Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was raised on a flag and a hard-earned line
Not for handouts, no, I built my own time
You can talk big dreams, but don't take what's mine
Got a right to my voice, got a right to decide
[Pre-Chorus]
If you want the floor, then bring the truth
If you want my trust, then show your proof
We don't bend for the lies you sell
We know the sound when the orders swell
[Chorus]
This is the land of the republic
Say it clear, don't make it vague
This is the land of the republic
Rights are real, not words on a page
This is the land of the republic
I stand up, I won't back down
This is the land of the republic
Built by hands, not handed out
[Verse 2]
A free man's voice in a crowded room
A hard day's work and a borrowed broom
You don't own the sun, you don't own the field
You don't own the law, and you can't break my will
[Pre-Chorus]
If you want the floor, then bring the truth
If you want my trust, then show your proof
We don't bend for the lies you sell
We know the sound when the orders swell
[Chorus]
This is the land of the republic
Say it clear, don't make it vague
This is the land of the republic
Rights are real, not words on a page
This is the land of the republic
I stand up, I won't back down
This is the land of the republic
Built by hands, not handed out
[Bridge]
Take the rule, take the scheme
Take the noise, not the dream
Keep your grip off my street
We still rise on our feet
[Chorus]
This is the land of the republic
Say it clear, don't make it vague
This is the land of the republic
Rights are real, not words on a page
This is the land of the republic
I stand up, I won't back down
This is the land of the republic
Built by hands, not handed out
Details
GeneratedJun 28, 2026
Duration2:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
West Coast hip-hop with a loose half-time bounce, deep sub bass, crisp hi-hats, and a swaggering snare pocket; verse rides minimal drums and a dark synth pulse, pre-chorus opens with stacked male harmonies and a rising filter, chorus lands on a wide chant with gang doubles and short delay throws. Vinyl crackle, reverse cymbal swells, and a bass drop into the hook. Bright, punchy, radio-ready mix; male vocals, deep, country
Credits
Prompt byLofiBanger163
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Can't be a socialist in the land of the republic. Can't stand for rights you don't have. Get out of my country and go back to yours and leave mine alone. West Coast beat . deep bass Hi hats male sing
