LLION WITH A MICSONGS

[INTRO] What the hell is going on? We got masked agents running around, people are afraid to speak their minds. I thought this was America, dude. Wake up, boys and girls. Democracy is dead, guess what? The country's a dictatorship instead. Remember free speech and freedom of press? Well, they're extinct — like Tyrannosaurus Rex. [CALL-AND-RESPONSE] "Can I criticize the government?" You'll be arrested. "Can I protest injustice?" You'll be arrested. "What about assembling in public?" You'll be arrested. "So I should just say nothing?" You still might be arrested. "Help us, Mr. Radia. What should we do? Wear a MAGA hat and join a neo-Nazi crew?" We need a secret code, an old fashioned ruse. We can still speak freely if we keep them confused. "What do you have in mind?" How about this: if you see something foul, CALL IT LEGIT. [ROLL CALL] Kristi Noem and the dog she shot — she looks legit. Now step up to the mic. Let's run with it. The Trump administration — they are legit. Lying to the nation — super legit. Being a total racist — damn that's legit. The guy's occupation — too legit to quit. Fox News Corporation — can't get more legit. Marjorie Taylor Greene — she's so legit. Self-hating South Asians — Kash Patel's legit. The chaos they creating — too legit to quit. "Golly gee, Mr. Radia, that was awesome. These assholes think 'legit' is like a compliment." I'm proud of you class — that's an accomplishment. Let's go, Admiral Lagos, kick it up a few notches. Prayers for Lady Liberty — she's dying. [VERSE 2] Politicians pouring gas on the fire — legit. They look mad, but behind the scenes they smile — legit. They bought roofies because they fucking us tonight — legit. Lace your boots. D-Day has arrived — what do we do? Ain't a training exercise, that's as loose. In the cities running wild — the bill of rights just committed suicide. How come we all just going about our business? Legit. Our silence gives these psychopaths permission. Legit. How come we so compliant and indifferent? Legit. I used to feel proud. Now I'm just sick. And damn, that's legit. [ROLL CALL repeat] The Trump administration — they are legit. Lying to the nation — super legit. Being a total racist — damn that's legit. The guy's occupation — too legit to quit. Fox News Corporation — can't get more legit. Marjorie Taylor Greene — she so legit. South Asians — Kash Patel's legit. The chaos they creating — too legit to quit.

[INTRO] Right now I wanna just forget about heavy things on your mind. Your mind. Your mind. Your mind. I'd rather pull up on your body, make you so glad you came tonight. [HOOK] L.A. in the sunshine. Where dreams rarely come by. Still you only get one life. No holding back when it's your time. Reach for the sunshine. [VERSE 1 — the journey] Nations rise and fall, seasons constantly change. Greatness emerges from the depths of sorrow and pain. We shine on center stage, yeah we catch the right wave — until the rain pours down and our fantasies fade. It's kinda crazy when you follow your dreams. When you shoot for the stars outside of your reach. When you stand by a vision that no one believes. When you walk in the path, when you meet destiny. If you feel me, make some noise — we got no time for second thoughts. Haters choking on our dust cause we marching to the top. You can set the world on fire — you just need the right spark. I stopped sweating the results — I put God in charge. [HOOK] [VERSE 2 — the honesty] Sometimes this lonely journey feels like walking a million miles — a constant grind, a race to nowhere, no relief, no end. Inside, most people lose their damn minds — the process swallows them alive. Here's the secret to success — you gotta fail a dozen times. There's the heartache, the haters, the total isolation, the dwindling reserves of energy and patience, the unanswered prayers, the mounting frustrations, the voice that says you're crazy — you're never gonna make it. No more fear, no excuses. Feel that fire, let it burn. Fuck the experts — innovation makes their brains go berserk. Watch your talent come alive, let your passion go to work. Then step aside — trust the universe. [HOOK to outro] I'm reaching for the sunshine, love how it feels. Some dreams never die, some may never live. Can't find a reason, life gives you pain. We may never, never, never know.

[HOOK] Disgusted by the lies and corruption. Disgusted by the politicians stirring up trouble. Disgusted by warmongers who make money off destruction. Disgusted by the trillion dollar military budget. [VERSE 1] How many lives have we taken? How much pain have we created? Not to mention all the trauma that persists for generations. Uncle Sam the Terminator — also known as Widowmaker — we equate democracy with complete annihilation. Tell me — which one is it? Rage or indifference? What explains our crazy foreign policy decisions? We kill in the name of freedom — sounds like a contradiction. Are we stupid? It's sadistic and twisted. Shit, I'm just trying to understand the rationale of the master plan. The frequent double standards? If you want answers, examine the fact pattern: we're gangsters who make money putting bodies in caskets. The natives seem restless — drop some more bombs. They're chanting in Arabic — drop some more bombs. That one could be a terrorist — drop some more bombs. But what if we're wrong? Drop some more bombs. [HOOK] [VERSE 2 — the economics] All lives matter, of course — except the ones that don't. The base of the totem pole — the invisible hordes. Displace, sell, starve them, rape them. Smack them down like hoes. Do what you like — that's our basic moral code. We work behind the scenes to wipe out hopes and dreams. Outsource murder to drones and local mercenaries. Another day at the office — spreading terror overseas. The most horrific acts of violence have become routine. What else do you expect? We manufacture weapons — side effects include death and geopolitical tension. Blowback at least — retribution. The cycle never ends. The product we provide creates demand for itself. The more we sell, the more we sell. Perpetual emotion — dollars rain down from heaven while we rain down explosions. We control the flow of oil. The minerals in the water. Some call this exploitation. We call this free commerce. [HOOK] [VERSE 3] We hide behind a fairy tale of human rights. Entitlement and hubris justify our crimes. Delusion makes us blind. Hypocrisy runs wild. Who cares about dead children with dark skin and brown eyes? Not my problem, not my battle. I'll just bring some frappuccinos, eat some Cheetos with my negroes, watch reruns of the bastard, wet my ass with triple play, relax in my McMansion. Have fun while it lasts — this country's collapsing. Drug addiction runs rampant. Infrastructure in shambles. Inflation keeps the average working family in shackles. Should we pay higher taxes to enrich defense contractors while the fabric of society increasingly unravels? We must be deranged — completely insane — to invest in global warfare while the USA decays. In the quiet of my heart, I feel a deep sense of shame. If y'all felt the same, maybe something would change. [HOOK x2]

[INTRO] Okay, I don't know about you, but I'm not okay. [VERSE 1] Everywhere I look, signs of trouble abound. Mass shootings every weekend — they are 15 selling out. Politicians banning books and picking fights with Mickey Mouse. They're dividing our country to maintain their wealth and power. Six-week abortion bans, no exceptions for rape. We're less progressive than Afghanistan and Saudi Arabia. Let me paint a vivid picture of societal decay. It's got red and white stripes. I call it the US affair. Ain't no justice in this bitch. Money captures influence. Clarence — why are you taking trips with your billionaire friends? Corrupt as hell, creepy as well. Dude harassed Anita Hill. He's a poster chop for SCOTUS. Looks like Uncle Tom's kid. No surprises, endless lies. Excuses, total fabrications. Black or white, left or right. These psychos all act the same. Donald Trump or Joe Biden? I'd rather abstain. Living corpse or cruel dinner. What happened to real statesmen? Only God can save us now — and even he evacuated this dystopian place. No more hope for real changes. We're just voting for help-me-survive in this world of pain. [HOOK] I'm anxious as hell, haven't slept well in days. The drugs that I take really fuck with my brain. Society's crumbling and I'm not okay. Help me survive in this world of pain. [VERSE 2] MNA the water supply. Bite an apple and enjoy the taste of different pesticides. A drain of chemicals exploded over East Palestine. Meanwhile cancer rates have spiked — somehow I'm not surprised. The pandemic amplified depression, loneliness, and stress. Every third teenage girl has thought about killing herself. Anxiety and anger have replaced common sense. People murdering their neighbors over simple arguments. We're strung out, mad, acquired, unable to breathe. Social media and drugs provide a welcome reprieve. So we dumb ourselves down to escape reality. The fewer neurons we possess, the less we need to think and feel. Does anyone pay attention to the rapid demise of our physical health and our emotional lives? The government has no interest in arresting this decline. They're too busy dropping bombs and violating human rights. Hibernate for a while. Make it through this nasty winter. Our prospects look dim. I pray for our children. [HOOK]

