[Intro – Orchestral Build by Ludwig Göransson]
“Oscorp Industries… Future Begins Now.”
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[Verse 1 – Idikogin]
I swing through the wreckage, skyline electric,
Spider in the shadows, Oscorp’s infected.
Science turned sinister, venomous intention,
Green in the goggles, chaos in the engine.
I’m tryna balance DNA with a death wish,
Parker in the lab, but the pain feel endless.
Innovation twisted, Norman’s in denial,
Born from ambition, corrupted by the vile.
Every web I weave got ghosts in it,
Uncle Ben’s voice still spoke vivid.
Oscorp towers glisten — gold, greed, and grief,
While they auction off power, I’m chasing belief.
They build gods in a flask, clones in a cradle,
AI minds wired to betray the label.
I see progress, but it’s painted in blood,
The future they design ain’t meant for love.
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[Chorus – Idikogin x Ludwig Göransson (Orchestral Choir)]
Oscorp rising, city in the flame,
Born from science, now it’s out the chain.
Truth in the serum, lies in the vein,
You can’t cage the spider or the pain.
[Choir (echoing)]:
Rising… Rising…
Oscorp… Rising…
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[Verse 2 – Idikogin]
Yeah, I seen monsters in the boardroom,
Madmen masking doom in costume.
Powerpoint prophets, funding the end,
Call it “innovation,” but it’s hell they send.
Peter in the mirror — “Which side you choose?”
The genius or the guilt, the loss or the muse?
Even Ludwig scoring like fate in a loop,
Violins cry like the truth in the booth.
Oscorp got plans that rewrite the laws,
Nanotech armor, but the ethics flawed.
Heroes fall, villains rise through the smoke,
When greed’s the conductor, the world’s gone broke.
Still I rise — spider emblem shining,
Through chaos, I’m redefining timing.
From the ashes of progress, I build my reign,
Because even in darkness… I remain.
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[Final Chorus – Full Orchestra + Choir Explosion]
Oscorp rising, city in the flame,
Born from science, now it’s out the chain.
Truth in the serum, lies in the vein,
You can’t cage the spider or the pain.
Choir (crescendo):
Rising… Rising…
Oscorp… Rising…
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[Outro – Ludwig Göransson (Score Finale)]
“In the web we weave, some strings break…
But even the broken threads tell the story of creation.”
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