Cipher XTR - Banker's Requiem Lyrics

[Intro]
Wall Street wolves in designer suits
Counting profits from our broken roots
Jazz notes twisted into golden noose
My old man's dreams turned to bitter truths

[Verse 1]
Numbers dance like devils in the spreadsheet glow
While my pops played sax for minimum dough
Signed his soul away in fine print prose
Now the club owner's mansion steadily grows
They calculate the interest on broken dreams
Feed the machine with artists' silent screams
Newark nights echo with unpaid schemes
While bankers toast to predatory schemes

[Chorus]
Cold equations, warm blood flowing
Silent violence, debt keeps growing
Watch them feast on artists' pain
Turn our music into their gain
F*ck your contracts, f*ck your lies
Built your empire on our demise

[Verse 2]
Every chord progression mathematically planned
To extract maximum profit from my old man's hands
Algorithms trading souls on demand
While culture vultures circle promised lands
They dissect our art with surgical precision
Turn passion into points of fiscal division
My father's silence speaks of forced submission
Now I'm breaking chains with verbal ammunition

[Bridge]
In the depths of market manipulation
I decode patterns of exploitation
Each bar I spit's a calculation
Of generational devastation

[Verse 3]
Trading floor chaos mirrors jazz improvisation
But there's nothing sweet about this orchestration
Just cold-hearted suits and their machination
Building empires on artistic strangulation
Watch me break it down to base components
Expose the truth in these sonic moments
Every rhyme's a bullet, precisely focused
At the system that left my father hopeless

[Outro]
The beat goes on, but now we're wise
To every single one of their disguise
Time to make these vultures realize
The cost of all their profitable lies