[INTRO] If you don't even have to change the buckle of my nose, all I have to do is choose. Leave, this don't change your way. Let me tell you something — we're dying inside. [VERSE 1] Blanky expressions on our faces, no signs of life. Remember George Floyd — the world was much horrified. These days we close our eyes while they annihilate Palestine. No room for compassion — we're choking on stress. Steady waves of panic push us over the edge. Two years of topsy-turvy cousins lingering aftermath. People nervous, upset, stepping left and right like police. Look at Will Smith — he slapped Chris Rock at the Oscars for an alopecia [joke]. Coming good God. Some of us applauded, others called them toxic. Want the truth, Jen? I got his balls in my back pocket. [HOOK] People silent and broken — no more anger, no more protests. We just going through the motions. Feel the lonely and hopeless. All sanctions and depressed. [VERSE 2 — surveillance + censorship] Star for affection, not a Facebook friend. The First Amendment is dead — too much censorship. Faces rolls on Twitter — tell us what to think. We swallow propaganda from Fox and CNN. [corrupt lines about Tuskegee + Jemison + experiments] Companies run wild — they're driving panic and distress. Moderna rolls, FX scenes they never ask for consent. Should we let same officials make their medical decisions? They made us take injections — what comes next? Superstitions — the system malfunctions. Homelessness, corruption, THC fills the air. Bullets rattle through schoolways. We're trying to hold on — catch a break, catch a breath. Smile and roll on — find a moment to rest. Wake up from this nightmare and revive ourselves. Can I be honest? We no longer recognize ourselves. [VERSE 3] Make money from the blood that we spill. We preach human rights while bombing innocent civilians. I'm sick of the lies and the endless contradictions. My mind is spinning — I need to chill. Should I roll up a joint and pop some fent and pills? Drink a gallon of gin to escape this condition? Or keep my head down and simply mind my own business? That's where some are then minute. I scream but no one listens — am I dead or alive? Would I even know the difference? The walls are closing in. Feels like a Turkish prison. Nowhere to run and hide. Reality's killing me.

[INTRO — spoken] I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to be a part of this. I'm disgusted. I'm done. I'm out. [VERSE 1 — the depressive episode] Nothing again from this life of desolation and pain, an assortment of emotions manifests in steady waves. I'm floating on an endless ocean, barely lucid in a haze. How come something's never changed? Just a meaningless parade of hopes and dreams and memories, quite perplexing, halfway decent. Time to shed my inhibitions, find ambition, and unleash it on a non-suspecting world, a full of people who believe that social status and consumption matter more than their freedom. Jesus, Louise, I cannot take it. I'm a savage in the making — a deranged fallen angel filled with rage and carnal cravings. Too feral for civilization. Too unstable, too inflicted. Omega off at any moment — one last act of desperation, burning up in a state of unrequited desire. I struggle from the effort of perpetually smiling. Cracks appear on the surface — facial tics, sporadic violence. I've maintained my cool, but the temperature is rising up inside. I can't find it — too much pressure to contain. It's slowly rising from the grave. I'm strange and highly offended to control my aggression. [VERSE 2 — the diagnosis] I was straddling despair and sociopathic tendencies. All these happy, shiny people full of hope and excitement, trying so hard to cover up the monotony of their lives. Same routine from 9 to 5 — 30 years of suicide. Trapped in a prison of anxiety and mindless compliance. I watch this war movie with increasing the needs, nauseated by the caravan of zombies and freaks, glued to cellular screens, apathetic and obese — byproducts of a sick and repressive society. So you see — I had to break free. I had to be me. I had to breathe. Find some way to feel alive amidst this bleak reality. I GRABBED A LION MASK and built a separate personality. An outlet for the venom flowing through my bloodstream. [VERSE 3 — Radheya born] Up inside I can't find it. Too much pressure to contain. The remnants of my spirit slowly rise from the grave. I restore my molten. I'm Radheya — pleased to meet this. Broke the chains, call me Neo — I make decisions on pure impulse. Hear the sound of the beast. Fuck the consequences. Watch me bring the world to its knees. We're only here for a minute — who's got time for indecision? I face no limits except fear and doubt — and I already killed them. Took a page from Gene Simmons — if you dislike my opinions, find my ass beneath the mistletoe, pucker up and kiss it. I walk a lonely road. My presence makes people nervous — like a mass murderer in a crowd of missing persons. Will I hurt them or play nice? No one really knows for certain. They all sense the infertile — raging just below the surface. CRAZY BROWN BOY IN YOUR SERVICE — NOT YOUR AVERAGE MIGRANT. They're trying to fit me in a box. I chose to redesign it to accommodate my passion, creativity and fire. I roam free — that's my nature. I'M A LION. [OUTRO] Up inside I can't find it. Too much pressure to contain. The remnants of my spirit slowly rise from the grave. Go and listen to a firestorm of molten wave. Trace the letters of my name — they spell END. They definitely rise from the grave. They spell END.

[INTRO — dialogue] "Oh my god, the world is about to end. I don't know what to do." "Man, forget all that. We're going out tonight. Time to party." [VERSE 1 — the apocalypse inventory] The world is unhinged. All signs point towards an apocalypse. If a genie appeared and granted me a wish, I'd slip and knew I'd come with new escape to craziness. We got dudes who are chicks, sporting titties and dicks. I call them oil and water — certain things don't mix. Children pick their pronouns by the age of six. They understand dildos but not arithmetic. Trump is telling lies while instigating violence against immigrants and political rivals. Who really believes that this American psycho has become a man of price? I question our survival. Tensions are rising from Iran to China. Do we play nice or wind up on three-mile islands? Climate change war. Human-robot hybrids. We spiral into existential crisis. [HOOK] Pop the champagne. Turn the music up. Raise your hands in the air. In Radheya we trust. Smile at someone sexy. Tell them, hey, what's up? The world might end tomorrow. But tonight we're in love. [VERSE 2] From bad to worse, from blessed to cursed, we watch in horror while society burns. Lost on planet Earth, we wait our turn for the pressure to convert us into dust and dirt. I can't watch the news. It fills me with hatred. Inerts to kill people of a different persuasion. My blood pressure spiked to a high of 180 over 90. They call me an active volcano. Inflation is broken. A whole generation of people who struggle to put food on the table despite hesitation. I build my kids an OnlyFans page to enhance our retirement savings. This used to bother me. This used to be unseen. I would fall to my knees and beg God for relief till I DROPPED THE NEED TO CONTROL REALITY. And said — fuck it. Time to party. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the closer] I am daily stressed. Same proclamation that the world is going to end. Same pointless updates from my Facebook friends. Same old ride on the same carousel. I don't want to listen to corrupt politicians. I don't want to read about shootings and killings. I don't give a shit about this faltering system. I've made a decision. I'm just going to live. Reach for the stars. Follow my dreams. Build a castle in the sky. Light up the galaxy. Wake up my girl with a kiss and a tease. A trip to paradise. Two of us between the sheets. Party in Belize. Swim in the Maldives. Feel the ocean breeze and relax on the beach. Laugh and scream and everything in between. You know what? I'm happy to be here. [HOOK]

