint, baby, not the draft, the original math they keep tryna subtract. You can’t vulture the culture when we woke in the dark, we the rhythm, the resistance, the rebel, the spark. ⸻ [Hook – Your Words, Exactly (with “top” removed)] How are you gonna trust something when everything is so suspect? lies are told on clockwork. How in the hell does that work? ⸻ [Verse 3 – The Return] Now the youth remember, the code restored, the ones once silenced now roarin’ once more. The land still breathes beneath your lies, our roots reach deep, our spirits rise. Every stolen song, every borrowed tone, we transform the pain and call it our own. The vulture fed, but the feast is done — we reclaim the rhythm, we become the drum. ⸻ [Outro – Spoken Word] The culture ain’t dead — it’s divine and alive. You can bury the seed, but it still will rise. Truth don’t fade — it multiplies. Culture vulture, your time’s expired. We the fire. We the choir. We the soul you tried to hire. But we can’t be bought — only reborn. (Beat fades out with drum heartbeat and soft ancestral chant in the background)
