[Intro] [Dark, moody atmosphere. Slow-rolling talking drums. Low, haunting saxophone riff.] [Beat builds... one-two, one-two... SNAP!] [Verse 1] They want me in line, but I’m checking my alignment Talked about initiation, but I’m seeking my assignment Said I had to pay my dues just to be a part of the crew But I already paid the price when I found the inner Truth They said, “You need a Chapter just so you can be seen” I told them that Chapter is closed, I’m the author of the scene No typewriter needed to tell you who I am I’m the original "I AM," not a sacrifice for a lamb. [Pre-Chorus] [Horns rising chromatic scale. Drums becoming more urgent.] Trying to break me just to build me in their image But I’m a Visionary, I don’t play the scrimmage I don’t need a mirror to see my signs are right I’m moving out the shadow, stepping into solar light. [Chorus] [Drop. Triumphant high-energy horns. Heavy syncopated kick drum.] I dey do the work! (Oshe!) I dey heal my soul! (Flow!) Internal authority, I’m finally whole I’m the master of the frequency, I’m flipping the switch From the darkness to the light, making every spirit rich From the shadows to the Sun, yeah, the temple is bright Seventy thousand prayers keeping all my metrics tight I dey do the work! (Yeah!) I dey heal my soul! (Rest!) Abundance is the frequency, I’m passing the test. [Verse 2] [Rhythmic guitar chops. Bass-heavy groove.] Watch the Bypass, don’t let the religion trick ya They’re filtering the Truth just to get a better picture Talking 'bout Grace while they’re hiding all the bruising But Real Accountability doesn't leave you losing I got letters on my desk, not letters on my chest The first ones were a warning, the second ones a test They want to sue for the secrets I’ve been sharing But the Soul's Restitution is the only thing I’m wearing. [Bridge] [Breakdown. Claps and percussion only. Warm sustained horns.] I’m not a Pyramid, I’m the one who built the base I don’t need a Mask to hide a weary face Waiting for the invitation, don't force the open door I’m a seven-figure soul, I’m not keeping score Rest is the metric, Flow is the dues I’m the only one with nothing left to lose. [Guitar and Horn Solo] [High-vibration celebratory brass flourishes and rhythmic percussion.] [Chorus] I dey do the work! (Oshe!) I dey heal my soul! (Flow!) Internal authority, I’m finally whole I’m the master of the frequency, I’m flipping the switch From the darkness to the light, making every spirit rich From the shadows to the Sun, yeah, the temple is bright Seventy thousand prayers keeping all my metrics tight I dey do the work! (Yeah!) I dey heal my soul! (Rest!) Abundance is the frequency, I’m passing the test. [Outro] Healing is the real work. Rest is the real work. No more breaking, only awakening. Accountability is the new currency. Check the metrics of the heart. The light is finally on. [End]
