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ExplosiveLive7773
BATTLE RAP, OPERA, VIOLIN, PIANO, UK DRILL, CINEMATIC
September 19, 2025 at 11:24 AMv3.5




Intro (spoken, cold whisper):
They wrote the lines on a ledger of bone — pre-crime in ink, a contract with hell.
They call it "legal" while they worship Mammon. Listen — the play's about to begin.

Verse 1:
Paper kings with pocket crowns, they smile and tally sins,
Counting futures like currency, they auction off our skins.
Built a stage of statutes, nailed the curtains shut,
Teach a child to fear his shadow, teach a soul to stay shut.
They preach: “Legal is law,” then they bow to a golden calf,
Trade the world for interest, laugh as the oceans half.

Pre-Chorus:
Under neon halos they rehearse the lie,
Dress up corpses in civility, and say the dead can fly.

Chorus (full-voiced, chant):
We see the pre-crime script from hell, the lines they read in the dark —
Mammon's altar, cold and bright, a ledger with no heart.
B C C R S S — break the spell, B C C R S S — name the theft,
B C C R S S — wake the dead, B C C R S S — reclaim our breath.

Verse 2:
They play at kindness, masks of pearl, while the gardens choke on ash,
Smiles made from clause and contract, mercy signed in cash.
Dead-marked slaves in tailored suits, they parade like saints of rust,
Killing futures to fund their toys, baptizing greed in trust.
They've made pre-crime a doctrine, shaped a world to fit their hand,
But paper can't bind the thunder, and paper won't bind the land.

Bridge (urgent, rhythmic):
Hear the tick of the clause — they count the cost before the crime.
Hear the whisper of Mammon — “profitable” is their rhyme.
We will not play their dress-up game, pretend we are not to blame,
We will name the mark, spit out the script, set fire to that name.

Breakdown (shouted, raw):
Legal? Law? — a mirror maze, reflections sold for tolls.
They sold the sky and bought a lie, hid graves beneath the scrolls.
Dead slaves singing lullabies to the machines that made them numb —
Rise. Remember. Reckon. The hour of reckoning has come.

Chorus (reprise, louder):
We read the pre-crime script from hell and tear the margins free —
Mammon's throne cracks in our hands, the ledger falls to sea.
B C C R S S — break the spell, B C C R S S — name the theft,
B C C R S S — wake the dead, B C C R S S — reclaim our breath.

Outro (soft, resolute):
They thought “legal” could hold a soul — but souls remember light.
We’ll burn the script, learn every name, and dance through the night.
B C C R S S — say it once, say it loud, say it until the bells confess.