ON GOD [INTRO] Funny thing about a lie… best ones don’t sound like lies. [2-BEAT REST] They sound like you. [HOOK] On God— wrong don’t walk in saying wrong. It dress up like what you want, then talk to you in your own tongue. On God— put a filter on the facts, make a feeling feel like proof… Now you standing ten toes down swearing what you saw was truth. [1-BAR INSTRUMENTAL] Check the frame. Check the name. Before you let it drive. Every voice that sound like you ain’t necessarily on your side. [VERSE 1] Greed don’t say, “I’m greed.” It say, “Bro… you deserve more.” Pride don’t call itself pride. It say, “Don’t let ’em play yours.” Revenge changed clothes, came back dressed like respect. Lust called itself freedom. Fear said, “I’m just protecting your neck.” [2-BEAT REST] That’s the finesse. Same poison. New label on the glass. Truth ain’t even move— somebody cropped it for the caption. Same picture. Different frame. Whole different reaction. Best trick? Put your voice on somebody else’s suggestion. [INSTRUMENTAL TURN] HOOK On God— put a filter on the facts, make a feeling feel like proof. Check the frame. Check the name. Before you swear you seeing truth. Every voice that sound like you ain’t necessarily on your side. It don’t gotta take the wheel… just keep whispering where to drive. [VERSE 2] See, it rarely say, “Jump.” Move the line an inch. First time: “Nah.” Next time: “Maybe.” Then somehow maybe turn to sense. That’s footsteps. Little compromises bring company. Company get comfortable. Comfortable become who you think you supposed to be. [REST] Fear being broke? Now generosity look irresponsible. Want forever? They’ll sell permanence inside the disposable. That’s cold. Promise tomorrow, collect today. Then consequences pull up… same voice that hyped you fade away. [DRUMS DROP] Never forced you. Just called. [REST] You answered. [VERSE 3] Now zoom out. Same hustle. Bigger screen. Keep feeding what make you angry, anger keep you on the feed. Don’t even need misinformation— just make you miss information. One fact outside the frame can renovate the whole conversation. Repeat it long enough, repetition start resembling proof. Put status on the speaker, now nobody checking the truth. Turn neighbors into teams. Turn disagreement into war. Keep everybody choosing sides before they know what they’re choosing for. So I learned another question— not only, “Is it true?” Who framed it? Who named it? What did it make me want to do? If it leave me more afraid, more vain, more hateful, more obsessed… Before I judge the information, I check what it did to my chest. [BRIDGE] That’s the play. Distance. You from people. You from reason. You from what you knew before emotion changed the meaning. And here’s the funny part— the scheme ain’t even strong. Turn enough light on… half them monsters was shadows all along. [FINAL HOOK] On God— [Response: CHECK THE FRAME] Wrong don’t walk in saying wrong— [Response: CHECK THE NAME] Every feeling ain’t a fact. Every promise ain’t a sign. Every crowd ain’t telling truth just because they saying it at the same time. On God— every voice don’t get the wheel. Let the truth breathe. Let it live. The weakest scheme can run your whole world… until you finally see the trick. [OUTRO — SPOKEN] Thought the war was over information? Nah. It was over how you read it. [HARD CUT]
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