Paper Crown
Hybrid rap-rock trapstep in odd time signatures with funky syncopation, sharp hi-hats, low bass drops, heavy riffs, and vinyl scratches cutting through the groove. Verse rides tight drums and talk-sung lines; pre-chorus pulls back to bass, scratch hits, and half-time tension; chorus hits with gang vocals, bent guitars, and a snarled hook. Close-mic lead, doubled on shouts, with turntable fills, risers, and gritty wide mix., dramatic, low, funky
Paper Crown
Hybrid rap-rock trapstep in odd time signatures with funky syncopation, sharp hi-hats, low bass drops, heavy riffs, and vinyl scratches cutting through the groove. Verse rides tight drums and talk-sung lines; pre-chorus pulls back to bass, scratch hits, and half-time tension; chorus hits with gang vocals, bent guitars, and a snarled hook. Close-mic lead, doubled on shouts, with turntable fills, risers, and gritty wide mix., dramatic, low, funky
Lyrics
Verse 1
They wrote my name in ink
I tore the page in half
Boot on the hallway tile
Still hear my crooked laugh
Black suit at the gate
Counting all my steps
You want a quiet mouth
I bite through every check
Pre-Chorus
Hands on the rail
I feel it shake
Three-four-five
Then I break
Spin that mark
Scratch that crown
You call it order
I call it down
Chorus
Paper crown, paper crown
Watch it fall down
Paper crown, paper crown
I won’t bow down
Paper crown, paper crown
I spit that sound
Paper crown, paper crown
Burn it down now
Verse 2
No leash on my tongue
No chain on my wrist
Your polished little rules
Couldn’t land a hit
Riffs like a gate slam
Kicks in the floor
I move in the cracks
I’m coming back for more
Stamped and approved
That’s your favorite prayer
I’m the bent-out frame
You can’t keep there
Pre-Chorus
Hands on the rail
I feel it shake
Three-four-five
Then I break
Spin that mark
Scratch that crown
You call it order
I call it down
Chorus
Paper crown, paper crown
Watch it fall down
Paper crown, paper crown
I won’t bow down
Paper crown, paper crown
I spit that sound
Paper crown, paper crown
Burn it down now
Bridge
Drop to bass and scratches
Say my name
With that clipped-up tone
I don’t kneel
I stand alone
Run that line
One more time
I turn your wall
To a crooked rhyme
Final Chorus
Paper crown, paper crown
Watch it fall down
Paper crown, paper crown
I won’t bow down
Paper crown, paper crown
I spit that sound
Paper crown, paper crown
Burn it down now