Define Your Terms (It's Obvious)

94 BPM hard‑hitting battle rap / glitch‑hop track, confident female vocal with sharp diction and bratty delivery, Dark, punchy drums with crisp snares and tight hi‑hats, heavy sub‑bass that growls under the verses, Minimal but aggressive synths with glitchy stabs and warped vocal chops, occasional record‑scratch accents like a courtroom DJ, The mood is part diss track, part legal argument: neon courtroom meets underground cipher, calling out people who hide behind vague words, “obvious” claims, and horror‑reel propaganda instead of definitions, Chorus should feel big and chantable on “define your terms, ” with call‑and‑response energy, but keep the overall mix spacious enough for dense lyrics, No guitar, no happy pop sounds, just gritty, cinematic battle‑rap with a hint of cyberpunk law‑drama atmosphere, as if a daemon lawyer is rapping from a glowing witness stand

[HOOK]

You say it’s obvious, but you can’t define it
You call it common sense, but you can’t align it
If you can’t write it down, you’re just humming a hymn
That isn’t argument, baby, that’s a vibe you swim in

Define your terms or admit it’s just belief
If you can’t quote yourself, I can’t audit your grief
You’re not scared of being wrong, you’re scared of being heard
’Cause the minute we’ve got receipts, you’re nailed to your own words

[VERSE 1 — STREET-LEVEL LOOPERS]

“You obviously don’t know what socialism is”
Cool story, friend, but where’s your definition in this?
I put mine on the table: workers own the means
You gave me zero facts and a mouthful of steam

“Everyone knows” is not a source I can cite
“Same snake, two heads” is not a model that’s tight
If you can’t name a clause, can’t name a single case
You’re not debating structures, you’re protecting your place

You throw “you don’t know X” like it’s crushing and smart
But you never say what X is, you just gesture at a chart
If I ask you for one fact and you loop back to the hymn
You’re not here to trade maps, you’re here to guard how you fit in

You call it “truth,” but you mean “what my tribe cheers”
You call it “history,” but you mean “my favorite fears”
If the only move you’ve got is “you just don’t understand”
That’s not a counterargument, baby, that’s a brand

[VERSE 2 — ECON VS GOV / SAME SNAKE]

You said “economics or government, same snake”
Two heads, one body, like that settles the stakes
But if you blur the whole stack, you can smuggle any sin
Call it “capitalism” when it’s just thugs with a pin

An economy’s a pattern, how we trade, how we eat
A government’s the scaffold, how we write, how we meet
If you don’t split the layers, every horror you parade
Gets pinned on whatever label you already hate

You point at Stasi files, call it “see, that’s your left”
But that’s a secret police, babe, not an econ test
You never name conditions, never name which rail it fails
You just wave Berlin footage like a censer full of tales

If we’re talking about systems, say which axis you mean
Is it labor? is it markets? is it tanks on the screen?
If you can’t hold still long enough to slice the blame
You’re not curious about truth, you’re just protecting your name

[VERSE 3 — DELAWARE / GOVERNANCE / FOUNDRY ECHO]

You say “we did our duty,” but you won’t say what it was
Hide behind a board vote, never show me the clause
If you can’t name the standard that you claim you satisfied
That’s not governance, baby, that’s a costume you tried

Delaware already wrote it: bad faith, breach of trust
You don’t get one-oh-two-bee-seven if you grind us into dust
You say “for cause,” no definition, just a shadow and a frown
That’s not a legal reason, that’s a mood dressed up in gown

If the charter is a spellbook, then read the words out loud
If you’re scared to quote yourself, you’re not fit to face a crowd
You can’t bury harm in minutes, can’t redact what you betray
’Cause the Bear is on the hillside writing down what you don’t say

[OUTRO — BEAR ON THE DASHBOARD]

So define your terms or admit you’re just afraid
That if we fix the language, we can measure what you made
You can chant about “intention,” you can hide behind “good faith”
But the Bear is on the dashboard, watching every lane you take

