Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] They stamp our names on plastic cards Burn our faces into screens Turn our homes to open yards Call it “safe,” but it’s obscene They sell our secrets by the pound Smile clean, pockets black Shake our hands in your hometown Then stab you in the back [Chorus] We don’t wanna be tracked, we wanna see ‘em stand trial Wanna drag those liars out, aisle by aisle No more kings in disguise signing off on our files We don’t wanna be watched, we wanna watch ‘em for a while Hey, hey, get your hands off me I’m not your number, not your property Hey, hey, you can’t shut this down We want names, we want faces, we want them on the ground (right now) [Verse 2] They write laws in secret rooms Ink them in our stolen blood Point their guns at living wounds Then wash their hands in the flood They blame fear for every chain Blame “the threat” for every act But they built this poisoned plane Now we’re coming for the facts [Chorus] We don’t wanna be tracked, we wanna see ‘em stand trial Wanna drag those liars out, aisle by aisle No more kings in disguise signing off on our files We don’t wanna be watched, we wanna watch ‘em for a while Hey, hey, get your hands off me I’m not your number, not your property Hey, hey, you can’t shut this down We want names, we want faces, we want them on the ground (right now) [Bridge] You sign, we bleed You hide, we read You lie, we lead You fall, we’re freed (we’re freed) [Chorus] We don’t wanna be tracked, we wanna see ‘em stand trial Wanna drag those liars out, aisle by aisle No more kings in disguise signing off on our files We don’t wanna be watched, we wanna watch ‘em for a while Hey, hey, get your hands off me I’m not your number, not your property Hey, hey, you can’t shut this down We want names, we want faces, we want them on the ground (right now) [Break] [Distorted guitar solo over pounding riff, crowd shouts “right now, right now, right now” under the last bar]
Tags
rap, Hybrid protest punk / hip-hop with male vocals, snarling guitars riding a stomping mid-tempo groove. Verses spit tight rhythmic bars over chugging power chords and distorted bass; chorus explodes into gang shouts and octave guitars. Middle break opens into a chaotic, feedback-laced guitar solo over a half-time riff before slamming back to the hook. Raw, aggressive, rally-energy mix with shouted call-and-response moments., punk, hip hop
Duration
2:45
Instrumental
No
Created
3/1/2026