[Intro] They put the truth in a meme Laugh at you when you read Call you “crazy” on the screen While they write what you believe (yeah) [Verse 1] Closed door meeting on a Monday Same five faces every runway Same last names on the front page Same black cars in the valet Handshake coded like a cipher Logos in the glass on the high-rise Third eye taped by the Wi-Fi Contract signed in the blue light Scroll, scroll, swallow what they sell you Algorithm studying your bedroom Think it’s random what they tell you? Every trend feel planned when it hits you [Chorus] I see triangles in boardrooms, eyes in the sky Little symbols in the logos, watching me buy They say, “Relax, it’s a joke,” while they tighten the ties If it ain’t real, then why it live in their eyes? (why?) Why the same hands pulling every string that I try to untie? [Verse 2] News talk smooth like a preacher Reads from a script on a screen Same three phrases on replay Same five topics in a week Follow the money, not the hashtag Same donors on every campaign Same plane, same secret name tag Same island nobody can name Six-point plan in a briefcase Red tape wrapped like a gift They flip fear into rebates Sell safety with a twist Who picks heroes in the movies? Who paints villains that look like you? Who writes history in schoolbooks? Who edits every single truth? [Chorus] I see triangles in boardrooms, eyes in the sky Little symbols in the logos, watching me buy They say, “Relax, it’s a joke,” while they tighten the ties If it ain’t real, then why it live in their eyes? (yeah) Why the same hands pulling every string that I try to untie? [Bridge] Maybe I’m lost in the patterns Maybe it’s all in my mind But why do they blacklist the questions Every time, every time? (every time) If I’m just reading too deeply Why they shadow-ban the rhyme? Tell me who’s scared of the daylight If nothing’s hiding inside [Chorus] I see triangles in boardrooms, eyes in the sky Little symbols in the logos, watching me buy They say, “Relax, it’s a joke,” while they tighten the ties If it ain’t real, then why it live in their eyes? (hey) Why the same hands pulling every string that I try to untie?

rap, Dark, head-nodding boom-bap with eerie pitched vocal samples and low choir pads. Beat starts sparse and menacing, then thickens with sub bass and tight hats. Hook swells with layered male vocals, whispered doubles, and quick ad-libs. Verses stay dry and upfront so every bar hits like a late-night street sermon.

Triangles in the Boardroom