Reap the Bedrock

[Intro](The song opens completely a cappella. A deep, circular-breathed didgeridoo rumble shakes the speakers with a heavy drone. A rhythmic mouth-beatbox pattern layers on top, locking with a raw, acoustic boot-stomp.)Clear the timber out.We ain't begging for an open door.We built our own staircase out of the trench.Stomp the floorboards loose.Let 'em hear it.[Verse 1](Fast, punching folk-rap delivery running in lockstep with the heavy boot-stomp and the constant, vibrating didgeridoo hum)They tried to fence the wilderness, tried to chain the beastPut a padlock on the valley from the western to the eastBut the current in the river doesn't care about a wallWe hit the limestone heavy just to watch the barrier fallGot a rugged six-string cutting sharp through the dustSlapping down the metal strings, burning up the rustNo more hiding in the thicket where the quiet ones bleedWe are growing giant structures out of one single seed!(Vocal yodel accent burst: Yod-l-ee-ooh!)[Pre-Chorus](The didgeridoo drops to a rhythmic growl. A distorted, screeching electric fiddle enters with a lightning-fast, high-voltage slide.)I feel the iron gear turning deep under the floorWe aren't knocking on the entrance, we just shattered down the doorKeep your shoulders squared up, let the cadence take the leadThere's an unyielding momentum rolling everywhere we treadReap the bedrock! (Hey!)We are taking back the ground! (Yodel-ay!)Reap the bedrock! (Hey!)Turn the silence into sound!Let the mountain shake! (Hey!)Let the ancient timber crack!We got a rhythm in the valleyAnd it ain't turning backCall the crew from the mountain, tell the riders to runWe are setting up a fire right ahead of the sunThey were calculating losses while we measured out the prizeLooking right into the future with our wide-open eyesNo permission from the boss, no delay on the clockWe are carving out a destiny directly from the rockRubbing two hands together, sparks flying from the palmsWe don't need their permission and we don't need their alms(Vocal Scatting Breakdown)Skibidi-bee-bop-diddly-wop-bam-boom!Digga-digga-shoo-wop, clear out the room!Zat-zat-za-bi-do-wop, hitting the track!(Call-and-response gospel chant, belted out with maximum vocal grit over the scat rhythm)Did you think the canyon could swallow up the shout?(No, the echo’s lives on