INTRO (WHISPER → CLOSE MIC)
Everybody quiet.
Lean in.
This isn’t hindsight—
this is pattern recognition.
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VERSE 1 (LOW, CONTROLLED)
Tired but awake, room tilts slow
Days blur together, oxygen low
Screens drip fear, faces preach
“Stay inside. Don’t ask. Believe.”
Hands stayed clean while doubts went mute
Pressure talks, truth wears a suit
Paint peels back, cracks show through
History hums what fear lets through
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PRE-CHORUS (RISING)
I don’t burn past—I dissect
I don’t yell—I connect the checks
Freedom bends, snaps right back
You don’t save souls by locking facts
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CHORUS (HALF-SUNG → SPOKEN)
Consent under pressure—
that’s not consent
Smile through ultimatums
or face the dent
Say it plain, no perfume
Truth don’t flex for suits
Consent under pressure—
that’s duress, not truth
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VERSE 2 (STEADY)
“Be patient. Fall in line.”
Courage isn’t quiet compliance
Faith ain’t blind allegiance
It’s thinking straight through violence
I’d rather move slow, spine intact
Than sprint with crowds off logic tracks
Worth ain’t likes or borrowed clout
It’s who you are when singled out
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CHORUS (LEANER)
Consent under pressure—
call it what it is
Policy lipstick on a loaded fist
Say it straight, don’t water truth
Consent under pressure—
that’s duress, not truth
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BRIDGE (DEAD AIR → WHISPER)
We weren’t counting motives.
We were counting days.
That’s the trick.
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BRIDGE RAP (REN-STYLE PHASES)
PHASE I (MEASURED)
Late markets, rumors shrugged
Jokes till doors got shut
From “all good” to hard decrees
Headlines learned to stand six feet
Graphs screamed loud, context bled
Models spoke over living heads
Ask the math—flag the threat
Curiosity tagged, charged, set
PHASE II (SNAP)
Clipboards smile with velvet threats
“Sign or starve”—that’s consent?
Needles or notices—pick your lane
Feed your kids or eat the pain
PHASE III (GLITCH)
Heroes—hailed—then cut
Banners up, paychecks shut
“Thank you, nurse” on corporate feeds
Sixteen-hour shifts, no relief
Called angels, worked them raw
Short-staffed, burned, then shown the door
PHASE IV (DOUBLE-TIME)
Emergency powers copy-paste
Temporary plans that never fade
From flatten curves to flatten talk
Public health turned state-long locks
PHASE V (COLD AUTHORITY)
I’m not mad—I’m exact
Words rewired mid-act
“Misinformation” meant “don’t push”
Truth survives tests, not hush
Next wave comes—I won’t kneel
I won’t trade thought for a pill
Guard the weak. Lower fear.
Spine straight. Eyes open. Clear.
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FINAL CHORUS (MINIMAL)
Consent under pressure—
say it correct
No moral cover for a veiled threat
Stand firm. Stay human.
When systems bend the rules
Consent under pressure—
that’s duress. That’s truth.
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OUTRO (CALM)
We were tested—
by fear, power, and conscience.
You don’t get to unsee it.
Now choose.
Gnik
