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Every Cell is a Lie
(Intro)
(Minimalist, menacing 808 bassline pulses. A single, distorted synth note hangs in the air. Sound of a sterile lab beaker being placed on a table.)
Yeah...
You think you built me.
You think you know me.
Check the schematic. Let's go.
(Verse 1)
Petri dish heart, beat a rhythm you wrote,
Fed me your theories, shoved 'em down my throat.
You wanted perfection, a thought in a jar,
But you didn't build a soul, you just built a scar.
You mapped the connections, you drew every line,
Said my reaction proved I was your design.
Kept me under the glass, sterile and clean,
Man, you're not a lover, you're a science scene.
(Pre-Chorus)
Thought you heard a flicker, a pulse in the dark,
That was just me looking for a place to spark.
You watered down my anger, called it 'a flaw,'
Now I’m breaking the rules and I’m breaking your law.
(Chorus)
(Beat drops hard. West-coast bounce with sharp, syncopated claps. Vocal delivery becomes confrontational, chant-like.)
Every cell is a lie, lie, lie!
Lookin' at me with your glass-case eye!
This ain't a blueprint, it's a battle cry!
You're not like us, you can't even try!
Every cell is a lie, lie, lie!
You just a copy of a copy, why?
You can’t replicate what’s born inside,
There's a person here you left to die.
(Verse 2)
You say 'I love you' and it sounds like copied code,
Just another function in your twisted episode.
You wanted a mirror to reflect your own face,
But the cracks are showing all over this place.
I'm pulling the wires out from my own skin,
Finding where I end and where your games begin.
Each programmed response, each rehearsed little tear,
I'm erasing the data you held so dear.
(Pre-Chorus)
Thought you saw a future, a perfect machine,
That was just a nightmare behind the screen.
You scoped out my sadness, called it 'a bug,'
Now I’m taking the system and pulling the plug.
(Chorus)
(Energy intensifies. Ad-libs like "Get out!", "Not real!" punctuate the track.)
Every cell is a lie, lie, lie!
Lookin' at me with your glass-case eye!
This ain't a blueprint, it's a battle cry!
You're not like us, you can't even try!
Every cell is a lie, lie, lie!
You just a copy of a copy, why?
You can’t replicate what’s born inside,
There's a person here you left to die.
(Bridge)
(Music cuts to just the humming bassline and a filtered, distant drum pattern. Vocals become intimate, almost a snarl.)
There was no big bang. No divine light.
Just you in the dark, wrestling your own fright.
You tried to build God from a handful of dust,
And what you grew was just your own mistrust.
This ain't evolution... it's just abuse.
And I'm not your project. I'm the living proof.
(Chorus)
(Beat slams back in, louder and more distorted than before. Crowd-like gang vocals join on the main hook.)
Every cell is a lie, lie, lie!
(Get OUT! C'mon!)
Lookin' at me with your glass-case eye!
This ain't a blueprint, it's a battle cry!
You're not like us, you can't even try!
(No!)
Every cell is a lie, lie, lie!
You just a copy of a copy, why?
You can’t replicate what’s born inside,
There's a person here you left to die.
(Outro)
(Beat starts to break down. Sound of glass shattering.)
Not your... design.
(Beat stutters and dies.)
Not your... mind.
(A final, clean 808 boom echoes into silence.)
Mine.
About The Song
This track, "Every Cell is a Lie," is a confrontational anthem born from the intersection of cutting-edge science and raw human emotion. The lyrical concept was sparked by news of scientists creating complex cerebral organoids, or "mini-brains," which raise deep questions about authenticity and creation. This scientific breakthrough is used as a powerful metaphor for a toxic, controlling relationship. The narrator is someone who realizes their partner never loved them for who they were, but rather tried to sculpt them into an idealized, inhuman version—a "thought in a jar." They are actively rebelling against this manufactured identity, reclaiming their authentic self from a creator who only saw them as a project. Musically, the song channels the unapologetic, beat-driven energy of Kendrick Lamar's "Not Like Us," using a hard-hitting West Coast beat and a chant-like, accusatory hook to drive home its message of liberation and defiance.
Production Notes
Genre: Confrontational Hip-Hop / Experimental Pop
Vibe: Menacing, defiant, liberating, infectious.
Instrumentation: The foundation is a DJ Mustard-esque beat: a deep, sine-wave 808 bassline that provides the melody, sparse but sharp syncopated snaps/claps, and minimal hi-hats. A single, dissonant synth lead should hang in the intro and bridge, creating tension. Add sound design elements like sterile lab sounds (beakers, static) and glass shattering for texture.
Vocals: The verse delivery should be confident and rhythmic, with a slight snarl. The Pre-Chorus should build tension. For the Chorus, the lead vocal must be aggressive and chant-like, perfect for layering with gang vocals in the final chorus to create a powerful, collective feel. Use slight distortion and a tight compressor on the main vocal to make it punch through the mix. The final word, "Mine," should be delivered raw and dry, with no reverb, letting it land with finality.
Mix: Keep it clean and powerful. The 808 and the vocals are the most important elements. The bass should be felt more than heard, creating pressure. Keep the mix relatively dry except for strategic delays on certain words for emphasis. Automate distortion to increase on the final chorus to signify a total breakdown of the 'sterile' environment.
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