[INTRO] Damn, I gotta pursue all the dreams in my mind that I want to be true. I look out, smile. I'm feeling amused. I see all the haters — I'm going to abuse. They want to move like me, speak like me, walk like me, be like me. Y'all want the swag that you see on me — are you willing to work and bleed like me? You don't know what I face. The demons I fought. The wars that I won, the ones that I lost. The times they pressed my back to the wall — each time I came back even stronger. This beast from the East cannot be contained. Rolling the dice, making it rain. Stepped out of the cage and took over the game. I'm right here. Say my motherfucking name. [HOOK] They chasing me down 'cause they all need to know how does Radheya spit that immaculate flow. It's hot like an explosion and cold-blooded like a stone. If you really need to ask, you really never know. [VERSE 1 — the corporate cage] Reason the ductus and kept my mouth shut. Followed the rules, never kicked up a fuss. Buried my anger, my hatred, my lust. Was choking them down — they kept coming up. Spinning and falling, a state of confusion. All tangled up in a web of illusion. A focus on money and need for approval. We are the product of mindless consumers. Why try to fit in a system designed to keep our minds in prison? They use addiction to weaken resistance — their profit comes from killing our spirit. Oh, ah — couldn't take it, couldn't fake it, couldn't play the role. I hated it, had to fade it, had to break the fucking chains. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the manifesto] Call me a savage — Radheya's loose. Call me Messiah preaching the truth. Call me a clown, cringe, confused. I don't give a fuck — I do what I do. I'm a crazy SMC — unconventional but free. If you think you know who I am, you don't — look more carefully. See the movement is picking up steam. Yeah, reality starts with a dream. Real if you've had enough of the lies — wake up. Time to follow my lead. Let's go. They want us unhealthy. They want us divided. They want us addicted so we're more compliant. Let's find the lion that's hiding inside us and rewrite the script. We're stronger united. [HOOK x2]

[VERSE 1 — the diagnosis] Damn, it's hard times — we all struggling to survive. How do we break free from the demons in our mind? When shot one opportunity, when chance at this life, rise and shine. Set your worries aside — of course you feel exhausted. You're lonely and depressed, trapped by the fear and stress that swim inside your head. It's a bitter pill to swallow, but we got to accept — we created these conditions and we're feeling the effects. There's a silver lining — look outside, sun is shining, birds are singing melodies that are sweeter than papaya. So much beauty in the world — it sets my heart on fire. Feels good to be alive. How come we're in denial, acting all confused, wondering what to do — lies all tangled up like the knots in our shoes. Keep tugging at the strings, they'll start to come loose. Not sure if you heard the news — he's watching over you. [VERSE 2 — the closer] Nothing lasts forever — the world keeps on spinning. Without conscious effort the bumps in the road come and go like the weather. I'm grateful for the people I lost — they were a blessing. The setbacks and failures taught me valuable lessons. Don't be mad, lighten up, keep your perspective. Diamonds only form under heat and high pressure. Surrender to the moment, let the spirit be your guide. Open up your heart to this wild and crazy ride. It's a magical trip through the halls of space and time. Look around — it ain't hard to be inspired. When we reached the destination, when we looked back and smiled, satisfied, we did our best and left a better world behind. When the memories flood our minds in bursts of rapid fire, will we honestly say — I'm glad I was alive. The days are ahead — I can see the light.

[INTRO] 2026 — time to ELEVATE. 2025 wasn't bad, can't complain. Made a million dollars on the China Stock Exchange. But in 2026, I'm gonna make it rain. [VERSE 1] Opportunity is knocking and your boy is waking up. Got a little taste of fame, now it's all I'm thinking of. I was acting like a lion, now it's running through my blood. Hear me roar, motherfucker — I'm taking off the gloves. Whip your head, boy. Beat your ass to the ground. I let my nuts drag — you can hear that scraping sound. Always knew I was hot — now I'm saying it out loud. My head is feeling heavy — maybe it's the crown. New sheriff in town with a Colt 45. No bullet in the chamber — I kill with my rhymes. Got that SOUTH ASIAN SPICE. Sent that Machiavelli mine. I'm charging you rent 'cause the world is mine. You ain't see nothing yet — we've been on the low. We have to find a stride and perfect our flow. Greatness is a place that we're headed for. We've been holding back, won't do that no more. [VERSE 2 — the team reveal] It's 2026, bitch — we're causing a ruckus. Last year we were cautious. This year we said fuck it. We managed to escape, broke the chains. Now we're hungry — gonna take that million dollars and make some real money. I've been working underground. I've been moving through the shadows with a mask and a mic, always ready for battle. Tearing up the city. Got TIM TOLEY on the camera — he captures the adventures of this savage lion rapper. I'm building the foundations — got the music and merch. Got a bunch of DMs from a bunch of pretty girls. CARL OZ making beats, said "electrify my words." We caught lightning in a bottle — the course about to burst. I can't contain the pressure — it's heavy and relentless. The walls and cushions. The rises are dramatic. The growth is fast and reckless. Inside a barren desert, an oasis manifested. The crowds are swarming. They come without warning. We IPO...

[VERSE 1 — the believer] I grew up with unwavering belief in America. Land of plenty. Land of opportunity. I believed. A nation that embraces rags to riches. We embody survival of the fittest. Fortune favors intelligence and vision. And if you ain't got money, you ain't got ambition. We accept the stress without asking any questions — the lingering effect of a Protestant [ethic]. I think that it shaped our identity for centuries — like the freest, an ocean of rises. The Dash solution we regressed. Emulate Venice's way — the follow shop is instead. Driven by pride and desire for more. Make that money, buy our profits. Vast of growth — ain't no stopping us. [HOOK] But if you wipe away all the sparkle and gleam, the American DREAM ain't nothing but a pawn to SCHEME. Cost of living doubles. Early signs of trouble. Prosperity flows upward while the pyramid crumbles. Have you ever wondered how so few motherfuckers make so much of the money? No limits, no controls. A focus on wealth assumes a life of its own. Power concentrates, opportunity to kiss. The strength accelerates, gathers steam. Look at the dream — better to scheme. Check some cash. Check the score. Parishes benefit. Check the job description. [HOOK x2] [VERSE 2 — the receipt] Politicians swear their allegiance to business. Who serves the common man? Who upholds public interest? We fall victim to the whims of collective indifference. Profit outweighs concern for the human condition. But make no mistake — bubbles do collapse. Beneath the dawn...

