Wake up

This track is a raw, unfiltered blast of truth - an aggressive takedown of a broken world, take systems, and plastic people. it dives deep into societal hypocrisy, political corruption, religious scandal, and the illusion of fame and freedom. This isn't just a rap — it's a rebellion in rhyme. It's for the outcasts, the misfits, the ones who see through the bullshit. Hard bars, no apologies, no sugarcoating - just straight fire aimed at a world gone numb. LYRICS - (No Title) [Intro – 0:00–0:15, whispered tone] They feed us dirt, call it gourmet. They broke the system, then sold us the update. Now we wear chains with a smile. Heh… welcome to the wild. ⸻ [Verse 1 – 0:15–1:00] I’m the product of a glitch in your narrative’s core, Crackin’ skulls with syllables — blood stains on the floor, You worship the rich while they spit in your face, I break bread with the truth, you just beg for a taste. I’m the voice in your head when your meds wear off, The scream in the silence when the filters fall off, You a puppet, strung up with a smile and a task, I’m the question they buried in a tear-shaped flask. ⸻ [Bridge – 1:00–1:15] (spoken softly) You wanna know what’s real? Not this… Not your feed, not your friends, not your mask. You ain’t livin’, you scrollin’ Now go outside and make a change while you still can ⸻ [Verse 2 – 1:15–2:00] I walk through your lies like a ghost through the static, Exposin’ every fraud with a tongue that’s automatic, These rappers just mannequins—soldiers for brands, Claim “real” while they do TikToks and dance with their fans. Genocide goes viral, we scroll right past, But a celeb breaks a nail and the world moves fast, Churches sell merch, schools beg for support, But there’s tanks in the streets while they laugh in the courts. I ain’t preachin’ — I’m scorchin’, torchin’ your throne, Built from bones of the poor that your greed calls home, So don’t label me “rapper,” I’m the glitch in your screen, The last real voice in this synthetic machine. They made the world plastic. But I stayed real. And that’s why they fear me. [Bridge – 1:00–1:15] (spoken softly) You wanna know what’s real? Not this… Not your feed, not your friends, not your mask. You ain’t livin’, you scrollin’ Now start thinking before they catch you in the act…