

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Static in my skull City on my phone All these borrowed voices I just wanna go [Verse 1] Rapper 1: Everybody talk tough, copy-paste courage Filter on fear, but the cracks keep surging Scrolling for a soul that I might call mine But the more I imitate, man, I flatline Rapper 2: They said “fall in line, boy, pick your side” Choose a little prefab, live that lie I burned that script, let the mask get thrown If I’m dying on a hill, it’ll be my own (yeah) [Chorus] Stand alone And be your own No crown, no throne Just blood and bone I won’t break To fit your mold Stand alone And be your own (be your own, hey!) [Verse 2] Rapper 1: Boot prints deep where I learned my lessons Walked through the blame, came back with blessings Every scar on my skin is a signed confession Saying “I was here, I survived the pressure” Rapper 2: All that noise in my head like a cult in session Telling me sit down, skip the questions Now I cut that cord, let the storm get shown I’d rather be strange than a perfect clone (woah) [Chorus] Stand alone And be your own No crown, no throne Just blood and bone I won’t break To fit your mold Stand alone And be your own [Bridge] [Beat strips back, distant guitars and echoing vocal] If I lose that crowd I might find my pulse If I walk alone I might save my soul [Chorus] Stand alone And be your own Heart loud, mind grown I claim my zone I won’t bend For what you own Stand alone And be your own (be your own)
Tags
rap, Hybrid nu-metal / rap-rock with trancey pads and techno percussion, dual male vocals trading verses; distorted guitars lock with a swung hip-hop groove, 808-weighted low end and glitchy synth arps in the hook, ambient intro that swells into a mosh-ready chorus, call-and-response ad-libs and stacked gang vocals on the title line, metal, nu metal, hip hop, rock, techno, trance, ambient
3:38
No
4/15/2026