Yeah? Lights up, mic checks. Yuji, this one cuts. I came to expose, not to invent. Watch the crown rust.
You parade like royalty, paper crowns, paper pride. Finger snap, headline, but your backbone's hollow inside.
Talk big on timelines, flex pixels, rented clout. When the booth goes live, your echoes start to drought.
You copy cadence, mimic menus from a trend menu. Borrowed bars on loop, like a playlist with no venue.
Claim you set the standards, say you redefined the lane, but your map's a photocopy, every road leads to the same.
I study cracks when the spotlight hits, maps start to split. You trade depth for surface, I trade verses for grit.
Punch lines, sharpen steel, yours full like discount suits. I build cathedrals with my lines, you stack up plastic roots.
Crown falling, watch the glitter scatter. You chase thunder, but it's me chasing after.
Paper crown, paper town, watch it drown. I light the sky, while you just fake the sounds.
Crown falling, watch the glitter scatter. You chase thunder, but it's me chasing after.
Paper crown, paper town, watch it drown. I light the sky, while you just fake the sounds.
You call that fire? That cigarette smoke. Quick to choke, I sparked renaissance.
Watch me raise the whole damn block. You spit surface-level storms, I write storms with a blueprint.
Your thunder's rented thunder, mine seismic, no blueprint.
You play king in club lights, I rewrite monarchy scenes. Paper throne, hollow bones, stitched seams of your memes.
I hit with multi-syllable punches, internal rhymes like traps.
You stumble on your metaphors like actors missing laps.
Remember when you promised peaks and only peaked at likes?
I climb mountain verses, you slide down trending hikes.
One signature bar turns your highlight into a glitch.
You're a minor in my ledger, I'm the switch that flips the switch.
Quiet now, listen close, hear the echo of your claim.
When confidence is counterfeit, the mirror speaks your name.
I don't need a scream to bury shallow history.
My rhythm is the verdict, my cadence is the mystery.
This is crown falling, class diploma in exposure.
I make legends of my lessons, you just pose in composure.
I write anthems for the real, you sell souvenir for sound.
Collecting temporary cheers while I build the battleground.
So take your rented reign, parade it down your cheap parade.
I'll convert your flesh to dust, turn your spotlight to shade.
No threats, just verdicts, lyrical court, I'm the judge.
Eugene, respect the craft or the craft will never budge.
Crown falling, watch the glitter scatter.
You chase thunder but it's me chasing after.
Paper crown, paper town, watch it drown.
I light the sky while you just fake the sound.
Crown falling, watch the glitter scatter.
You chase thunder but it's me chasing after.
Paper crown, paper town, watch it drown.
I light the sky while you just fake the sound.
Remember how the story ends.
Paper towns burn slow when the real voice ascends.
Your echo fades, my echo breathes, that's the final round.
Lights off for the fake king.
Long live the sound.
