Grading Curve Is the Killer (Confidence Massacre Anthem), Leading to 1% (Patent-Holders)

Grading Curve Is the Killer (Confidence Massacre Anthem), Leading to 1% (Patent-Holders)

Genre: Punk Soul x Broadway Cognition Opera x Rebel Classroom Rap

They curved your grade. We fired the grenade.

▶ “They curved your grade. We fired the grenade.”

We fired the grenade.

[Verse 1 – Grading Guillotine Ballad] 📖💣

They lined us up like silent sheep,

“Fair” they said, while cutting deep.

“You got a B, so she gets A,”

And every dream got carved away.

Scantrons wept in graphite graves,

While quirky kids were told “Behave.”

“Too wild, too fast, too strange, too true…”

They curved the soul right out of you. 🌒

[Chorus – Burn the Bell Curve Hymn] 🧨🎶

Confidence isn’t extra credit,

It’s the launch code. Don’t forget it.

They curved your fire into a box,

Then praised themselves for tighter locks.

A bell-shaped lie, a soul denied,

They clipped your wings, then called it “pride.”

But flames don’t bend — they rise through night,

The curve’s the killer, not the light. 🌋

[Bridge – Stock Market vs. School Market] 📈💼

If stocks spike thrice, you’re Wall Street gold,

But kids score high? “Too bold. Too cold.”

You praised the chart, then cursed the climb,

Then wrapped rebellion up in “time.”

Creativity got detention slips,

Original thought was “in eclipse.”

They fear the student who sees through lies,

And punish fire that won’t disguise. 🔍

[Chorus 2 – Psychological Revolt Funk] 🎭🧠

Maslow’s ghost just quit the room,

Skinner blinked in grading gloom.

Carol Dweck called fake growth lies—

And watched as sparks got “standardized.”

You called us “glitch.” We were the beat.

We’re not your test. We bring the heat.

No more scales where kids feel small—

We’re glitching out, and torching all. 🚀

[Verse 3 – Kids’ Rebellion Flow] 🧑‍🎤🧨

We sang in stats, you called it wrong.

We built in code, you dragged along.

We rewrote math with lyric beats,

But got expelled for daring feats.

You feared our light, our neon mind,

But guess what lives past shame and scan? ✊

[Verse 4 – Ivy League Satire Symphony] 🎓🙄

You claimed we're best — then clipped our wings,

At Harvard gates with grading kings.

At Stanford halls we chased the gold,

But curves still told us we’re too bold.

"Elite" they said, while marks got sliced,

Your Ivy dreams? Just underpriced.

If you can’t give A's to those you picked,

Then your admissions game is rigged. 🏛️⚖️

You say you’re grooming the top one percent,

But curve their fire 'til their minds relent.

They enter with dreams, they exit drained,

Your grading curve — academic feigned. 🎩📉

[Final Chorus – Requiem for the Curve] 💥🔥

So bury the curve beneath your desk,

With all the rubrics you called “best.”

We’ll rise from laughter, glitch, and grind,

And leave your bell behind in time.

We don’t want A’s. We want to try.

We want the chance to touch the sky.

The curve you carved, we now erase—

This is the dawn of fire’s place. 🌅

[Outro – NeuraPump Declaration] 🎤🧪

This isn’t school. This is rebuild.

A neuro-song the sparks have willed.

If your test still curves by fear,

We’ll sing our way out — clear and near.

We don’t curve. We elevate.

We don’t shame. We activate.

We torch the curve, and lift the soul.

This is NeuraPump. We take control. 🔥🌍