Verse 1
Yo, I’m the phantom, shadow in the boardroom,
Corporate suits quiver when I enter the war zone.
Skyscrapers crumble when I rumble with this dialogue,
David with the slingshot, Goliath in the catalog.
Fat checks, they cut ‘em but never break bread,
While the workers hustle, they sleep in silk beds.
I’m Big Poppa, but I’m fed up with the schemes,
Big biz playin’ God, crushin’ people’s dreams.
We takin' stock options, shuttin' down the greed,
Turnin’ profit margins into food we can feed.
Wall Street vultures ain’t safe from the flow,
I’m a Brooklyn renegade, takin’ back the dough.
Hook
We take down the towers, build up the streets,
Big business fallin’, we risin’ with the heat.
No more takin’ losses, this the people’s time,
Biggie spirit in the rhyme, now the world’s mine.
Verse 2
Yo, I’m the voice for the voiceless, hands in the air,
For the 9-to-5 grinders breathin’ toxic despair.
CEOs actin’ like they kings on thrones,
But they can’t stop the force of these microphones.
It’s the people’s revolution, no more silent nights,
We dismantle their systems under city lights.
Power to the hustlers, the moms, and the youth,
I’m paintin’ pictures vivid, spittin' only the truth.
Gold-plated boardrooms, I’m burnin’ their seats,
Put the cash in the hood, yeah, that’s the real feat.
From the corner bodegas to the rooftops high,
We bring it back to the people, watch the eagles fly.
Hook
We take down the towers, build up the streets,
Big business fallin’, we risin’ with the heat.
No more takin’ losses, this the people’s time,
Biggie spirit in the rhyme, now the world’s mine.
Bridge
Brick by brick, we dismantle the scheme,
Turn stock exchanges into freedom dreams.
We got the grind, the hustle, the faith to believe,
Big business ain’t as mighty as they’d have you perceive.
Verse 3
Yo, from Wall Street wolves to tech monopoly beasts,
They feast on the poor while they fatten their feast.
But Biggie Smalls taught me how to spot a fake,
So we push back strong ‘til the whole system shakes.
I’m the nightmare, they ain’t countin’ in the forecast,
Cut the strings on the puppets they broadcast.
Break chains, build lanes for the grassroots,
Showin’ love to the people in Timberland boots.
One mic, one mission, I’m the people’s champ,
No retreat, no surrender, keep the fire amped.
From the block to the burbs, let the anthem play,
We take down the machine, pave a brighter day.
Hook
We take down the towers, build up the streets,
Big business fallin’, we risin’ with the heat.
No more takin’ losses, this the people’s time,
Biggie spirit in the rhyme, now the world’s mine.
Outro
Ayo, this for every dream they tried to crush,
For the little man who fights in the corporate hush.
Big business, hear me loud, we comin’ to slay,
Brooklyn style, takin’ back the day.