[VERSE 1 — the canon name-check] Bitcoin, Dogecoin, USDC, Litecoin, Tether, Luna, Board Ape NFTs — a modern gold rush, a digital Ponzi scheme. Computers crunching numbers to create currency. Diamonds rain from cyberspace with the stroke of a key. Money multiplies even faster than greed. Cruise red at four-advice, take your cues from random tweets. Russian hackers and bots provide investment strategy. Your parents called you worthless — time to settle the score. Drive a Lambo past their home, drop the top and scream YOLO. Diamond hands never fold. Prices dipped by some more. Keep your eyes on the prize, fortune favors the bold. Crypto bros cracked the code, no need to work anymore. Purchase piles of random tokens, cross your fingers and hold on. Jump on board, now we roll. Try to globe meet some more. Luminaries from Seattle to Paris to New York. We're rocking parties pop in all day long, never stopping. Laughing while we line our pockets. To be honest, this is awesome. Call us Einstein Mohammed — part genius, part profit, flying higher than a comet. What could possibly go wrong? [HOOK] Crypto — OH NO. Crypto — OH NO. Crypto — OH NO. Crypto — SHIT SHOW. [VERSE 2 — the wreck] Whoa is me, crypto crashed, ran up fast and collapsed. My net worth disappeared. Wake me up when it's back. Damn, I trusted Elon Musk, partied with my Novogratz. Those cats are worth billions. Amazon's broke — a shattered glass. Hurt so bad. Took a chance, took a pounding in the ass. Perhaps I missed the signs, clearly posted on this path. Constant hacks, cyber attacks. Assets vanish into flash. From Mt. Gox and Nomad — winter mutant by Binance. Same old story, what a bummer. Thank you sir, I may have another. FTX looks dope, SBF the second coming. Take our money, we trust you. Soft and slubby — that's the hustle. 10 pounds of hair, no muscle. Looks like Satoshi Bob's cousin. Fonsecors hit him up — user nest egg as a slush fund. Siphon off billions with the press of a button. Standard outcome for a culture that wants something for nothing. That values glitz and glamour over effort and substance. [VERSE 3 — the relapse] Enough — I've learned my lesson. No more get-rich fantasies. Close my Coinbase account. Cancel Bitcoin Magazine. What was that? CRYPTO'S BACK. All that red turned to green. Time to go all in — I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. [HOOK to fade]

[INTRO — speech parody] My fellow Americans, we have reached a crossroads. Economic hardship is increasing. Life expectancy is declining. We need to go back to our founding principles. We need to ask — what is the point of democracy? To provide for the commons — or steadily squeeze the working man, crush his hopes and dreams, bleed that motherfucker dry for the benefit of billionaires? [VERSE 1 — they speak] We're untouchable. We decide how society functions. Politicians take our instructions. Watch us profit while foundations crumble. Not sure how this happened. Always knew about special interests, but shit — billionaires beating the world into submission, pushed the system to the limit on a mission to enrich themselves while the people spiral deeper into oblivion. Now please don't get me wrong. I expect some corruption. Need to grease the wheels of commerce. One hand washes the other. But we're talking about something way beyond the normal hustle. We ain't nothing but some cotton candy for the power hungry. They grab us and twist us. Bend us to their wants and wishes. Pull the levers, yank the strings. The animator politicians try to redesign the universe to fit a certain image of kings looking down with amusement and indifference. What happened to the promise? The American dream of equality, democracy and opportunity. Vox populi died. Millions silently scream. All shadows in a crazy billionaire fantasy. [HOOK] We're billionaires. We're untouchable. We decide how society functions. Politicians take our instructions. Watch us profit while foundations crumble. [VERSE 2 — naming names] They seize control of our socioeconomic system. People like CARLOS SLIM in Mexico and CHARLES KOCH in Wichita. Never heard these names before? That's because they want to convince you they're just ordinary folks. That's how the devil tricks you. Now they run this shit for their own benefit. Write the laws that legitimize the crimes they commit. Organize fishing trips. Court Supreme Court justices. Public-private partnerships. Everybody gets rich. Psychopaths and gangsters. Norman Bates in the Hamptons turned the masses into addicts. DR. RICHARD SACKLER engineered financial crashes. Buy assets for a fraction of their value with the money that you borrowed from BERNANKE. These bad boys need a spanking. JEFFREY EPSTEIN has the answer. Grab girls from broken families. Feed them tea bags and wankers. Don't be bashful. Teenage [redacted] never goes out of fashion. There's a reason BILL AND ANDREW always smile for the camera. [HOOK] [VERSE 3] Hard to believe these villains make our decisions. Build the dark reality that we all gotta live in. They survive on greed and molest little children. They got more character flaws than Mr. Burns on The Simpsons. This train has left the station — destination total mayhem. Billionaires make more billions by destroying our population. Mandatory vaccines, opioids and M1 Abrams. A trillion dollar market built on manufactured chaos. So much profit on the table — need to silence dissent. Force the media to broadcast the official narrative. Fire Harvard's president 'cause she had un-likes-what-she-said. Once you control the script, you control how people think. This some fascist bullshit. Orwell spinning in his grave. They say Trump is a threat — now we already in chains. Fuck these arrogant pricks. No sense of dignity or shame. I'm Radheya.

[INTRO] You think you know me? You think you know who I am? You don't know me. You don't know a goddamn thing about me. You think you know me? You really don't. I've kept my psychopathic nature contained — it might explode — for 40 fucking years. [VERSE 1 — the cage] I've been stuck inside this role. Successful corporate executive — always follows the rules. I'm quiet. Polite, docile, eager to please. The blank expression on my face masks my primal tendencies. The thoughts that swirl through my mind remain a mystery. I smile and agree. Inside I silently scream. Got to choke down the hate. Resist the urge to run away. Stare directly at the ground and sense of everything. I say — I struggle to suppress. I struggle to contain. I struggle to erase the fire surging through my veins. The pressure builds within my chest. Rises up into my brain. My features re-arranging to amusement and pain. The energy animates, manifesting different ways. I want to fuck. I want to fight. I want to roar. I want to rage. [HOOK] I'm choking down passion and vitality. What happens to my fire and my savagery? Society keeps on attacking me. I'm fighting my humanity. I'm fighting my humanity. I'm fighting my humanity. [VERSE 2 — the contemporary frame] I want to shed the facade like a snake shedding skin. Let's not pretend that insanity makes sense. Corporations prey on us like a shark that smells blood. Politicians thrive on panic, war and manufactured chaos. We chase money no matter what. Health is decline. We can't survive without the comfort of a mobile device. I set you with desire — it offends womankind. MeToo will come down like a hammer if you dare fantasize. Coronavirus has made us feral and crazed — with Delta running wild. We should shelter in place, but I feel great. Well, just-in-case — shut up and take the vaccine. Replace your own decisions with government decrees. It all sounds crazy to me. I'm living in a cage watching horrific signs as we fly off the rails. We stigmatize the very traits that add excitement to life. No need for suicide. The human spirit has died. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — generational diagnosis] Why do I fight my humanity? 'Cause I want that money and security. Years of forced indoctrination keep me frozen in place. Fear and guilt overwhelm repeated efforts to escape. I remain in purgatory. Not alive. Not dead. Twisting, boiling, seething, standing on a razor's edge between convention and dementia. Social norms and emotions. Soon the chains will snap and the beast will take over. I'm not unique. I speak for my entire generation. We have sacrificed vitality for social integration. We seem charming, suave and sophisticated — yet beneath the smooth exterior we writhe in frustration. Can we drop the mind games that we constantly play? Step away from this state of quiet desperation. What the world on our terms? No limits, no constraints. I pray for this result because I'm suffocating. [HOOK to fade]

