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[“FreshAir Soul: Industry Secrets” — Aggressive / Poetic Trap]
Yeah,
I seen the glam get grimy, the praise come armed,
A whole lotta halos hide a whole lotta harm.
They sell you a dream, then they tax your soul,
Put chains in the contract, call the cage “control.”
They talk too slick when the room get dark,
Smile like a saint with a poison heart.
Same hands clappin’ when they want your fall,
Same lips whisperin’ through the wall.
Hook
Industry secrets, buried in the bassline,
Truth hit hard when it cross that wasteline.
They can paint it gold, but the rot still show,
What they hide in the smoke, let the whole world know.
Verse 1
I came from the pressure where the weak get shaped,
Where the mask slip off and the snakes all wait.
They want your blood with a velvet tone,
Want your voice in the grave while they claim your throne.
I seen favors turn fatal, I seen love turn fraud,
I seen devils in the choir actin’ close to God.
They’ll sell your name for a seat at the feast,
Then call you crazy when you see the beast.
Every “brother” ain’t loyal, every “sister” ain’t pure,
Every door that swing open got a hook in the door.
They don’t fear no talent, they fear truth with teeth,
Fear a soul so sharp it can split that sleep.
Hook
Industry secrets, buried in the bassline,
Truth hit hard when it cross that wasteline.
They can paint it gold, but the rot still show,
What they hide in the smoke, let the whole world know.
Verse 2
I got scars like scripture, I got pain that sings,
Got a crown made heavy by these broken things.
They tried to make a puppet out of flesh and nerve,
But I turned that wound into a sharpened word.
Now every lie they built got a crack in the frame,
Every polished lie got a stain in the name.
I don’t bow to the ceiling, I don’t kiss no chain,
I let fire talk back when they call me tame.
They was movin’ in silence, thinkin’ darkness protect,
But the dark keep records, and the truth collect.
You can bury a voice, but it grows in the dust,
And a soul they couldn’t break turns rage to trust.
Bridge
No remorse in the marble, no grace in the grin,
Every empire built dirty, gotta collapse from within.
I’m the echo in the hallway, I’m the ghost in the code,
I’m the proof that a real one don’t fold for a load.
Final Hook
Industry secrets, buried in the bassline,
Truth hit hard when it cross that wasteline.
They can paint it gold, but the rot still show,
What they hide in the smoke, let the whole world know.

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[“FreshAir Soul: Industry Secrets” — Aggressive / Poetic Trap] Yeah, I seen the glam get grimy, the praise come armed, A whole lotta halos hide a whole lotta harm. They sell you a dream, then they tax your soul, Put chains in the contract, call the cage “control.” They talk too slick when the room get dark, Smile like a saint with a poison heart. Same hands clappin’ when they want your fall, Same lips whisperin’ through the wall. Hook Industry secrets, buried in the bassline, Truth hit hard when it cross that wasteline. They can paint it gold, but the rot still show, What they hide in the smoke, let the whole world know. Verse 1 I came from the pressure where the weak get shaped, Where the mask slip off and the snakes all wait. They want your blood with a velvet tone, Want your voice in the grave while they claim your throne. I seen favors turn fatal, I seen love turn fraud, I seen devils in the choir actin’ close to God. They’ll sell your name for a seat at the feast, Then call you crazy when you see the beast. Every “brother” ain’t loyal, every “sister” ain’t pure, Every door that swing open got a hook in the door. They don’t fear no talent, they fear truth with teeth, Fear a soul so sharp it can split that sleep. Hook Industry secrets, buried in the bassline, Truth hit hard when it cross that wasteline. They can paint it gold, but the rot still show, What they hide in the smoke, let the whole world know. Verse 2 I got scars like scripture, I got pain that sings, Got a crown made heavy by these broken things. They tried to make a puppet out of flesh and nerve, But I turned that wound into a sharpened word. Now every lie they built got a crack in the frame, Every polished lie got a stain in the name. I don’t bow to the ceiling, I don’t kiss no chain, I let fire talk back when they call me tame. They was movin’ in silence, thinkin’ darkness protect, But the dark keep records, and the truth collect. You can bury a voice, but it grows in the dust, And a soul they couldn’t break turns rage to trust. Bridge No remorse in the marble, no grace in the grin, Every empire built dirty, gotta collapse from within. I’m the echo in the hallway, I’m the ghost in the code, I’m the proof that a real one don’t fold for a load. Final Hook Industry secrets, buried in the bassline, Truth hit hard when it cross that wasteline. They can paint it gold, but the rot still show, What they hide in the smoke, let the whole world know.

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