PART I — DARK / AGGRESSIVE (pre–beat switch)
(Verse 1)
They all lie, they all lie — on their power they’re all high,
Big mouths talkin’ like giants but in real life they’re knee-high.
Braggin’ like they built somethin’, but nobody saw them try,
Whole ego made of plastic — meltin’ quick under the light.
I see ‘em barkin’ in the comments, actin’ brave behind a screen,
But in person they go silent, barely speakin’, barely seen.
Say they “grindin’,” say they “movin’,” bro your record lookin’ clean—
Ain’t no wins, ain’t no trophies, just excuses in between.
Throwin’ shade like it’s a hobby, but they never did a thing,
Every goal they got is borrowed, every flex is on a string.
They be talkin’ like they kings, but they don’t even own a ring,
Only thing they ever ruled was a table in a wing.
(Pre-Hook)
Why you speak like you’re a legend when you barely left your house?
Why you talk like you’re a leader when you follow every crowd?
You ain’t lift a single brick but tryna claim you built a town—
Better silence all that noise before I go and break it down.
BEAT SWITCH — darker, slower, heavier bass
PART II — CYNICAL /
WORLD-DISGUST (politicians)
(Verse 2)
They all lie, they all lie — on their power they’re all high,
Hands clean on the camera but in secret they’re all sly.
Smilin’ on the front page, stabbin’ on the back line,
Say they stand for “truth,” but that word got a deadline.
Talk circles ‘round the questions, twist the truth until it bends,
Promise heaven in the intro, bring you hell before the end.
Every speech is just a rerun, every motive they pretend,
Same old story, different faces, same corruption they defend.
They ain’t leaders, they just actors with a suit and better script,
Switch opinions every hour like they flippin’ poker chips.
Say they fightin’ for the people while they fillin’ up their ships,
You can see the greed leakin’ from the corners of their lips.
(Hook — slow, haunting)
Yeah, they all lie, they all lie —
Tell you “follow,” tell you “trust,” but they all hide.
On their power they get drunk ‘til they fall blind,
Got the whole world in their hands but a small mind.
Yeah, they all lie, they all lie —
Promise change but they never even try.
Tell us stories ‘cause the truth won’t qualify,
Same script, same trick, every alibi.
PART III — FAST PICKUP (final energy burst)
(Outro Verse)
Big mouths, zero work — that’s the anthem of the day,
Fake strength, fake talk, fake power they portray.
Politicians, local clowns, all the same cliché,
If honesty was currency, they couldn’t even pay.
I ain’t buyin’ what they sellin’, I don’t need their lullabies,
I’d rather see the cold truth than a thousand pretty lies.
All that talk don’t mean nothin’ when the world realigns—
And when karma cuts deep?
They gon’ hear it in surround sound twice.
