Chop

[Hook]
Chop! Let the blade come down,
Blood in the streets, now we takin’ the crown!
Chop! Ain’t no time to pray,
Heads roll fast when the people don’t play!
Chop! From the palace to the slums,
Ain’t no peace till the reckoning comes!
Chop! No kings, no gods,
Just steel in the hands of the broke and the lost!
[Verse 1]
I sip Bordeaux while the symphony plays,
Another feast, gold forks, hundred francs on the plates.
Silk on my shoulders, perfume in the breeze,
They starve in the streets, but their pain don’t concern me.
This is the way that it’s always been,
Power’s a game, and the poor never win.
They murmur in crowds, but they cower alone,
They raise up their fists, but they shakin’ my throne.
Let ‘em riot, let ‘em burn, let ‘em curse my name,
I was born in the palace, they were born in the rain.
Yet now through the curtains, I’m hearin’ the drums,
And damn it… the sound’s gettin' close as it comes.
[Hook]
Chop! Let the blade come down,
Blood in the streets, now we takin’ the crown!
Chop! Ain’t no time to pray,
Heads roll fast when the people don’t play!
Chop! From the palace to the slums,
Ain’t no peace till the reckoning comes!
Chop! No kings, no gods,
Just steel in the hands of the broke and the lost!
[Verse 2]
Quill to the parchment, flames in my eyes,
I been readin’ the signs, now the kingdom divides.
Worked my whole life just to scrape by and drown,
While they sippin’ on gold, we get taxed to the ground.
Fed up? Fuck yeah, we settin’ the stage,
Ain’t a dream, it’s a plot—now we flippin’ the page.
Letters in cipher, the whispers move fast,
Steel in the air, this the spark in the blast.
We bled for the throne while they loungin’ in silk,
Took food from our babies, left crumbs in the filth.
No mercy, no pardon, the levee is cracked,
Now we kickin’ the doors—ain’t no turnin’ it back.
[Hook]
Chop! Let the blade come down,
Blood in the streets, now we takin’ the crown!
Chop! Ain’t no time to pray,
Heads roll fast when the people don’t play!
Chop! From the palace to the slums,
Ain’t no peace till the reckoning comes!
Chop! No kings, no gods,
Just steel in the hands of the broke and the lost!
[Verse 3]
Mud on my boots, blood crust on my knuckles,
Stomach’s been hollow, I’m done with the struggle.
Ain’t eat in three days, kid died in my arms,
While they waltzin’ in halls with their powdered-up charm.
Fuck mercy! Fuck reason! I’m past all the pleadin’,
This hunger got teeth, now the beast is unleashin’!
I begged for a scrap, they laughed in my face,
Now I’m draggin’ their asses right outta this place!
I seen too many freeze in the grip of the night,
While they bathe in perfume and sip on delight.
We sharpened our steel, we gathered in packs,
Now we kickin’ in doors—ain’t no turnin’ us back!
Breathin’ like demons, the torches ignite,
They scream when we grab ‘em—oh, now they feel fright?
Blade on his throat, no words left to drop,
Fuck a pardon—make the guillotine drop!
CHOP!!!

Violin, accordion, boom bap, hip hop, 3 male vocalists, increasing intensity, French cafe, deep bass