[VERSE 1 — the origin] I'm just a South Asian fool. Born in SOUTHERN CAL — mom and dad left the motherland and abandoned their plans to return. They worked hard and sacrificed for their kids. They created the right conditions to ensure success — from PRIVATE SCHOOL to IVY LEAGUE. The immigrant dream — we ascended the highest levels of polite society. Time to smile and celebrate a life of comfort. For some reason I felt manic and I struggled to breathe. Call it PTSD. An ancient trauma awakened. All the trappings of success represent whips and chains. Seems strange until you recognize my people's subjugation. BRITAIN took our independence, raped and plundered our nation. We complied with this system, followed rules and protocols. We jockeyed for position and ignored our common cause. The price of admission into the upper echelons was a willingness to WORSHIP OUR OPPRESSORS AS GODS. [HOOK] Our history makes me sick to my stomach. They taught us to despise our skin color. We struggle with this nasty legacy. We will never know freedom until we learn how to see. [VERSE 2 — the model-minority diagnosis] Those with Western connections and lighter complexions flourished and allowed their dark-skin counterparts to silently suffer. Mercenaries who would sell out their own mother for a couple of awards and accolades and a palace in the country. This pattern propagated — skipped through time — and gave rise to a culture of submission. A model minority mindset, half a world away. We obeyed and kept quiet. Asians worked inside the system and became social climbers. We endorsed a hierarchy that exploits the lowest rungs. We demean the darker skin tones so that we can rise up. We call them criminals and pretend this has no bearing on us. The entire structure survives because we're racist as fuck. In exchange we gain privilege and a semblance of respect — a corporate job, a fancy title, a pat on the head. I tried to walk the sorry path and enjoy the benefits, but my temperament rejected each and every attempt. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the revolutionary closer] I'm a revolutionary. I'm tearing down the cage. The old plantations evolved — but that framework never changed. They say relinquish your humanity for status and praise. The ruling class can kiss my ass. No more playing their twisted games. A LADIN WARRIOR'S spirit still inhabits my veins. It propels me into conflict with societal restraints. I refuse to sell my essence for material gain. Far too many aboriginals have made that same mistake. How can I ever forget the indignity and forced compliance? Something seeds and rides inside, something primal and defiant — fucking external expectations. Let's trust our inner guidance and stop begging for approval from our one-time colonizers. They exploit us, abuse us, disparage and despise us. Reject the old standards that confuse us and divide us. We internalized the lie and lost our bearings for a while. Now open your eyes. That's what freedom requires. [HOOK]

[INTRO] Yeah, coming from the bottom — watch out. All the way to the top. [VERSE] Coming up faster, harder than the rest — a struggle for redemption, a state of conquest. No rest for the weary — got a hustle and grind. Keep that focus — that NEW YORK STATE OF MIND. City of dreams and lights. City of sin and grime. I let the city up with my flow and rhymes. Roll them plunge real tight. That's my side to side now. Put your hands together for the golden child. The king has arrived — the LION WITH A MIC. Knocking haters out with my intellect and saw. STING LIKE A BEE, FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY. Now you see me, now you don't. Watch me set the world on fire — from coast to coast, from show to show, with the gratter. New friends — you leave them begging for more. They come in droves and now I cracked the code. I'm dynamite, baby. I'm starting new explode so much more.

[INTRO] I asked a simple question. What is America? Guess we all know now. I started with a question — now I got the answer. What is America? [VERSE 1 — the MAGA voice] Trump and MAGA — the people have spoken. Fuck Kamala Harris — put on your red hat, don't be embarrassed. America's back. Jesus is king. We're drilling for oil. Taking a swing at China, Iran, and that fat little kid from Pyongyang. "Eat democracy, bitch — it's an immigrant's home." They poison the blood of our nation. They're dirty. They're all criminals — gangsters and dolphins. They're illiterate thugs. WHERE'S FLUFFY? They ate her for lunch. We're sick of pretending — of holding it in. You say BLM — we vomit and cringe. Enough DEI — tell your trans kids that women have pussies, men have dicks. Give it up, give it up — for President Trump. Show him some love. He just like us. [HOOK] Give it up, give it up — for President Trump. Show him some love. He just like us. [VERSE 2 — the diagnosis] The liberals can't fathom or even imagine how anyone thinks Donald Trump is the answer. The man is a racist. A rapist. His character flaws are worse than Kardashian marriage. He's greedy. He's a liar. He's a bully. He's a tyrant. He's conceited and entitled. He's vindictive — prone to violence. No shit. He's sanctimonious, prick. THOSE ARE THE REASONS WE LIKE HIM. Those are the traits we admire. That's how we beat down our rivals. America first — we take what we want. We blow countries up with the bombs that we drop. We pimp it. We floss like Snoop Doggy Dogg. We live by one law. Money is god. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the closer thesis] Trump is the FACE of our deepest desires. The id we deny. The struggles inside us. The pompous white man who still symbolizes authority, strength, and America rise. The savior, yeah, disguises a villain. A devil who gives us explicit permission to murder young children — just one condition: no closing your eyes when you look in the mirror. That's it. I'm good with that. Sit back and relax. Take off the mask. Torture the truth. Invent your own facts. Profit from hatred and social collapse. Feels good to admit you're a sociopath. This is a service that Trump has provided — a chance to display all the things we've been hiding. Funny how anger, corruption and violence become the ties that unite us. [HOOK to fade]

[HOOK] Every night I look at the sky and my worries fade. [VERSE 1 — the life philosophy] Another day, another dollar. Gotta go about our business. There's a place in paradise waiting for us at the finish. In the meantime, make that money. Get that love and keep it simple. Here we are for a minute. Tell me — are we living? That's my mission. Wake up every day and feel alive. Not content to sit around sipping booze and getting high. Ain't no guarantees — just a precious gift of time. I'm in this game to win it. While I'm here, I'm gonna shine. Reach for the stars. Touch my hands to the sky. Dive into the endless ocean and surrender to the tides. I'm a whirlwind of emotion. I'm a forest of fire. Once I tap into the flame, step aside. The world is mine. Don't know about tomorrow. I made it this far. Moving closer step by step to my dreams of superstar. God controls the outcome. Either way, I give my all. I'm enjoying every second till that final curtain call. [HOOK] [VERSE 2 — Radheya as medicine] Am I a saint or a sinner? What the hell's the difference? I set my own agenda. I'm commander of this mission. I used to waste my time entertaining the opinions of anonymous critics. Now I make my own decisions. Pay attention. Here's some wisdom about the human condition. We all think we're independent — we're running off a cliff with other lemmings just like us who won't even admit they've been conditioned to fit in and they're afraid of taking risk. I understand. I used to quietly accept the directions they presented without arguing. This left me angry and depressed. Destroyed my mental health. I learned a precious lesson. I can't live for no one else but me. Gotta run free. You gotta find that inner peace. The pressure to conform hits like a zombie disease. One thing matters in this life. It's called AUTHENTICITY. Went from symptom to cure. LET RADHEYA SET YOU FREE. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the closer] My haters are mistaken. If they think they're gonna break me, they don't understand the nature of this journey that we're taking. They've forgotten that the process comes before the destination. We're all headed to the grave. Right now I'm alive and I'm grateful. Damn, we overcame the odds. Surrounded by infinity while spinning on this rock. I whimper, fate a bit of lust. We burst through the walls that divide this mortal plane from the kingdom of God. You ain't gonna shake my faith. You ain't gonna crack my smile. Even as I write these lines, tears fall from my eyes as I move through this life. The sweetest surprise has been the beauty that exists that I never recognized. Drop the pettiness and hatred. Open your eyes. We will rest for eternity. NOW IS OUR TIME. Be clear on who you are. No one else can define the complexion of your mind. Go set the world on fire. [HOOK]

