Signal Fire

Name: Signal Fire
Duration: 218 s
Description: Signal Fire by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Underneath the static, there’s a soul in the sound, Every bar’s a chance to bring that feeling back…”

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Signal Fire lyrics

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Intro

Yeah… we all scrollin’, but who’s still listenin’? Noise too loud, can’t hear the mission. Old heads talkin’, young blood driftin’, But truth don’t age, it just needs liftin’.

Verse 1

They used to rhyme for a reason, now it’s streams and seasons, Algorithms whisper what’s “hot,” not what’s breathin’. Heart in the booth, now it’s brand deals and demons, Mic’s a mirror but the truth’s disappearin’. Remember when the verse could teach? Now it’s all reach, no preach. Flashy loops in a dopamine loop, But who gon’ speak from the wound, not the coup? OGs said “rap is the new church,” Now TikTok clips do the sermon’s work. But I still light a match for the wordsmith’s birth, Turnin’ clicks to confessions, reclaim that worth.

Pre-chorus

Underneath the static, there’s a soul in the sound, Every bar’s a chance to bring that feeling back around.

Chorus

Light it up, yeah, signal fire burnin’, Truth in the beat, world still turnin’. Old meets new when the rhythm’s learnin’, Real talk still the flame we’re yearnin’. Light it up, yeah, signal fire risin’, Dreams don’t fade, they just need timin’. From the booth to the block, rewritin’ horizons, Real ones feel it, no need for signin’.

Verse 2

Young ones scroll, old ones sigh, Both just tryna feel somethin’ inside. Every “banger” feels the same disguise, But truth hit different when it ain’t optimized. See, the youth don’t hate the sound, they hate the lie, They crave a pulse that don’t pass by. Kids hum bars they don’t understand, Copyin’ idols, losin’ the plan. Old souls miss that spark and wit, When lines had weight, not just drip. So I mix both worlds in the script, 808 wisdom with a vintage twist.

Pre-chorus

Culture ain’t dead, it’s caught in delay, But the beat still breathes if the words still pray.

Chorus

Verse 3

Now I see tension as the fuel not the fight, Balance in the bassline, darkness meets light. Confidence viral, but fear amplified, So I rhyme like a mirror with the reverb tight. We can dance and still learn somethin’, Flow with depth, not frontin’. The message can move while bumpin’, Every age can feel the summon. Digital world with analog dreams, Truth coded deep in the in-betweens. If the voice is real, the people lean, That’s how we bring back what culture means.

Chorus

Light it up, yeah, signal fire burnin’, Truth in the beat, world still turnin’. Old meets new when the rhythm’s learnin’, Real talk still the flame we’re yearnin’. Light it up, yeah, signal fire risin’, Dreams don’t fade, they just need timin’. Every soul that’s tired of miming, Let your voice be the sound redefining.

Outro

In the echo, we all collide, Past and future on the same side. Keep that spark, don’t let it die, ’Cause every beat’s a piece of the why.

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