[INTRO – BOTH, overlapping, cocky] (Aerowin) Step back, sunbeam. (Apollo) Move, spotlight thief. Both: We’re not done fighting— but damn, we sound sweet. [VERSE 1 – AEROWIN] You walk in blazing like you own the stage, Golden boy temper, center-page rage. You say you’re rising? I’ve seen you fall— But gods, you do it pretty after all. [VERSE 1 – APOLLO] You storm in shining like you’re born for sin, Smirk so sharp it cuts my skin. You think you know me? You only caught the fire— Not the wreckage underneath the choir. [PRE-CHORUS – BOTH, snapping back and forth] (Aerowin) You want the mic? Take it. (Apollo) I will when you quit fakin’. (Aerowin) I’m not the mask you think I wear. (Apollo) Then prove it— Both: If you even dare. [CHORUS – BOTH, loud, punchy] So pass the mic, let the truth ignite— We fight, we bite, we still sound right. Yeah, we crash, we spark, we bruise, we burn, But damn, look how the tables turn. Pass the mic, let the crowd decide— We shine best standing side-by-side. We’re chaos, lightning, fire, spite— But gods, we kill it when we unite. [VERSE 2 – APOLLO] I’m tired of pretending I’m divine perfection, But I won’t apologize for my resurrection. Call me out—fine—just make it true, I break, I bleed, I still outshine you. [VERSE 2 – AEROWIN] You’re brilliant, broken, painfully bright, A walking crescendo begging for a fight. I wrote my anger, you wrote your pain— Guess rivals think in the same damn vein. [PRE-CHORUS 2 – BOTH, tighter harmony] (Apollo) I’m not your villain. (Aerowin) I’m not your crown. (Apollo) I’m trying here— (Aerowin) Then I’ll meet you halfway down. Both: If we’re rebuilding— let’s start right now. [BRIDGE – SOFT START, THEN ERUPTS] (Apollo, soft) I hated how you saw through me. (Aerowin, soft) I hated how you didn’t try. (Both, louder) But truth hits harder when we sing it— So let’s stop pretending we don’t fight alike. (Both, shouted) You take the high note— I’ll take the flame! We’re done with blame— Now say my name! [FINAL CHORUS – BOTH, explosive] Pass the mic—yeah, we’re done with fear. We’re louder, prouder, finally clear. We clash, we crash, we lose, we rise— Two disasters in perfect harmonized chaos. Pass the mic—guess the joke’s on fate: We’re rivals, sure—but damn, we create. So scream it, sing it—spite and light— We’re trouble, we’re thunder— and we unite. [OUTRO – BOTH, laughing in rhythm] (Apollo) I still hate you. (Aerowin) I still out-sing you. Both: “…But pass the mic.”
