Verse 1:

Yo, listen up, you little driftwood chip, with your painted sails and your sun-kissed lip.

I'm the one who owns the deep, the ancient promise the ocean keeps.

A thousand fathoms down you race, a tiny speck in a water-filled space.

You think you clever with your nets and your hooks? I'm the ghost in the currents, the terror in the books.

My ink is the shadow that covers the sun, my tentacles wrap until the fight is done.

I am the pressure, the black, the unknown, the fear in the bone that you can't outrun.

Chorus (Deep, guttural, commanding, almost a growl, voice layered with a subtle, watery echo):

I'm the KRAKEN KING, the original don, stood my ground since the first damn dawn!

Apex Predator, carved in brine, this whole damn ocean is my design!

So who's this new cat, with a compass and chart? You got no respect for the water's heart!

You got lungs, but you barely breathe, better recognize the web I weave!

I set the stage, laid the whole damn track, so turn around, don't you dare look back!

Unless you bow, and pay your due, the Alpha's here, and he's watching you!

Verse 2:

Your ships and your legends, they just float on my skin, no soul, no power, just a place to begin.

I crushed the warships, I swallowed the fleet, turned your bravest captains into fish meat.

You got cannons, a little flash and a bang, but I speak with the silence of a tidal clang.

I faced the whale, the shark and the kraken, I am the true king, there's no mistaking.

This ain't a game, no playground fight, I earned my place in the crushing light.

Your history's a ripple, mine's a flood in the night!

Chorus (More aggressive, voice layered with subtle echoes, beat intensifies with the sound of a ship's hull groaning under pressure):

I'm the KRAKEN KING, the original don, stood my ground since the first damn dawn!

Apex Predator, carved in brine, this whole damn ocean is my design!

So who's this new cat, with a compass and chart? You got no respect for the water's heart!

You got lungs, but you barely breathe, better recognize the web I weave!

I set the stage, laid the whole damn track, so turn around, don't you dare look back!

Unless you bow, and pay your due, the Alpha's here, and he's watching you!

Bridge (Beat slows, heavy, deliberate, with a chilling, high-pitched synth melody like a distorted siren call):

Don't misunderstand, I ain't hatin' on your sail,

But your existence is fragile, a temporary tale.

Every wave you ride, on the depths I trod,

Every breath you take, a gift from my god.

Respect the origin, the hand that fed,

Or find yourself among the un-revered dead.

Outro (Beat fades slowly with the ominous synth and churning water, a final, deep, menacing whisper):

Yeah... The Kraken... The one who came first... Remember that...