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(Verse 1)
Mic's alive, one-two, one-two, in this labyrinth of illusion,
In the face of deceit, we're the beacon of resolution.
Monarchs on their throne, their falsehoods pollute the air,
But we're the storm that's about to dethrone 'em, make 'em aware.
(Chorus)
We're the resonating echoes in the hush of twilight,
In this lyrical symphony, we ignite the fight.
Dethroning the monarchs, tearing apart the web of deceit,
With our rhymes as our arsenal, we won't taste defeat.
(Verse 2)
They aim to blind us with their charade, their grand illusion,
But we're the dawn that pierces through it all, sparking a revolution.
Verity is our lighthouse, our guiding star,
In this abyss of obscurity, we'll reveal who we are.
(Bridge)
We're the poets in the night, our words are the sword,
Cutting through the darkness, striking a chord.
We're the painters of truth, our rhymes are the brush,
Painting a picture of justice, in the silence, we hush.
We're the sculptors of freedom, our verses are the chisel,
Carving out a world where truth sizzles.
We're the composers of change, our lyrics are the notes,
Creating a symphony where hope floats.
(Chorus)
We're the resonating echoes, shattering the quietude,
In this lyrical symphony, we incite fortitude.
(Verse 1)
Mic's alive, one-two, one-two, in this maze of deception,
In the face of falsehood, we're the light of introspection.
Monarchs on their throne, their lies taint the breeze,
But we're the tempest that's about to unseat 'em, make 'em freeze.
(Chorus)
We're the resonating echoes in the silence of dusk,
In this lyrical symphony, we ignite the thrust.
Unseating the monarchs, shredding the net of deceit,
With our verses as our weapon, we won't accept defeat.
(Verse 2)
They aim to shroud us with their masquerade, their grand illusion,
But we're the sunrise that pierces through it all, sparking a revolution.
Truth is our beacon, our guiding star,
In this chasm of darkness, we'll reveal who we are.
(Bridge)
We're the poets of the night, our words are the blade,
Slicing through the obscurity, striking a serenade.
We're the artists of honesty, our rhymes are the brush,
Sketching a portrait of justice, in the whispers, we hush.
We're the sculptors of liberty, our lines are the chisel,
Carving out a world where truth crackles.
We're the maestros of change, our lyrics are the notes,
Composing a symphony where hope floats.
(Chorus)
We're the resonating echoes, breaking the tranquility,
In this lyrical symphony, we incite resilienc
(Verse 1)
Mic's alive, one-two, one-two, in this maze of deception,
In the face of falsehood, we're the light of introspection.
Monarchs on their throne, their lies taint the breeze,
But we're the tempest that's about to unseat 'em, make 'em freeze.
(Chorus)
We're the resonating echoes, breaking the tranquility,
In this lyrical symphony, we incite resilienc
