(Intro – fast, distorted synth + heavy bass drop)
Yo, check the mic, one-two—
This a rave alert, red, white, and blue
But the strings attached, yeah, they ain’t my size
Who really pullin’ the strings tonight? (Say what?)
(Verse 1 – steady, aggressive flow)
Oval Office, but the throne’s overseas
Puppet commander, sayin’ “please” to degrees
They snap their fingers, he adjust the tie
“Jump, Mr. President—” he askin’ “how high?”
Treaty on the table? Nah, that’s a leash
Foreign check cleared, now he talkin’ their speech
Fox on the screen, but the script’s from Berlin
Or Beijing, or Moscow—where do I begin?
Patriot act? Nah, that’s a puppet ballet
Every tweet a marionette string pulled halfway
(Pre-chorus – building, echo effect)
They don’t need a coup, don’t need a bomb
Just a phone and a donor and a perfumed palm
Say “ally” but they mean “lapdog, sit”
Red pill or blue? Nah, you already bit
(Chorus – rave beat, crowd chanting)
Puppet, puppet, watch him dance on the wire
Foreign hand up his back, breathin’ fire
Left, right, left—no, that ain’t his choice
Foreign country talkin’ through his voice
Puppet, puppet, yeah, the strings are global
Salute the flag? Nah, salute the noble
Who’s really president? Look past the smirk
Foreign power clockin’ in for work
(Verse 2 – faster, more frantic)
Summit in Geneva, he read from a card
“My master says tariffs—make the trade war hard”
They laugh in the backroom, sip expensive wine
“Best investment ever—this president’s mine”
Executive order signed with a borrowed hand
Underminin’ every soldier in the promised land
“America first”? Nah, America third
Behind the foreign interest and every whispered word
He bows at the airport, he kisses the ring
Doesn’t matter which country—same puppet string
(Bridge – breakdown with laser synths)
Snip one string, they replace it with two
Now he’s campaignin’ on what they tell him to do
“Strong leader”—nah, that’s a hologram
Foreign capital clappin’ like a metronome, damn
(Chorus – repeat, crowd jumping)
Puppet, puppet, watch him dance on the wire
Foreign hand up his back, breathin’ fire
Left, right, left—no, that ain’t his choice
Foreign country talkin’ through his voice
Puppet, puppet, yeah, the strings are global
Salute the flag? Nah, salute the noble
Who’s really president? Look past the smirk
Foreign power clockin’ in for work
(Outro – beat slows, then one final drop)
So next time he speaks, ask who feeds the line
Is it USA—or a foreign design?
Rave in the dark, but the truth in the light
Puppet cut strings… but that ain’t tonight.
(Record scratch. Beat cuts.)
Yeah. Think about it.
Hedgereaper
