[Intro]
(Stomp — brass hit)
Flash, flash — paparazzi shutters, midnight screens
Ad-libs: Yah! Uh! Gaja! (가자!)
[Verse 1]
Late-night headlines, my name in neon lies
Captioned screenshots scrolling like alibis
DMs forwarding rumors, viral comments sting
Thumbnail grins with teeth made of gossip rings
They frame a whisper as the front-page crime
They freeze a laugh and sell it as a time
But I move in light — velvet and glass
They toss their stones, I let the echoes pass
[Pre-Chorus]
You stitch my nights into your feed (yah)
You write the script, then sell the speed (uh)
But I can hear my heartbeat louder than your noise
I fold your static down, reclaim my voice
[Chorus] (punchy chant — short hook)
Mr. Media — be quiet! (Be quiet!)
Mr. Media — be quiet! (Be quiet!)
[Post-Chorus — Choreography Chant]
Silence! Silence! (Mr. Media!)
Rise! My truth! (Gaja, gaja!)
Silence! Silence! (Mr. Media!)
Hands up — claim the night!
[Verse 2]
Screenshot smoke on the midnight wire
Captioned cruelty — trending like fire
Late alerts buzzing with a rumor’s name
They clip one moment, forget the frame
Neighborhood whispers become city roars
Comments like grenades through the back door
But I build armor from every spiteful line
Turn their red alerts into my battle sign
[Pre-Chorus 2]
They film, they flash, they feed the hive (watch)
But I cut through feeds with a sharper life (rise)
No more shadows trapped under their light
I own every mirror, I own the night
[Chorus]
Mr. Media — be quiet! (Be quiet!)
Mr. Media — be quiet! (Be quiet!)
[Bridge — Rap Breakdown]
(Trap hi-hat rolls, brass stabs — stomping pocket)
Caps, clicks, quick clips — toxic ripple, triple threat
Snap, tag, swipe back — highlight reel, counterfeit
Staccato: pixel pop, pic drop, they plot (plot!)
Feed floods, threads knot — spin spin, plot plot (yah)
Callout: screenshots of lies, late-night feeds, cheap truths
I flip the frame — facts bloom, reveal the roots
Push—pull, twist—turn, your rumor’s weight I burn
You made a headline — I write the urn: of my rebirth
Two-line payoff:
You spun my silence into their show — I spin your story into gold
You sold a rumor for cheap applause — I buy my truth, watch it hold
[Breakdown — Half-time]
(Huge brass, half-time stomp — breath before the storm)
Whispers crack, the silence breaks (yah)
Pulsing stomp — heart of the stakes (uh)
[Pre-Final Build]
Quiet now — feel the hush before the shout
Breathe in — all the lies burn out
[Final Chorus — Dynamic Drop into Full Power]
(Beat drops — full brass, layered harmonies)
Mr. Media — be quiet! (Be quiet!)
Mr. Media — be quiet! (Be quiet!)
[Post-Chorus — Final Chant]
Silence! Silence! (Mr. Media!)
Rise! My truth! (Gaja!)
Silence! Silence! (Mr. Media!)
Queen of truth — we own the night
[Outro]
(Soft stomp — fading brass)
Late-night headlines go cold, captions lose their bite
Whispers fade, my name burns in honest light
Ad-libs/whispers: Neo (너), jalmot hago (잘못 하고) — no more lies
Mr. Media — silence.
