Cancel, Click, Repeat

Cancel this

Cancel that

You can\'t say it in the chat

 

(Verse 1)

They scroll, they judge, they click, they cancel

Truth gets twisted like a broken handle

One wrong word, now you’re off the map

No context, just a viral trap

 

They say it’s justice, but it feels like rage

No trial, just a digital cage

I speak my mind, they call it a crime

But silence ain’t peace, it’s a waste of time

 

(Hook)

Click, cancel, repeat — it’s a cycle of heat

No room to grow, just a rush to delete

I won’t bow down, I won’t retreat

I stand in the storm, still on my feet

 

(Verse 2)

They want clean lines, no shades of gray

But life ain’t lived in a perfect display

We stumble, we learn, we rise, we fall

But they only show the worst of it all

 

I’m not your villain, I’m not your saint

I’m human, raw, with layers of paint

So paint me flawed, but don’t erase

My voice, my truth, my rightful place

 

(Hook)

Click, cancel, repeat — it’s a cycle of heat

No room to grow, just a rush to delete

I won’t bow down, I won’t retreat

I stand in the storm, still on my feet

 

We all have a voice, we all have a choice

Let me be me, and me be myself

No echo chamber, no filtered shelf

I speak my truth, not someone else’s wealth

 

They scroll past pain, but I live it loud

Won’t shrink my soul to please the crowd

I’m not your trend, I’m not your brand

I’m flesh and flaws, I take my stand

 

You’re so bitter and sad, forgot how to be glad

Life’s a stage, but you play it mad

Tragedy script, stuck in the cast

SJWs — y’all need a laugh

 

Cancel with fury, no room for grace

But humor’s the mirror we all should face

I spit truth with a twist of wit

If you can’t take jokes, then you might get hit

 

I’m not here to please, I’m here to speak

Even satire’s got a place to critique

So before you rage, take a breath, relax

Life’s too short to react

 

You cancel with clicks, I counter with craft

Your outrage is loud, but it’s missing the math

You preach tolerance, but can’t take a joke

Thin skin, loud voice — that’s how you choke

 

I’m not your puppet, I’m not your pawn

I don’t bend for trends, I was born to brawn

You scroll for offense, I scroll for facts

You call it progress, I call it attacks

 

So unfollow me if you can’t handle the truth

I spit bars that cut through the noise and youth

I’m not here to soothe your fragile pride

I’m here to rap what you try to hide