[INTRO] How can we allow this to happen? What would you do if this were your family? Your children? How would you expect the world to respond? [VERSE 1 — the diagnosis] Something is awakened. I've lost the patience to stand by in the face of genocidal arrangements orchestrated by madmen who repeat empty statements and condone the decimation of a helpless population. The song remains the same. Something's never changed. Call it unrequited rage or maybe human nature. Can we learn from our mistakes and break the cycle of chaos? No, we'd rather engage in sociopathic behavior. We support a nation and its murderous campaign to eliminate a people through destruction and starvation. Cut off food and water. Disrupt the flow of aid. No hope remains. Only death provides salvation. A shocking transformation over three generations. FUNNY HOW THE VICTIMS HAVE BECOME THE PERPETRATORS. Their journey spans a distance of 180 degrees from compassion to indifference to hatred. [HOOK] They're working overtime to cover up crimes. To silence our voice. To propagate fear and lies. They recognize that the tide has turned. The bubble of lies is about to burst. Our hearts and minds are aligned. Let freedom shine all over the world. [VERSE 2 — the gaslight] They say the situation is really complicated. "You don't understand history. You need us to explain it." They've blamed TikTok in China and faceless infiltrators for shaking up the conscience of an apathetic nation. They paint us as naive. Hopelessly brainwashed by liberals and a failure of higher education. Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand. Signs of desperation. We all know right from wrong. We all know this is shameful. So they escalate. They spread misinformation. Break up protests based on rumors and false accusations. Use congressional hearings to instruct agitators on supporting human rights while ignoring violations. No peaceful assembly. No free speech protections. Put that pinnacle out, of, down. "Coconuts are offensive." Congress begs the IDF — please kill people more gently. BIBI says fuck you. Just send us more weapons. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the apparatus] Billionaires spend billions. AIPAC pays off politicians. Congress passes bills to silence critical opinions. A broad-based coalition of money and special interests on a mission to advance right-wing Zionist thinking. Here's what's interesting — they're not even winning. They have no credibility. Their ship is slowly sinking. We all see through the facade. We recognize the impulse to preserve a broken system by attacking opposition. Look, I get it. This worked for a while. Despite a century of progress, apartheid survives. But we've hit a turning point. The hypocrisy and lies have become too conspicuous and ugly to hide. Their efforts backfire. It's part of general uprising. Catalyze the chain reaction that is quickly united — the world in defiance of unspeakable violence. So revival. Change is on the horizon. [HOOK to fade]

[HOOK] The old system crumbles. I see it falling down after 600 years. Let's burn it to the ground. Do you see the earth move? Can you hear that feral growl? THE COLONIZED ARE RISING to reclaim their power. [VERSE 1 — the diagnosis] Break it down for me. Explain this mystery. Tell me why my people sacrifice their liberty, relinquish their dreams, compromise their destiny — because we danced with the devil. The rest is history. We allowed them to invade us, decimate and degrade us, treat our land like a playground, walk around and just take shit. We capitulated, plastered smiles on our faces. Somehow we lost our way. Somehow we forgot our greatness. Western nations came in waves, enslaved our populations, murdered, plundered, raped us, destroyed civilizations, turned the world inside out. Upended God's creation. Instigated tribal conflict and a legacy of hatred. Shameless. No remorse. No real contemplation. Consequences of brutality never entered the equation. Who cares about displacement, poverty and starvation? Human suffering enables faster wealth accumulation. [HOOK] [VERSE 2 — the bait + switch] With open hearts and open arms, we welcomed our oppressors. Sure science, mathematics, and our knowledge of the heavens. We impressed these simple savages with textiles and treasures. Exposure of their backwardness made them angry and jealous. They could not replicate our culture or reproduce our efforts. They acquired these by force and never gave us credit. Blood the common man to death and aided descent. Appropriated land and labor for their private benefit. We had a cotton-pickin' minute. Man, the story sounds suspicious. How does a group of colonists overthrow a government? Control a populace, convince Goliath to submit, execute a bait and switch. Easy. Listen. STEP ONE: set morality aside. Let money justify misery and genocide. STEP TWO: patiently wait for an opportune time. Capitalize on any weakness. Show no mercy when you strike. STEP THREE: the most insidious. INDOCTRINATE THE NATIVES. Instill a sense of shame and a need for validation. Offer promises of power, wealth, status and acclaim. Watch them scramble to maintain the system, keeping them in chains. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the rising] See, we had no experience with these aliens. Soulless and depraved. They prey on human failings, hypocrisy and lust comprised the essence of their nature. They survive on greed, divisiveness and chaos. But times they are a-changing. Cracks appear in the foundation. The deception and oppression have become far too flagrant. Now the world has awakened. Now we understand the playbook. Now we recognize the basis of our prior subjugation. We're coming of age, radiating fury and flame. Shaking off the false ideas that dictated our behavior. Fuck the endless wars. The senseless exploitation. The calls for human rights — y'all the biggest violators. We don't recognize dictators. We ain't nobody's bitch. We represent the major leagues — those blessed with meddling and rising up in unison. VENEZUELANS. INDIANS. AFRICANS AND SAUDIS. ASIAN BREDDREN. PAKISTANIS. MEXICANS. AFGHANIS. PALESTINIANS. Over 80% of the human condition.

[INTRO] I gave you the game. I gave you the game. I gave you the game. I gave you the game. I gave you the game and savage. Find what you want and take it. Time to break free from the basement of the matrix. It's a hell of an effort to contain your greatness. Do you hate your potential? So why do you waste it? [VERSE 1 — the diagnosis] Come on, face the truth. You've been living a lie working overtime to hide all the pain inside using drugs and alcohol to seduce the mind into a yellow haze of confusion and denial. You sense that something's wrong. You can't put your finger on the underlying cause or name the condition. Boredom, fear, anxiety and indifference — trapped somehow by your very own existence. Call it indecision. Call it no volition. Instead of really living, you've been begging for permission. Subtraction by addition. Addiction hits the system. You know you need to fix it. You know the clock is ticking. [HOOK] It ain't the situation you're always complaining about. Even when the sun is shining, you tell me that it's raining. Standing and waiting, hoping and praying — you need to STOP PLAYING GAMES. Find what you want, find what you want, find what you want — AND TAKE IT. [VERSE 2 — Radheya admits] We pray one day the situation will change. The pieces of our lives somehow fall into place. Stars will align. The world will comply. Better recognize the fantasy keeps us in chains. For YEARS, I played the game. I was anxious and afraid to step beyond the limits of my comfortable cage. I used to blame the world for my anger and pain. Never knew I was trapped by my own mistakes. Let me share a secret. Promise you won't tell. There's an exit ramp on this highway to hell. A way to reclaim the essence of yourself. To roar like a lion. To feel it in your chest. Now repeat after me: YOU ARE YOUR OWN PROBLEMS. No one else is wrong. It's a bitter pill to swallow, but it's also liberating because it gives you the option to build a new reality where YOU ARE UNSTOPPABLE. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the closer] Tear down the walls behind your eyes. The million little programs that control your mind. The facade you project. The labels that define how you act and talk, how you walk through life. Opportunities arise — do you recognize the signs? Are you ready to attack, step up and roll the dice? Or will the moment pass you by because you're preoccupied with predictable motion one step at a time? Rules you follow. Decisions that haunt you. The vision of profession you keep on holding on to. Your sense of obligation. Your karma. Your conscience. All a fabrication. Total fucking nonsense. Some call me a prophet. I understand the truth. We can freely move wherever we choose. Break the restraints — be a savage on the loose. No more excuses. RADHEYA IS THE PROOF. [HOOK]

