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RAW
14
De gira
Alternative Rap
RAW fue lanzado el 7 de agosto de 2026 por Regime Music Group como parte del álbum RAW - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento7 de agosto de 2026
Sello discográficoRegime Music Group
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM86

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Codefendants
Codefendants
Programación
Factor Chandelier
Factor Chandelier
Programación
P.O.S
P.O.S
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Factor Chandelier
Factor Chandelier
Autoría
Sam King
Sam King
Autoría
Julio Ramos
Julio Ramos
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Factor Chandelier
Factor Chandelier
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Out of step with the world
Never felt man enough
Never white or Black or hispanic enough
Outsider, Richard Wright
No political party will represent me in this light
Got a scholarship, argued with faculty
Now I'm a fuckin' felon, so much for that bachelor's degree
I say fuck the police and all power trippers
From bullies to CEOs putting profit over people
To screaming managers to disinformation and hate teachers
Hypocritical rapists, gurus, and priests preaching of evil
All of 'em are so see-through, all of them are deceitful
Beasts feasting on impressionable creatures
[Chorus]
Who made the rules? Who made the rules?
Fuck them, fuck you
Who made the rules? Who made the rules?
Fuck them, fuck you
Ever question your truth?
Ever question your truth?
Ever question your truth?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
We better when our sense jettison
Let all the what-ifs in, let it rip, hit the sand, let's go
Lean hella and get mean, get it
Don't fuck around, let's get more left
Weatherman aesthetic drip (Okay)
Ready, set, let 'em regret, better yet, uh
Went outta step, we couldn't keep up, never forget
Too frosty, personal line eleven the boss's
Bounce pass to poof and get lost like
Poof, jump, hit the roof with fists
Camp the ceiling to this
Too many kids screaming out, "Let us in," to desist
Let us in, we insist
Precision miss, gotta hit 'em with the whole blitz
[Chorus]
Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Fuck them, fuck you (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Fuck them, fuck you (Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew)
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew
[Verse 3]
I swear to God a defeated defeat will be a disease
Disguised as a common, but not a convient, impractically free
We will emerge from the scorched earth
Bask in the bloodthirst when the villages learn to purge
Upon the children of free, build upside down and achieve
The black smoke billowing out of a weak soul
Vapor the baby to jump back into a breath of dust
Us on a rock in space getting chased around by the sun
[Chorus]
Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Fuck them, fuck you (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Fuck them, fuck you (Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew)
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)
F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)
F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)
Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew (I don't think so, fuck 'em)
Written by: Factor Chandelier, Julio Ramos, Sam King
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