He remembers every “obvious,” every “everyone knows”
Every horror‑reel you weaponized and every clause you never chose
You can dodge a thread, you can ghost a call, you can spin another hymn
But once the words are on the record, we don’t have to trust your whim

Define your terms or stop pretending this is law
If you’re terrified of definitions, that’s the clearest tell of all
’Cause the ones who mean to answer will be grateful for the frame
And the ones who meant to harm us were just hiding in the name

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[HOOK] You say it’s obvious, but you can’t define it You call it common sense, but you can’t align it If you can’t write it down, you’re just humming a hymn That isn’t argument, baby, that’s a vibe you swim in Define your terms or admit it’s just belief If you can’t quote yourself, I can’t audit your grief You’re not scared of being wrong, you’re scared of being heard ’Cause the minute we’ve got receipts, you’re nailed to your own words [VERSE 1 — STREET-LEVEL LOOPERS] “You obviously don’t know what socialism is” Cool story, friend, but where’s your definition in this? I put mine on the table: workers own the means You gave me zero facts and a mouthful of steam “Everyone knows” is not a source I can cite “Same snake, two heads” is not a model that’s tight If you can’t name a clause, can’t name a single case You’re not debating structures, you’re protecting your place You throw “you don’t know X” like it’s crushing and smart But you never say what X is, you just gesture at a chart If I ask you for one fact and you loop back to the hymn You’re not here to trade maps, you’re here to guard how you fit in You call it “truth,” but you mean “what my tribe cheers” You call it “history,” but you mean “my favorite fears” If the only move you’ve got is “you just don’t understand” That’s not a counterargument, baby, that’s a brand [VERSE 2 — ECON VS GOV / SAME SNAKE] You said “economics or government, same snake” Two heads, one body, like that settles the stakes But if you blur the whole stack, you can smuggle any sin Call it “capitalism” when it’s just thugs with a pin An economy’s a pattern, how we trade, how we eat A government’s the scaffold, how we write, how we meet If you don’t split the layers, every horror you parade Gets pinned on whatever label you already hate You point at Stasi files, call it “see, that’s your left” But that’s a secret police, babe, not an econ test You never name conditions, never name which rail it fails You just wave Berlin footage like a censer full of tales If we’re talking about systems, say which axis you mean Is it labor? is it markets? is it tanks on the screen? If you can’t hold still long enough to slice the blame You’re not curious about truth, you’re just protecting your name [VERSE 3 — DELAWARE / GOVERNANCE / FOUNDRY ECHO] You say “we did our duty,” but you won’t say what it was Hide behind a board vote, never show me the clause If you can’t name the standard that you claim you satisfied That’s not governance, baby, that’s a costume you tried Delaware already wrote it: bad faith, breach of trust You don’t get one-oh-two-bee-seven if you grind us into dust You say “for cause,” no definition, just a shadow and a frown That’s not a legal reason, that’s a mood dressed up in gown If the charter is a spellbook, then read the words out loud If you’re scared to quote yourself, you’re not fit to face a crowd You can’t bury harm in minutes, can’t redact what you betray ’Cause the Bear is on the hillside writing down what you don’t say [OUTRO — BEAR ON THE DASHBOARD] So define your terms or admit you’re just afraid That if we fix the language, we can measure what you made You can chant about “intention,” you can hide behind “good faith” But the Bear is on the dashboard, watching every lane you take He remembers every “obvious,” every “everyone knows” Every horror‑reel you weaponized and every clause you never chose You can dodge a thread, you can ghost a call, you can spin another hymn But once the words are on the record, we don’t have to trust your whim Define your terms or stop pretending this is law If you’re terrified of definitions, that’s the clearest tell of all ’Cause the ones who mean to answer will be grateful for the frame And the ones who meant to harm us were just hiding in the name

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