The Man with the Crown (and the Empty Eyes) #NDC_Bingo [B3]
Spoken-word rap with a fusion of retro hip-hop, Turntablism, R&B and modern resistance themes. Lo-fi vinyl textures, dusty piano samples, upright bass grooves, and gritty Ska breakbeats. Add occasional record scratches for vintage atmosphere. Verses delivered with poetic spoken-word cadence, switching into rhythmic modern flow. Include moments of silence and beat dropouts to emphasize certain lines. Use layered vocal call-and-response in the hook, with harmonies or group chants for dramatic effect. Insert adlibs in the background. Mood is politically charged, intelligent, defiant, yet grounded and reflective. Include bass-heavy transitions, occasional brass stabs, and scratching. Ends with fading vocal loop for dramatic close.
The Man with the Crown (and the Empty Eyes) #NDC_Bingo [B3]
Spoken-word rap with a fusion of retro hip-hop, Turntablism, R&B and modern resistance themes. Lo-fi vinyl textures, dusty piano samples, upright bass grooves, and gritty Ska breakbeats. Add occasional record scratches for vintage atmosphere. Verses delivered with poetic spoken-word cadence, switching into rhythmic modern flow. Include moments of silence and beat dropouts to emphasize certain lines. Use layered vocal call-and-response in the hook, with harmonies or group chants for dramatic effect. Insert adlibs in the background. Mood is politically charged, intelligent, defiant, yet grounded and reflective. Include bass-heavy transitions, occasional brass stabs, and scratching. Ends with fading vocal loop for dramatic close.
Lyrics
[Intro]
He sits in a chair made of velvet and bones
Gold teeth grinning — built on borrowed thrones
Says “Trust me,”
but the eyes don’t match the smile
Empty like shelves
after truth's been on trial
[Verse 1]
Flag in his fist and a mic to the masses
Mouth full of sermons and history classes
Rewrites the page with a pen full of poison
Crowds still cheerin’ — like they ain’t got a choice in
Flashy on the surface, slick with the sell
But his promises crack like a Liberty Bell
"Four more years," with a wink and a spin
While he signs the war bill
with a golf club grin
“Fore!”
Blames the poor, plays the martyr
Cuts the arts, then paints himself smarter
Pulls up the ladder he climbed up fast
And tells the rest,
“Just bootstrap your past”
[Hook]
The man with the crown (yeah)
And the empty eyes (uh)
Builds his truth
While the real one dies
The man with the crown (say what?)
Has a heart for hire
Lights the match
But won’t hold the fire
[Refrain]
We see you, king —
In your plastic throne
But a crown means nothin’
when you sit alone
[Verse 2]
Cameras love him, scandals feed
Talk show monologues plant the seed
"Freedom," he shouts — but only for some
While the riot cops load up their guns
Says peace, but funds the drone
Says unity, but cracks the phone
Of the kid who dared to film the lie
And post the footage with a crooked smile - “Delete that.”
Power don’t sleep, it just naps in silk
Plots in backrooms, sippin' lobbyist milk
He signs your fate with a shaking hand
Then laughs and tweets
“Ain’t this land grand?”
[Bridge]
His speeches are mirrors
Bent at the frame
Reflecting nothing
But more of the same
We danced to the anthem
He hummed out of key
While he doused the horizon
In gasoline
And maybe — just maybe —
We watched too long
Numbed by the glow
Of a patriot song
[Final Hook]
The man with the crown (crown...)
And the empty eyes (eyes...)
Knows the game —
But he feeds us lies
The man with the crown (crown...)
Who forgets our names
We were born with fire
Not to bow in shame
[Refrain]
So take off that mask
We see through your fame
The Dreamer’s watching —
And we’re naming names
(“...naming names... naming names...”)