**Style:** Afrobeat-Reggae Rock | **BPM:** 98 | **Mood:** Defiant, Mystical, Sweltering
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**[Intro]**
*(Droning cellos + harmonicas in minor key; tremolo violins build tension. Reggae-rock snare kick enters with Afrobeat shakers)*
**[Verse 1]**
Oh, Anansi… why’re you grinning, baby?
*(Offbeat guitar skanks, djembe thumps)*
Does that gold web hide the debts you owe tonight?
Or did your stories twist like vines, maybe?
*(Wailing harmonica riff; soulful female harmonies layer)*
**[Pre-Chorus]**
I don’t wanna curse your name…
*(Wah-wah guitar licks, synth bass wobbles)*
But someone’s gotta burn the game—**why not me?**
**[Chorus]**
Would you slither down your fence?
*(Afrobeat horns blast, distorted harmonica growls)*
Spin your lies, but show your face—I’ll take the blame.
**Would you cry out loud?**
*(Drums halt; eerie cello sustains)*
**If I ever were to drink your chemical?**
*(Female ad-libs: “Ooh, the poison’s sweet…”)*
**[Verse 2]**
Oh, trickster… where’s the pact you made, baby?
*(Distorted harmonica solo over rocksteady groove)*
Buried deep beneath your silk and ash and pride?
Does your new tale drown my name in maybe?
*(Aggressive violin saws; djembe fills)*
**[Bridge]**
You said, *“Deals never die, only debts get old,”*
*(Acoustic strums, harmonicas weep)*
But **chemicals burn holes** in stories you’ve sold—
*(Reggae-rock power chords crash; synth bass rumbles)*
**[Outro]**
*(Harmonica drones + cellos moan. Violins spiral upward)*
Na-na-na… the chemical sings…
Na-na-na… as the spider’s thread breaks…
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