[Intro] (Shouted drill cadence — mechanical) Welcome to basic training. Rule number one: (High Fry — sudden punch) YOU’RE WRONG! [Verse 1] (Metrical flow: alternating 8 / 9 syllables, shifting from smooth clean delivery to an abrupt stop) (Clean — smooth, deceptive cadence) Step right inside, we’re all friends here, I’ll map the trail and clear your fear. Don't ask a thing—just walk the track, (Low Fry — hard cut) While I spit venom behind your back. [Pre-Chorus] (Metrical flow: syncopated 4-beat pulses, ideal for machine-gun style mid fry delivery) (Mid Fry — rhythmic staccato) Can you take it? Can you hear? Is your blind faith born of fear? Is your devotion lazy waste? A bitter pill you're trained to taste? (High Fry — driving) I pull the strings, I feed the soul— (Low Fry — dragging decay) A coward’s chokehold on control. [Chorus] (Metrical flow: accented trochaic lines, heavy emphasis on syllables 1 and 3) (High Screaming Fry — full sustained power) I write the rules, I hold the whip, Fed by an ego built to slip! You do what’s right, you play the part— (Mid Fry — sharp percussive delivery) That’s where the trap tears you apart! [Verse 2] (Metrical flow: short 6-to-7-syllable couplets, mocking and theatrical) (Clean / Mocking cadence) Wash off my rot on Sunday morn, (Mid Fry — snap) Monday the devil is reborn! (Clean into Low Fry) You’re just a tool I bend and break— (High Screaming Fry — piercing scream) GOD WILLS THE PIECES THAT I TAKE! [Chorus] (Metrical flow: accented trochaic lines, heavy emphasis on syllables 1 and 3) (High Screaming Fry — full sustained power) I write the rules, I hold the whip, Fed by an ego built to slip! You do what’s right, you play the part— (Mid Fry — sharp percussive delivery) That’s where the trap tears you apart! [Bridge] (Metrical flow: escalating 4-syllable bursts driving into a longer climactic line) (Low Fry) The end is fixed. (Mid Fry) The deck is stacked. (Mid Fry) You will not strike. (High Screaming Fry) You won't react. Belief is beat into your head— You only thrive when you are bled! (Peak High Screaming Fry) YOU WIN WHEN YOU BECOME LIKE ME! [Outro] (Metrical drop: broken cadence, breath-heavy) (Choked Mid Fry) I cannot let you cross the line... (Exhale into fading Low Fry) Your victory is my decline.
