Tables have turned, and it’s about damn time. This track is for anyone who’s ever been played, until they flipped the script. Fiddle, fire, and a whole lot of fun. Crank it up, pour a drink, and let ‘em feel the burn.

Tables Have Turned

Raw 90s West Coast styled protest rap; as if we wrote the national anthem for the betrayed.

No apologies. No fake patriotism. Just rebellion, truth, and fire.

Produced with dirty vinyl samples, militant snare slaps, lowrider basslines, and pure rage.

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#ProtestRap #RevolutionMusic #UndergroundRap #NoJusticeNoPeace #GodDamnUSA

GOD DAMN, F* THE U.S.A.

Smoke Me Up and Kiss Me

You, Me, and Every Universe

She Danced Like That

We Still Show Up

Data Don’t Love Me Back

Lunch Duty Ain’t In My Job Description

You Don’t Even Bring a Pencil

Contract Hours, Bitch

Don’t Call Me ‘Miss’ Without a Raise

I'm just a songwriter, standing in front of a computer, asking it to sing my heart out. Welcome to my world where I weave words into lyrics and let AI bring them to life.

Tables Have Turned

Nicholas Wells