LIVING TONGUE

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Intro

Yeah. Dimensions. Y'all thinkin' 'bout space and time? Nah. We talkin' 'bout the real shift. The living tongue. Listen.

Verse 1

It's not just words, it's a genesis, a sacred code, From Chaucer's breath to the beat on the open road. The King's English, yeah, they wrote the rules, tight and clean, But we broke the fences down, built a new scene. From the colonies to the block, the language split and grew, Spilled out the margins, became something new. They said "Proper," we said "Bet," they said "Old," we said "New wave," Same alphabet, different meaning we gave.

Pre-chorus

We don't need a crown to speak, no, not anymore, Just an open mind and a mic to the core. Every text, every meme, every whisper in the street, Is a new damn layer, a brand new beat.

Chorus

This ain't a dead book, it's a living tongue, Ever-growin', ever-flowin', forever young. Who's the architect? Who's the one who wrote the law? The street, the feed, the screen, that's the new draw. From the mouth to the 'net, watch the code evolve, One word at a time, watch the globe dissolve.

Verse 2

Now the syntax breaks, the grammar's gone to dust, Emoji glyphs and acronyms we trust. Gotta hit that "cap" or get "cooked," you know the rules, "Finna" is the verb now, for all the fools. L-O-L, T-T-Y-L, yeah, that's the new prose, In a million DMs, the new language grows. They try to bottle it, say it ain't correct, But the fire's in the slang, the culture, the respect.

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Bridge

Think 'bout the words that define you, the ones you hold so dear, They didn't just appear from nowhere, but were forged right here. We're shapin' meaning every day, every single breath, Givin' life to language, defying its own death. They don't own the rhythm, don't own the syntax or the flow, 'Cause we the artists, plantin' every seed we sow.

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Outro

Yeah... living tongue. We the authors. We the gods. No cap.

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