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This ain’t just music, it’s scripture in rhythm,
truth for the lost, and a light for the vision.
Turn the speakers up — let the world bear witness,
the best ever written, no ghost in this business.
I speak for the voiceless, scars in the crowd,
the system builds walls, but we’re breakin’ ‘em down.
Blood on the pavement, pain in the skies,
but hope keeps livin’ when a real one rise.
Every nation divided, every people in chains,
leaders profit off hunger, off struggle, off pain.
But the pen cuts deeper than a blade in the fight,
I turn my verse to fire, and ignite the night.
We rise, we fall, but the truth won’t die,
screamin’ to the heavens, put your fist in the sky.
This is more than a song, it’s the people’s call,
the best ever written, it’s a voice for all.
I see mothers cryin’ for a son they lost,
while billionaires gamble with a world that’s tossed.
They worship the paper, they worship the greed,
but forget that a garden starts with a seed.
Children dream big, but the schools stay broke,
politicians act blind while the people choke.
So I write with a purpose, every rhyme is a fight,
put the world on my shoulders and I still stand right.
We rise, we fall, but the truth won’t die,
screamin’ to the heavens, put your fist in the sky.
This is more than a song, it’s the people’s call,
the best ever written, it’s a voice for all.
From the dirt to the throne, from the streets to the stage,
we ain’t slaves to the system, we ain’t locked in a cage.
Every struggle’s a weapon, every tear’s a flame,
I engrave revolution on the walls of my name.
They said silence the masses, but the people awake,
every chain that they build is a chain we break.
And the beat keeps poundin’ like a war drum loud,
this is history’s anthem, I’m just channelin’ the crowd.
Hands up high if you ever been down,
shout out loud, make the world turn ‘round.
They can’t buy the soul, they can’t kill the sound,
we the voice of the earth, and we stand our ground.
No crown lasts forever, no empire stays,
but the song of the people lives past the grave.
Legends are written in struggle and sweat,
and the ink of the people ain’t faded yet.
When the future looks back, let ‘em play this track,
a reminder of the fire we lit when attacked.
This ain’t just a rhyme, it’s a timeless plan,
the world united by the power of man.
We rise, we fall, but the truth won’t die,
screamin’ to the heavens, put your fist in the sky.
This is more than a song, it’s the people’s call,
the best ever written, it’s a voice for all.
So when the history books tell the tale of our time,
let ‘em quote every lyric, every bar, every line.
This ain’t rap, it’s eternal, carved deep in the stone —
the best ever written, and the world makes it known.
