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Lyrics
[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?
Details
GeneratedFeb 18, 2026
Duration3:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
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.
Credits
Prompt by
MadMadMuzik
MadMadMuzikModelAria v5
Prompt
Conspiracy theory and illuminati rap
