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THE DEFLECTION (You Started It)
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Underground Rap
THE DEFLECTION (You Started It) was released on May 25, 2026 by Prose in Plastic as a part of the album The Smoke Screen: Trump vs Facts
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Release DateMay 25, 2026
LabelProse in Plastic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prose in Plastic
Prose in Plastic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prose in Plastic
Prose in Plastic
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prose in Plastic
Prose in Plastic
Producer

Lyrics

Forty-seven years
That's the number he keeps repeating
Like if you say something long enough
People stop asking
Who lit the match this time?
Trump stood on live screamin' Obama gave away cash
Suitcases on planes, America gettin' played fast
Call him weak, call him stupid, call him history's fool
Like rage itself could rewrite what actually happened in truth
But let's slow it down for the people watchin' at home
That money wasn't some random gift thrown from a throne
Four hundred million belonged to Iran before the Shah fell
Weapons never delivered after relations went to hell
Then interest stacked over decades unresolved
Arbitration looming while diplomats evolved
One point seven total through a legal settlement path
Now pallets full of love money dropped after a laugh
Now maybe timing looked ugly, maybe optics looked bad
Critics called it ransom diplomacy wrapped in a bag
But facts still matter even when politicians shout loud
And truth don't disappear because a crowd screams proud
You started it
Not Obama, now you blame ghosts while the whole world watchin' drama
You started it
Not the past, now missiles flyin' while you're rewritin' facts
Because Obama had pressure too
Netanyahu pushin' war hard behind closed rooms
Same Iran, same fear, same regional fire
But Obama chose talks before lightin' the pyre
That nuclear deal? People debated it for years
Some called it peace, some called it feedin' fears
But one thing stands solid underneath the smoke and spin
Obama didn't drag America directly into war with Iran then
Now fast forward, homes burnin' at night
Ceasefire tweets collapsin' before daylight
Trump sayin' deal closed while bombs hit again
Then suddenly Obama somehow responsible
What's the strategy? Bad as it's blame-
Shiftin' dressed as patriot rage
Tryna rewrite history in real time on stage
But this ain't the dark ages, people read now
Cross-check headlines while the internet tears lies down
And somewhere a young soldier scrolls through his phone at sea
Tryna understand why he's driftin' toward history
While politicians point backward instead of answerin' plainly
Why the future suddenly looks dangerous daily
See, see power got a habit of avoiding mirrors
Every failure suddenly somebody else's error
Obama, Biden, media, deep state
Anybody except the man currently decidin' fate
And maybe that works when fear controls the room
But truth survives longer than propaganda fumes
Because people remember the headlines, remember the timeline
Remember Netanyahu warnin' every year Iran's prime
Remember Obama resistin' pressure for escalation
Tryin' sanctions and negotiations before devastation
So now Americans askin' questions through the static noise
Not Republican questions, not Democrat noise
Just simple questions from exhausted human beings
If Iran was such an immediate threat
Why are the reasons for war still blurry on our screens?
And if Obama supposedly caused this disaster years ago
Why did the missiles only start flyin' after Trump reopened the road?
You started it
Now children hidin' under sirens every night
You started it
Then blame the man who tried avoidin' this fight
And the world sees clearer now
Because truth survives online
No matter how loud the speeches get
Facts still survive time
So tell us, Mr. President
Was it President Obama who started the war with Iran?
Or was it you?
Allowin' Netanyahu to pull America into
Another endless fire Obama refused to enter
And one more question
Why exactly did the United States go to war with Iran?
Because even now
That answer still sounds fuzzy beneath the explosions
Forty-seven years
Written by: Prose in Plastic
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