[Straight Up] [Intro – Scratched Vocal / Heavy Guitar Build] Straight up— Straight up—(huh) (Record scratch) rrrt—rrrt Turn it up, let the ground shake now [Verse 1] I don’t talk like them, I don’t dress like them I don’t beg for a lane just to blend right in I’m the static in the wires when the bassline bends I’m the crack in the stage where the feedback spins Crowd lookin’ at me like “what’s he on?” I’m on everything real, everything that’s raw Grit in my voice, dirt under my jaw Break rules, burn walls, never stuck in a draw They chant loud when the kick drum hits Like a riot in the dark with a tightened fist No copy-and-paste, I’m the rift that splits The whole room shakes when my heartbeat dips [Pre-Chorus] I’m not here for the same routine I’m cut from a side no one’s seen When the vinyl drags and the sparks all scream You’ll know exactly what I mean [Chorus – Hypnotic Hook] Straight up— I don’t sound like them, I don’t fold for trends Straight up— If they all do the same, then it’s time to ascend Straight up— Every voice in the crowd falls into my spin Straight up— They don’t want that same old thing again [Scratched Break – DJ Cut / Guitar Drop] (Rrrt—rrrt—rrrt) Straight up… straight up… straight up… Heavy guitars slam in—let the floor cave in [Verse 2] Walk on stage and the lights turn cold I’m the part in the night where the pulse unfolds Every measure I spit got a bite that holds ’Cause the truth ain’t sweet when the mic goes gold Half these dudes got a borrowed sound Press replay till the crowd falls down But I bring something fierce, something underground Something built to flip a whole scene around Metal in the strings with a drumline grit Let the distortion rise, let the voltage hit When the DJ cuts and the cymbals split It’s a whole new wave they can’t counterfit [Pre-Chorus 2] I’m not stuck in the trends they chase I carve my name in a different place If the world wants clones in a crowded space Then I’ll tear through noise with a sharpened face [Chorus – Hypnotic Hook] Straight up— I don’t sound like them, I don’t fold for trends Straight up— If they all do the same, then it’s time to ascend Straight up— Every voice in the crowd falls into my spin Straight up— They don’t want that same old thing again [Bridge – Whispered / Intensifying] Hear the scratch… rrrt—rrrt Hear the chainsaw-tone in the back Hear the room inhale till it snaps This the sound they’ll never track [Guitar Solo – Industrial Grind] (Heavy riffing, chug patterns, ring-out harmonics) Drums break—then slam back twice [Final Chorus – Layered Vocals] Straight up— I don’t sound like them, I don’t fold for trends Straight up— If they crowd every lane, I’ll rebuild again Straight up— Every chant in the air falls into my spin Straight up— They don’t want that same old thing again [Outro – Scratched Vocal Fade / Guitar Sustain] (Rrrt—rrrt) Straight up… (Rrrt) Straight up… Guitars ring out— Curtains fall— Track ends with a scratched drag into silence.
