Let—em let—em
Steel links drag on a midnight floor
Talk loud, walk proud—my silence roars
You ready? Good. Let me talk
Let me talk—jet-black facts
Let em strut in counterfeit slacks
Let em sweat when the truth pulls up
Watch gold paint crack on a paper cup
Let em rob my pockets clean
I'm printed on a deeper green
Let em crown themselves with tinfoil sheen
I sharpen patience into guillotine
You flex quick; I flex forever
I'm Midwest granite, river-clever
Let em! Let em! I don't care
Flex Ripple 808 shakes dead air
Let em! Let em! Talk that noise
I move quiet, they chase toys
Let em talk. I calculate
Let em play doctor, scissors dull
I stitch my wounds with rusted lull
Let em play king of cardboard thrones
I'm alum-spined, break no bones
Let em steal my 9-to-5
I flip dusk hours—still survive
Let em wear me down to thread
Thread turns rope 'round arrogant heads
Let em! Let em! Sweat that debt
This ain't music. This is SLOP
Let em! Let em! Pound that chest
I stayed calm, outlived the rest
Let em build. I break fate
Let—em grind the wheel
Endurance eats empires
LET 'EM! Bass erupts, walls peel
Let em! Let em! Throne of dust
I'm still here; rust hates rust
Let em! Let em! Pound that chest
I stayed calm, outlived the rest
Let em tire, let em drown
My quiet cough will wear the crown
Night shuts down—let em