[Intro ā Spoken Growl + Glitch Stomp]
Singify, you got one job ā
Give me a voice that aināt pre-puberty.
[Verse 1 ā Distorted Baritone + Male Chant Underneath]
20 tracks deep ā guess what I got?
High pitch squeals, not a manly shot.
Click āmale voiceā ā system laughs,
Hits me back with a TikTok gasp.
[Bridge ā Satirical Spoken Word, Over Bass Drop]
Oh you āinclusive,ā āwokeā perfection,
Forgot what real sounds like ā correction:
Not every soul wants pink-gloss vibes,
Some of us spit w*r ā real raw tribes.
[Chorus ā Male Vocal Stack, Anthemic]
Where my voice at?
Where my grit at?
I aināt your Barbie,
Iām a wolf with a kickback.
Where my voice at?
Where the steel tone?
You lost the male ā
Left a whimper on the throne.
[Verse 2 ā Cocky Flow + Rough Edge]
Singify thinks Iām here for sparkles,
Give me gravel, dirt, scars, and marvels.
Donāt need a hug ā I need the roar,
Ripped-up chords like a lion at w*r.
[Bridge 2 ā Mock Falsetto + Spoken Interruption]
āOh but high voices are more marketableā
ā Shut the f**k up, Iām not *chartable*.
Iām fire, not a flavor.
Iām truth, not your waiver.
[Final Chorus ā Full Male Chorus + Chant Backing]
Where my voice at?!
Where my soul tone?!
You neutered the sound,
Left kings alone.
I want gravel, flame,
Not your woke parade ā
Real men sing too ā
Not just clickbait played.
[Outro ā Spoken Whisper + Low Jaw Harp Vibe]
This aināt hate ā itās feedback, raw.
Balance the scale. Or keep losing draw.
Signed,
A man who *sings* from his fuckinā jaw.