I ain’t the quiet in your shadow, I’m the storm you tried to cage,
bassline heartbeats ricochet, lighting up the stage.
Every whisper you started, now a choir in my throat,
I’m the glitter in the backlash, the razor in the coat.
Step back, watch me spin it, flip the rumor till it burns,
when the world keeps on turning, truth is all that turns.
Wanna be startin’ somethin’?
Good—’cause I just began.