Lyrics
[Verse]
Swamp thick, got the air like molasses,
They sipping fine wine, we scraping for rations.
Epstein’s ghost still haunts them mansions,
Secrets buried deeper than the devil’s passions.
Golden thrones built on stolen taxes,
Pockets fat while the poor pay maxes.
They trade morals for the cash advances,
Dance with the devil, ain’t no second chances.
[Prechorus]
Whispers in the dark, revolution’s near,
Chains of the corrupt gon' disappear.
[Chorus]
Burn it down, let the system decay,
Plague of the powerful, make 'em pay.
Truth in the ashes, hear what we say,
We rising, we fighting, new dawn today.
[Verse 2]
They flying private jets, we grounded, stuck,
Their silence screams, the game is corrupt.
Island of secrets, where nightmares erupt,
Chains made of gold, but the soul's corrupt.
Boardrooms filled with vultures and liars,
Deals struck over cigars and fires.
Promises cheap, like counterfeit flyers,
The people’s rage, now the match that inspires.
Style
boom bapgrittymale vocalshard-hittingrapwith heavy basslines and sharp snare hits
Prompt
A three minute rap song about the plague that is political corruption and starting a revolution including rhymes about Epstein island
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
GeneratedDec 13, 2025
ModelAria v5
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