Stand on Voicemail by MIG1274 - Zona

Stand on Voicemail by MIG1274 - Zona

Lyrics

[Intro – calm, icy]

Yeah…

Talk loud.

Disappear quicker.

Second Shift Samurai Squad.

Pink Slip Sniper—now listen.

[Verse 1 – FAST]

“Stand on business,” bitch please, that slogan fraudulent,

Ten toes in a post but in real life you runnin’ from shit.

Alarm go off—panic, phone out, duckin’ the smoke,

No PTO, just points, still you call in broke.

Big mouth, soft spine, all cap, no core,

You tough till the workload hit the floor.

Keyboard courage, Wi-Fi backbone,

Soon as pressure get real you alone at home.

You talk like a soldier, move like a ghost,

I move like a blade, you vanish the most.

I clock pain, sweat, fatigue, and stress,

You clock fear, excuses, and dodgin’ the test.

[Hook – mocking, repeatable]

Stand on business? Nah, stand on lies,

Stand on voicemail every time it’s time.

Second Shift Samurai Squad—still outside,

You “ten toes down” till accountability arrive.

[Verse 2 – FASTER, nastier]

You ain’t sick, you allergic to effort and heat,

I’m allergic to bullshit, that’s why I don’t retreat.

You cosplay grit like it’s part of the fit,

Halloween tough, soon as reality hit.

You want respect handed, never paid in the dirt,

I paid dues in blisters, overtime hurt.

You loud when it’s safe, mute when it’s real,

I sharpen my steel while you hide how you feel.

Point system singin’ every time you evade,

Each call-in another mark on the coward parade.

You say “pressure,” never stay when it’s heavy,

I carry the load till my legs ain’t steady.

[Hook – stripped, aggressive]

Stand on business? Nah, stand aside,

Real ones still clocked, you still tryin’ to hide.

Second Shift Samurai Squad—built to survive,

We show up every night, you just talk that vibe.

[Verse 3 – RELENTLESS]

You ain’t feared, you noisy, learn the divide,

I don’t scream for attention, I execute quiet.

You love sayin’ names, love flexin’ online,

But can’t stand on shit when it’s grind time.

You front like a king, throne built of excuses,

Paper crown crackin’ under basic uses.

You fold so fast it’s actually sad,

I almost feel bad—almost, my bad.

This ain’t hate, it’s a mirror you duck,

You see me stay solid, that truth fucks you up.

I don’t miss shifts, I don’t miss calls,

I miss patience for bitches that crumble and stall.

[Outro – slow, lethal]

So keep that phrase out your mouth when you speak,

“Stand on business” don’t belong to the weak.

Second Shift Samurai Squad—blade clean, no sound,

Show up…

or shut the fuck up and sit down