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.