Verse 1 Tiny white dust on a factory line Riding with the vitamins, single-file in time Keeps every little tablet smooth and clean So it slides down easy like a well-oiled machine They press it in the pill so it doesn’t ever stick Helps the powder flow soft, helps the tablets form thick Just a helper in the mix, not the star of the show But it shapes how the medicine is ready to go
When it hits your tongue, when it hits your throat You don’t feel its name, but it still gets a vote In how that capsule opens, how fast things start Magnesium stearate working quietly on your heart Chorus Magnesium stearate, riding through my gut Breaking into pieces as the coating’s cut Just a little bit of mag, just a little fat chain Mostly passing on through like a soft, quiet rain Magnesium stearate, not the one I taste Guiding all the actives so nothing goes to waste From the press to my body, it’s the ghost in the line Helping every dose hit right on time Verse 2 In the stomach acid, bonds start to unwind Magnesium splits off, stearic acid left behind Mag goes to the blood where the cells all wait An essential little spark in the biochemical state Stearic acid’s treated like another friendly fat Burned up for energy or stored, simple as that Most of what you swallow never even leaves a trace Just a transient traveler through your inner space
