Title: Pulling Down Facades Style: deep chill raw guttural Afro-trap, slow hypnotic bass, low raspy spoken-sung male vocal, dark ambient pads, haunting choir shadows, sparse percussion, arrogant contemplative worldview anthem, anti-gatekeeper, cold prophetic delivery [Intro — low guttural spoken] They want you to believe the world is old. Used up. Locked. Already claimed. But I don’t see an old earth. I see a young world… covered in old lies. They call the gate ancient. I call the gate fake. They call the keeper powerful. I call the keeper tired. [Hook — slow, heavy, catchy] Pulling down, pulling down All these facades Don’t you know They are all liars? Don’t believe me? Put them through the fire These trinkets You admire Pulling down, pulling down All these facades Don’t you know They are all liars? Don’t believe me? Put them through the fire These trinkets You admire [Post-Hook — deep chant] Earth is young Field is wide Don’t let gatekeepers Bury your mind Earth is young Field is wide They locked the door But the wall is a lie Earth is young Field is wide Don’t let gatekeepers Bury your mind Earth is young Field is wide They locked the door But the wall is a lie [Verse 1 — raw spoken-sung] They tell you it’s finished They tell you it’s full They tell you stay quiet They tell you stay dull They call it impossible Then guard all the doors They tell you be humble While they keep what is yours Gatekeepers smiling With rust in their crown Telling young builders To put their tools down But the earth is still young The field is still wide The future ain’t theirs They just got there before I They polished the cages And called them success They measured your spirit Then told you think less I don’t bow easy I don’t shrink nice I was born under pressure And sharpened by life [Pre-Hook — low chant] Old names Weak foundations Old chairs Dying nations Old systems Borrowed fire Old masks Getting tired So I’m— [Hook — slow, heavier] Pulling down, pulling down All these facades Don’t you know They are all liars? Don’t believe me? Put them through the fire These trinkets You admire Pulling down, pulling down All these facades Don’t you know They are all liars? Don’t believe me? Put them through the fire These trinkets You admire [Post-Hook — deep chant] Earth is young Field is wide Don’t let gatekeepers Bury your mind Earth is young Field is wide They locked the door But the wall is a lie [Verse 2 — raw, arrogant, contemplative] They told us the path Was already designed Go to their schools And surrender your mind Wait for permission Ask for a seat Smile for the masters And call it elite But fools built systems And fools wrote rules Then fools built schools To grow little fools Polite little prisons With bells on the wall Teaching bright children To think very small They say, “Who are you?” I say, “Who are they?” Just men with papers Standing in the way Just names on buildings Just suits in rooms Just fear with manners Just decorated doom I don’t hate the language I bend it into weapons I don’t hate the classroom I hate the hidden lessons Sit down Be grateful Smile through the theft Clap for the empire With your foot On your neck Nah. I got arrogance honest It came from resistance I got coldness from distance I got fire from existence You call it attitude I call it cleared vision I survived their programming And upgraded the system [Bridge — dark spoken, spacious] Don’t let them convince you that the world is locked. Don’t let them sell you their ceiling as God. They want you tired. They want you impressed. They want you kneeling before things life has not tested yet. Fire means pressure. Fire means proof. Fire means life walks in and strips paint off the truth. No unrest. No riot. Just testing. If it stands, let it stand. If it cracks, it lied. [Fire Chant — building] Put wealth through the fire Put fame through the fire Put crowns through the fire Put schools through the fire Put titles through the fire Put names through the fire Put systems through the fire Watch the mask get tired Put wealth through the fire Put fame through the fire Put crowns through the fire Put schools through the fire Put titles through the fire Put names through the fire Put systems through the fire Watch the mask get tired [Final Hook — biggest, guttural] Pulling down, pulling down All these facades Don’t you know They are all liars? Don’t believe me? Put them through the fire These trinkets You admire Pulling down, pulling down All these facades Don’t you know They are all liars? Don’t believe me? Put them through the fire These trinkets You admire [Final Post-Hook — chant, haunting] Earth is young Field is wide Don’t let gatekeepers Bury your mind Earth is young Field is wide They locked the door But the wall is a lie Earth is young Field is wide Don’t let gatekeepers Bury your mind Earth is young Field is wide They locked the door But the wall is a lie [Outro — low spoken] The world is not finished. The earth is young. The gate is fake. The keeper is tired. The fire is life. Build.