Lyrics:

Your head starts to rock
As it nods in time 
With the rhythm dancing to this rhyme

Your head starts to rock
As it nods in time 
With the rhythm dancing to this rhyme

The beat holds you dear 
Your foot starts to tap
The crowd begins to clap.

Clap. Clap. Clap. 

"That's nice."....

I'll tell you a story about the first slow clap.
The tale is a little gory but it really does slap.
So now behold the glory of the slow clap rap.

"It all began with a kid called Markus"...

(Clap clap clap)

Markus was a simple lad
He scurried about his ways
He was young and tall, well fed 
Living in Ancient Roman days

His family: Middle Class.
The Colosseum: Full of Delights
He could afford to see the mighty fights.

Move sight to the Colosseum
Markus is sight seeing
A normal day, a normal fight
He just popped in for quick Punch 'N Bite

His Seat he's gotten 
Drink he's not forgotten 
Snacks? Check!
Gladiator gets killed by spear to neck.
The Crowd is Bored
Silence has soared.

Not a sound but the cry as the gladiator did die.

Not a sound, and around everyone is looking down with a frown.

Quick Death is lame.
What a shame.

Crowd looks for blame.
The Emperor is Here
He's Expecting a Cheer
The Colosseum is in Silence. 
Tension is in the air
Rising Expectations of Violence 
The Emperor has a death stare.

Vibe's are flat
Tensions are about to break
The Emperor is Mad.
His jowls begin to shake

(Flap flap flap)

Markus sees a need
He acts with sudden speed
He loves his Rome 
He loves his home
His next actions may get him killed.
Or, his Dreams could be fulfilled!

He claps out a song
Hoping to get the throng to clap along!!!!
Slow. Clap. A. Long.

Clap

Clap

Clap

Clap

He starts it slow, just a single bold beat,
Eyes are turnin’ ‘round to the emperor’s seat.
Clap… clap… now the rhythm takes hold,
One boy with a plan, now the crowd's getting bold.

Clap

Clap

Clap

Clap

The crowd is clapping 
People are cheering 
A happy populous 
Is what the Emperor is hearing

He smiles at Markus
He gives a small nod
Markus smiles back
While muttering "What a miserable Sod"

From satire to scene-stealer, Marcus is like a dagger,
The slow clap echoes like a victory swagger.
Now the Roman's roar, like lions in the cage,
Markus just smirks, he owns this stage.
No crown, no sword, no blood on his hands,
Just the first slow clap to land, that made them all stand.

That's the tale of Marcus who did a slap of a clap.

And now this song has to wrap.

So CLAP!!!!!!



Clap

So Done

Dawn is near, the trident rises again.

They tried to break us down, grind our bones into dust
Shadows fed by silence, betrayed by what we trust
But we are not their puppets, we are not their prey
We rise up, screaming "Not today!"

We stand together through the flood
Built from ashes, tears and blood
Raise the banner, scream it loud
We are the storm, unbroken, proud
Through the pain, through the fight
The golden trident leads the light
No retreat, no surrender
We were born to defy forever

Chains can’t hold the fire in our veins
Every scar’s a weapon, every wound's a name
Of a soul who stood tall when the lights went black
Of a voice that fought back through the thunder crack

We stand together through the flood
Built from ashes, tears and blood
Raise the banner, scream it loud
We are the storm, unbroken, proud
Through the pain, through the fight
The golden trident leads the light
No retreat, no surrender
We were born to defy forever

They sold us a future wrapped in fear
But we tore the lies, made the vision clear
No gods above, no chains below
Just hearts on fire and the will to grow

Tears won't drown us WE RISE!
Blood won’t chain us WE FIGHT!
The lost walk with us TONIGHT!
The trident guides us TO LIGHT!

We stand together through the flood
Built from ashes, tears and blood
Raise the banner, scream it loud
We are the storm, unbroken, proud
Through the fire, through the night
The golden trident burns so bright
No retreat, no surrender
We were born to defy forever

Golden trident... lead us home.
Lead us home...

Badge and A Bullet

Stray From The Path