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BIG BAD AMERICA (NO. 47 GLOBALLY IN MATH & SCIENCE)

INTRO (spoken, low, unhurried) They keep sayin’ number one So they stopped countin’ That’s how empires get lazy CHORUS Big bad America, mirror talk reckless Chest full of greatness, pockets of metrics neglected Number one in noise, forty-seven where the test sit Still sellin’ legends while the ledger say deficit Big bad America, pride got it blinded Flag in the air but the mind stay grounded in denial I ain’t hatin’, I’m alignin’ the vision No.47, not No.1 — that’s position, not fiction VERSE 1 See they raised us on slogans, stars, and salutes in the air, Said “you the best” so often we stopped askin’ compared to who, when, and where Confidence ballooned while the fundamentals cracked, Now we loud in the room but uncomfortable with numbers and facts Everybody got an opinion polished, loud, and projected, But don’t nobody wanna sit with equations long enough to respect it Hate the classroom, love the smartphone convenience, Anti-science talkin’ spicy while trustin’ the tech for directions That’s contradiction wrapped in bravado and pride, Like denyin’ the ocean but still ridin’ the tide Math treated like punishment, science like threat, But the plane still land ‘cause somebody else did the steps We clown the thinkers, celebrate vibes, Then panic when bridges collapse in real time That’s not freedom, that’s comfort gettin’ spoiled, Soft hands steer hard machines — that’s a dangerous coil CHORUS Big bad America, loud with the claims Quiet with the homework, allergic to change Number one in talk, but the rankings persistent Forty-seven in math and science — data consistent Big bad America, myth got you boxed in If facts don’t flatter, they tossed in the trash bin I ain’t preachin’, just speakin’ precision No.47, not No.1 — that’s the incision VERSE 2 Psychology heavy — exceptionalism syndrome, Told from the cradle you chosen, now correction feel sinful So when numbers show cracks in the armor and shine, Ego flare up sayin’ “nah, that ain’t mine” They call discipline elitist, effort oppressive, But still want first place without grind or investment If it’s hard, it’s rigged; if it’s complex, it fake, That logic only works till reality shake You can’t vibe your way through chemistry laws, Can’t cancel gravity ‘cause it hurt your applause Nature don’t argue, don’t bend, don’t explain, It just keep applyin’ pressure till the weak complain Empires rot slow, not loud, not fast, From minds gettin’ dull while livin’ off past Greatness ain’t a chant, it’s a habit and craft, And right now the culture skip steps, want the plaque BRIDGE (spoken, smooth, barbershop wisdom) Real power don’t shout Real knowledge stay curious If you scared to be wrong You already lost leverage VERSE 3 This ain’t left, this ain’t right, this ain’t color or side, This about comfort replacin’ the hunger to climb When learnin’ get mocked and ignorance crowned, The fall don’t come dramatic — it come quietly down Kids know brands, streams, trends, and flair, But can’t break down systems or ratios fair World competitive, sharp, disciplined, fast, While we arguin’ feelings and protectin’ the past History ruthless, it don’t send reminders, It erase whole names when focus get minor Rome had roads, armies, art, and law, Still fell when indulgence ate the core Sayin’ “we the best” don’t make it apply, Scoreboards don’t care how proud you get inside If you want the crown, you earn it again, Or the world keep movin’ — no pause, no amen FINAL CHORUS Big bad America, time to be honest Greatness measured daily, not inherited promises Number one ain’t claimed, it’s proven with rigor, Forty-seven in math and science — pull the trigger on growth, not denial Big bad America, wake up the vision Drop the myth, rebuild with precision I don’t tear down — I expose conditions No.47, not No.1 — until discipline reposition OUTRO (quiet, steady) The real flex Is learnin’ again Before history move on without you