(Beat intro: deep sub-bass rumble … DROP) [HOOK – beat slaps] Yeah he said he’d drop the files, crowd screamin’ “let’s go!” Now he’s in the White House callin’ all of it a hoax. Campaign trail fire, now he ghosted all the smoke— Why you promise what you scared of? Bro we all know. Talk big, then hide quick, that’s that flip-mode flow— You said you’d spill tea, now you talkin’ like you don’t. Funny how the truth hits harder than the quotes— You built a whole vibe, just to call your vibe a joke. [VERSE 1 – bass throbs, flow gets mean] Ran on “Epstein files,” crowd wild, flags up, Said the swamp could never swim once you light that match up. But when names start showin’ and the heat start stack up, Suddenly the storyline changes: “Yo, that’s made-up!” Press sec on the mic like, “That list ain’t real,” But y’all ran the whole campaign on the opposite appeal. How you call it fake now? Bruh, the math don’t deal— If it’s all imagination, why the panic when it’s revealed? Had the whole base convinced you’d uncage the vault, Now the vault got locks, triple codes, air-fault. Shoutin’ “hoax!” when you’re caught is your trademark fault— When the mirror gets loud, you declare it an assault. You said you’d bring light, but you dimmed it on arrival, Switched the script so fast it broke timeline survival. “Expose the elites!” turned into “Actually, it’s tribal,” Bruh you can’t call your own promise a tall-tale bible. [HOOK – beat hits harder] Yeah he said he’d drop the files, crowd screamin’ “let’s go!” Now he’s in the White House callin’ all of it a hoax. Campaign trail fire, now he ghosted all the smoke— Why you promise what you scared of? Bro we all know. Talk big, then hide quick, that’s that flip-mode flow— You said you’d spill tea, now you talkin’ like you don’t. Funny how the truth hits harder than the quotes— You built a whole vibe, just to call your vibe a joke. [VERSE 2 – savage mode] Beat drops, you duck low, narrative in free-fall, Whole squad look shook when reporters make a recall. Receipts hit daylight, now the tone gets small— If it’s “nothing,” why the fight to withhold it all? You said “sunshine’s cure,” now you close the blinds tight, Said the list ain’t real but you used it for a highlight. Sold it like a promise, then denied it in the twilight— Whole thing’s messy like a scandal in the floodlight. We ain’t shocked though; it’s the same old runback, Blame game loop, every time you get the pushback. Campaign hype train crashin’ off the one track— If truth’s a “fake hoax,” why you scared of the unpack? Ain’t no deep state needed when you self-contradict, Ain’t no “witch hunt” story when you wrote your own script. Everybody laughin’ ‘cause the irony hits— How you hype a whole files drop then pretend it don’t exist? [OUTRO – bass fades slow, last line punches] Promised us the truth… then you labeled truth a myth. Funny how the biggest “hoax” is the one you ran with. 😤🔥

Hoax on the Mic