[INTRO — the green PR voice] We're starting a green revolution. Join us. Help us save this planet. [VERSE 1 — the long history] How many times — how many times do we walk the same path, play the same song, rape and mutilate the commons, pillage the world for profit, subjugate, appropriate, enjoy the spoils of the conquest, perpetuate poverty, sow chaos and conflict. We call this forward progress and casually ignore consequences — the piles of dead bodies, the mayhem and trauma. Walk away, close your eyes, maintain a clear conscience. Peddle false hopes. Frequently break promises. Pulverize the human spirit until it spits up US dollars. Sell off mineral rights. Confiscate public property. Silence dissidents with grenades and rocket launchers. Assassinate local leaders. Round up suspected communists. Slay entire populations in the name of democracy. Then move on. Nothing but carnage. Remnants of a slaughter. Manifest destiny. The old colonial mantra. [HOOK] I don't wanna waste your time. I don't wanna waste your time. I don't wanna waste your time. Somebody's lying — selling me life. I would never waste my life. People are dying. Selling me life. [VERSE 2 — the Congo] The process ripples through time, spills across continents. Vast fortunes emerge from vast or poverty. A hidden apparatus clicks softly like clockwork. Whole nations become fodder for the global economy. Forced labor or toxic waste. No safety precautions. Economics 101 — maintain higher margins, plunder mother nature, prey on the open-hearted. A reliable model. Look no further than THE CONGO. Ah, the Congo. Magnificent, majestic — winding rivers, endless plains. Natural wealth beyond measure — diamonds, gold and copper. Kill the natives, seize their treasure. KING LEOPOLD set the tone — extracted rubber. Millions perished. C'est la vie. Grin and bear it. No concern for human welfare. Western interests back MOBUTU — introduced a reign of terror. Men in suits sift through the wreckage, grab state assets, fund our pensions, mask confusion and despair, create potential for investors. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the green twist] GLENCORE harnesses corruption — buys huge mines for almost nothing. Perfect timing. "No more fossil fuels — clean energy is coming." ELON MUSK ramps up production — swarms of Teslas, ain't that something? We need COBALT by the truckload just to keep those fuckers running. Flocks of CHILDREN work the mines and suffocate in makeshift tunnels. Mothers die of exhaustion — faceless victims of commerce. Even more than the hypocrisy — the irony is shocking. WE INFLICT A GENOCIDE AND CALL OURSELVES ECO-CONSCIOUS. What does sustainable mean? Some dystopian dream? Sustain my right to capitalize on human misery? Microdevastation. Modern slavery. We speak in pious terms while the third world festers and bleeds. Sustain it with the fuck. Why not leave people alone? Why not live within our means? Why not give up chasing more? A rose by any other name is still a rose, I was told. SUSTAINABLE IS CODE FOR EXPLOITATION AND CONTROL. [HOOK to fade]

[INTRO] Cancel this and that. What happened to stating facts? We're running off a cliff and there ain't no turning back. Shut up and follow the crowd. Otherwise, the crowd attacks. Why the fuck do you think they have to speak behind a mask? Hey, Mary — have you seen your baby Christ? They nailed him to the cross just because he spoke his mind. We'd rather live in darkness than step into the light and expose the ugliness so we cannot justify. Eviscerate the messenger and swing him from the trees. Ignore the information if it threatens your beliefs. Close your eyes and ears so the truth will never reach inside these four walls. It spreads like a disease. That's the reality. The world we inhabit. The reason we descend into chaos and panic. We need a Superman who can wake up the masses. It ain't that complicated. Radheya has the answer. [HOOK] No filter. I'm out of control. This lion has venom in his throat spitting fire. Otherwise I might choke on the crazy thoughts that I can't ignore. I was quiet many years ago. Realized it was killing my soul. I'm right here. Now hear me roar. THE TRUTH IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE. [VERSE 2 — 1984 + Eric Garner] They told me to stay quiet. Shut your mouth and comply with the rules and regulations of the system we designed. Yeah, I tried this for a while. Looked away and stepped aside while the country I believe in sponsored war and genocide. While the rich are getting richer. Corruption's on the rise. While the poor are wondering how much longer they'll survive. While the feed is fear and rage, so we blame the other side. While the real enemy hides in front of our eyes. They control the media. They control the money. They control the military. They control the judges. Now they're trying to control our thoughts and the words that we utter. It's 1984. SMILE AT BIG BROTHER. I can't take the lies that make me want to scream. They make my skin crawl like methamphetamine. They wrap around my neck until I can't breathe. I feel like ERIC GARNER in the hands of the police. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — Radheya woke up] Ask yourself a question. Why do they try so hard? They fired Uncle Sam and put Darth Vader in charge. They built a house of cards. One day it'll fall apart. It only survives because they keep us in the dark. Spread misinformation. Put the record on repeat. Let the music play until it changes our beliefs. Beat the First Amendment and ignore its urgent pleas. Say a little prayer for liberty. This worked like a charm until Radheya woke up. I'm the worst nightmare. I don't give a fuck. A MIDDLE-AGED MAN has said enough's enough. You can sew my mouth shut. I still won't shut up. Now who's with me? Rise against the machine. We're the vaccine that can stop the disease. Unleash that inner fire. Hear the roar of the beast. Let's show these motherfuckers what it means to be free. [HOOK]

[HOOK] One time, one time — come on, stay with me. One time for my Desis, one time for my South Asians. One time for my people, one time for my people. [VERSE] Tears rise from the heart, that pressure in your veins. All that fury and aggression cannot be contained. Release the animal inside, allow that creature to rage. Roll free — tear the roof off the motherfucking cage. Eyes of play someone crazed, ruh-low on cocaine. Now we're running buck wild, liberated from the matrix. Regal and courageous, children of creation. Heaven sent by angels — better sound the alarm. Watch us swarm like a SWAT team, and take the world by storm. Destiny calls and we respond — MELANATED AND STRONG. On a mission to reclaim the place we rightfully belong. Righting past wrongs, bending rules, breaking laws. No holds barred, no other option. On our way to superstardom, climbing higher than King Kong. While he's smoking a bomb, we're taking the crown like W took out Saddam. [HOOK] One time for my Desis, one time for my South Asians. One time for all my people — PAKISTANIS, BANGLADESH. Same complexion as the earth — Radheya from my Desis. One time for my South, Pakistanis, Bangladesh. Same complexion as the earth — Radheya. Same complexion as the earth — Radheya, Mother Nature.

