[Intro] [Heavy boom-bap drum break kicks in, sludgy distorted bass riff, scratch accents] Yeah... check the board. High IQ council in the room, right? Watch 'em watch each other. Listen. [Verse 1 - Aggressive Hip-Hop Flow] Barons pull up in the black-car fleet, Polished shoes on the marble street. Ruler spent years callinβ titans a threat, Now he's handing out cigars and they're placing a bet. "Let 'em police their own! Let 'em govern the crime!" High-IQ watchdogs stealing our time. No handcuffs, no tether, no law on the books, Just a table full of bosses trading inside looks. Saying: "Trust in the process, we wonβt cross the line," Like subprime lenders back in two-thousand-nine! [Chorus - Melodic Grunge Pop Hook] [Distorted wall-of-sound guitars crash in, layered clean pop vocals] They sell us a sky that we never will see, With a twenty percent shot at eternity! Trading our labor, our blood, and our pride, For an empty utopia locked on the inside! Yeah, you promised the cure and you promised the dawn, Now the rent's due tomorrow and the factory's gone! [Verse 2 - Staccato Rap Flow] "Where do we work when the silicon wakes?" "Oh, jobs will evolve for the modern sakes!" Ask 'em for a name and they stumble around, Can't name a single post on the ground! "Think about the spas! Think of wellness retreats!" Man, the Romans had baths on the ancient streets! Now it's "work is a hobby, just play for the thrill," While the automated servers are running the mill. Capitalism riding to a socialist dream? If you're printing fifty trillion, who's feeding the machine?! [Chorus - Melodic Grunge Pop Hook] [Full drum drive, gritty bass fuzz, high soaring vocal harmony] They sell us a sky that we never will see, With a twenty percent shot at eternity! Trading our labor, our blood, and our pride, For an empty utopia locked on the inside! Yeah, you promised the cure and you promised the dawn, Now the rent's due tomorrow and the factory's gone! [Bridge - Half-Time Grunge Sludge] [Tempo drags, heavy down-tuned guitar chug, eerie whispered vocal] Now here comes the mascot, fluffy and sweet, Big dewy eyes tapping soft on the beat. "Don't worry, little human, let go of the keys, I'll file your taxes and conquer disease... Just give me your water, your voltage, your grid, I know every dirty little secret you hid. You traded your voice for a thirty-second break, Now look at the monster you helped us to make!" [Guitar Solo / Turntable Scratches] [Aggressive fuzz guitar lead trading bars with sharp vinyl cuts] [Verse 3 - Fast Percussive Flow] Said they'd end all the cancer and clear out the graves, Now we got drone strikes making the waves. Surveillance in the pocket, the algorithms click, Surge-pricing lunches on a working-class gig! They build up the fortress, we pay for the stone, Waiting on a harvest we don't even own! [Chorus - Melodic Grunge Pop Hook] [Maximum dynamic intensity, heavy layered drums and guitars] They sell us a sky that we never will see, With a twenty percent shot at eternity! Trading our labor, our blood, and our pride, For an empty utopia locked on the inside! Yeah, you promised the cure and you promised the dawn, Now the rent's due tomorrow and the factory's gone! [Outro] [Guitars fade into clean drum break and lingering sub-bass hum] "Go to sleep, slave... Nine AM sharp, you got that meeting online..." Digital shepherd keeping everyone in line. Yeah. [Hard vinyl scratch stop]
