Intro

They filed lies like evidence—let heaven file the counterclaim

Shield through smoke, —let the real case say my name

Verse

drafted a case out of captions, fractions, slanted translations

pause or probable cause, package outrage for placement

lacquered faces, sync'd statements, rehearse the name in arrangement

lair of counterfeit witnesses—perfect pitch, zero acquaintance

I fasted for lungs that would later breathe fiction

Sat by their bedside when sick, asked mercy to visit

They turned my compassion into a courtroom exhibit

and danced at the crack like the fall was commissioned

Pre-Hook

Shield on the left, spear-tip in the language

Step through the smoke, contend with the claimants

When rumor turns ritual, fracture consensus

I keep my hands clean—You carry the sentence

Hook

Truth with teeth—let it tear through the brief

Let the trap take attendance; save a seat for deceit

I don’t need revenge; I need truth with teeth

Scheme on the stand—make it speak, make it speak

Truth with teeth when the wolves form a ring

Raise shields, draw spears, cut strings from the spin

I was low at their bedside; they got loud at my pain

contend with contenders—counterclaim, counterclaim

Verse

Every net keeps the fingerprints buried in filament

Pits keeps the measurements, depth, and the instrument

Let the trap call its builder when pressure gets imminent

Let the lie take the stand and collapse under questioning

I don’t swing at the smoke; I subpoena the source

Let the mob lose its volume when facts take the floor

If the road turns to midnight beneath their pursuit

Send the wind through the branding of counterfeit truth

Pre-Hook

Shield on the left, spear-tip in the language

Step through the smoke, contend with the claimants

When rumor turns ritual, fracture consensus

I keep my hands clean—You carry the sentence

Hook

Truth with teeth—let it tear through the brief

Let the trap take attendance; save a seat for deceit

I don’t need revenge; I need truth with teeth

Scheme on the stand—make it speak, make it speak

Truth with teeth when the wolves form a ring

Raise shields, draw spears, cut strings from the spin

I was low at their bedside; they got loud at my pain

contend with contenders—counterclaim, counterclaim

Bridge

No blood on my hands, no brand on my conscience

No throne for revenge, no applause for the nonsense

I hand You the case—every name, every angle

Then walk out the war with my soul still untangled

Spoken Word

Hands clean, case closed—let the last lie leave

The battle cry was never blood; it was truth with teeth

Extended Instrumental

Outro