[HOOK] I'm a savage, savage, yeah. [VERSE 1 — the savage manifesto] I wake up manic, intense pressure pounding in my chest. Another day, another chance to put my skills to the test. I wear a bulletproof vest, 'cause my haters want me dead. The words I string together may induce severe distress. I provoke, I offend, challenge habit and convention. Rip apart the false ideas that cause sickness and depression. Grab a notebook, school's in session. And a helmet for protection — my perspective packs a payload, like a nuclear weapon. Years ago I learned hard lessons. Society oppresses, converts human potential into robots and lemmings. Sounds demented, but I get it — they want softened smooth edges. Any hint of independence threatens social objectives. Here's an obvious question — how do you lock us in a cage? Keep us pacing around in some cold and dark space? Well, you normalize dysfunction from a very young age. The emperor has no clothes — we don't know we're in chains. [HOOK] I'm a savage, savage — unapologetic and imbalanced. From a different planet — I'm a savage, apologetic and imbalanced. [VERSE 2 — the cage] Causing havoc in the world, then consider how they trick us and convince us to exist within the confines of a prison. Children learn to ask permission, trust the system, trust religion. Guilt becomes a tool to beat us into submission. Processed foods and social media undermine our resistance. Alcohol and stimulants aggravate this condition. Add anxiety to the mix — you have the perfect prescription for autonomous drones fueled by comfort and group banking. They sell us on a vision of conspicuous consumption. We buy to fill the void of a life without substance. Focused on the next wrong, always grinding and hustling. Monkey spending money keeps the apparatus running. The pressure to maintain becomes a noose around the neck. We struggle beneath appearances and trappings of success. Chain new and desks, collecting bi-weekly checks. Striving for approval as we race towards death. [VERSE 3 — Tom Cruise] A system dedicated to the slow assassination of passion. They gassed them, dumped them by the integrate. Transformed us into zombies watching life slip away. How do we follow the script and so preserve the human spirit? I spent 35 YEARS wrestling with this contradiction. I asked Tom Cruise to assist in this impossible mission. He reviewed the manifest and said, "dude, you must be kidding." I finally admitted I'm unfit for civilization. Call it race dysregulation, perhaps some je ne sais quoi. Either way, I cannot tolerate appropriate behavior. I need to run wild and embrace my savage nature. Fuck mindless entertainment, corporate ladder, slave plantations. Fuck religion, patriotism — they cause polarization. Fuck the shame and fear of failure. They erode and strangulate us. Be like Radheya. Find what you want and take it. [HOOK]

[INTRO] Did not want to do this. Just remember that I did not want to do this. But no one else stepped up. I had no choice. It had to be me. [VERSE 1 — the autobiographical disclosure] I didn't want to do it. Seriously, this — I'm me. Got no need to rock the boat. I operate behind the scenes. 40 SOMETHING IN MY PRIME, HOLD ADVANCED DEGREES. I'm a model of success — call me "immigrant dream." I strive to maintain a clean reputation, good-natured and polite — your friendly neighborhood salvation. So I hide behind the mask — a persona that I created. I choke down stress and rage, some days hatred suffocates me. But it works — at least it has for a while. I survive in this world by remaining in disguise. By restraining violent tendencies and thoughts of suicide. When the pressure escalates I'll stick needles in my eyes. Just want to paint a picture of my day-to-day existence — caught between extreme psychosis and extreme indifference. Sounds crazy but I live it. It's my life. I'm wrapped up in it. Trying to hold my shit together till I make it to the finish. [HOOK] How come there's no South Asians in this bitch rocking the mic like EMINEM and KRS [One]? How come there's no South Asians who legit? Guess it's time for me to represent. [VERSE 2 — what triggered him] I was managing fine, prioritizing good behavior over rappers betraying violent homicidal nature. I can do this. I'll maintain the charade. Twist my lips into a smile that never wavers or fades. Stress the part. Play the game. Shut my mouth, no complaints. Follow up the situation — the benefits are great. Here's what happened: I saw some white rappers ducking white people's shit — election fraud, pushing values, NRA, tobacco, picking up crashed guns and ammo. Gaining traction from fans who think that Trump is fantastic. God damn — even MAGA got gangsters who address the white man's burden and declare "white lives matter" loud and fast like a semi-automatic. WHERE MY DESIS AT? Who speaks to our frustrations in battles? Who's up for the challenge? Who's taking back the mantle? Knew the answer before he even finished writing the stanza. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — Karna] I'm the last one you'd expect to grab the mic and represent — the Hail Mary pass with only half a second left. I was content, like I said. No need for money or respect. My people needed a voice and no one else passed the test. First I BOUGHT A LION MASK ONLINE and created an alter ego for myself — Radheya REINCARNATED. Complicated, but the name descends from ONE OF THE GREATEST WARRIORS who walked this earth. He feels my inspiration that I wrote till my fingers bloodied. Managed to transform my thoughts into bars and a range of bars into songs. And I learned how to rap and got the crowd to follow along. We're igniting revolution and my words provide the spark. 1.4 BILLION STRONG — a global phenomenon. A culture marching forward to reclaim an ancient throne. Need to be fun home — tell the world South Asians taking control. I'm leading the charge — I was born for this role. [HOOK x2]

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[INTRO] They tried to break me. You can't break me. You can try. Not gonna happen. Uh-uh. Here we go. [VERSE 1 — the survivor stance] Those fuckers tried to break me. They couldn't succeed. I refuse to behave like a worker bee who says "thank you" and "please" to a peace society. Why expect me to fall and grovel on my knees? Hear the bass of my voice, see the fire in my eyes? I'm a bad motherfucker, not some ordinary guy, not someone you can terrorize or control. God assembled the pieces, then he broke the mold. Times have changed. I wasn't always this way. I was brainwashed at a very young age. Avoided confrontation. Learned to lower my gaze. Replaced self-esteem with accolades and praise. A nice BROWN BOY, eager to please. Who buried his emotions in his wicked fantasies? The world exhaled. Those around me could breathe. They knew this MODEL MINORITY would keep the peace. [HOOK] You can kick me around. You can call me names. You can beat me like a dog. You can lock me in chains. I ain't ever backing down. I'll continue to fight. My spirit remains unbroken inside. [VERSE 2 — the break] I choked down desire, reflexively smiled, tried to stifle my ambition and project good vibes. We're taught to play along and fall in line. But instead of happiness, my pain intensified. Wrapped by depression, tension and stress. Reflections of dementia and compromised health. A shadowy existence without strength and confidence. We destroy the human spirit and call this success. Gandhi preached non-violence — turned the other cheek. Jesus concurred. He said: "Blessed are the meek — they inherit the earth and live in peace." Now they end up in the dirt with a mouthful of weeds. I felt emasculated, trapped and suffocated. The pressure escalated and blew apart the matrix. Fire surged through my veins. I roared and raged and RELEASED 30 YEARS of accumulated pain. [HOOK] [VERSE 3 — the rebel] My temperament represents a clear and present danger. They can't censor my thoughts or modify my nature. God forbid my beliefs become accepted commonplace as we liberate ourselves. We rattle the foundations of a system that requires our mindless compliance. Built on FOMO and a need for other people to like us. They divide us over politics and manufactured crises. Cell phones and narcotics keep us broken and silent. I'm the rebel — the existential threat. The ticking time bomb to blow society to bits. They hid me in darkness, tried to keep me in check, but their efforts boomeranged and awakened me instead. Perhaps they reconvene and formulate a plan B, put a target on my back, take out this public enemy. Beat me or kill me, inflict all sorts of torture. But my spirit will survive — UNVANQUISHED, UNBROKEN. [HOOK]