King Cocaine

(Track: Slow, menacing trap b**t with a distorted, low bassline and crisp hi-hats. A mournful piano loop echoes throughout.) (Intro - Gritty, spoken) Yeah… King Cocaine. In the flesh. Off the dome, four minutes of pure, uncut truth. No cap. Just the weight of the crown. Let’s begin. (Verse 1) The crown is cold, forged in a snow-white fire Built this palace from a goddamn gram and a tireless desire I’m the supplier to your deepest, darkest need The silent partner on every corrupted deed They call me King, ‘cause I turn powder to power Watch empires flower in a single, wicked hour My kingdom’s built on a foundation of ghosts I profit the most from the dreams they sold for a dose. You see the wrist? That’s just the interest, the gleam The principal’s a nightmare, a fuckin’ silent scream I trade in souls, a devil with a flawless scheme While you little kings are drownin’ in a shallow dream. (Chorus) I’m KING COCAINE! The ruler of this shit! The heart of the silence where the demons sit! I’m KING COCAINE! My law is the snow! Watch your world erode from the inside slow. (Verse 2) My army’s addicted, my generals are paid in fear I own the whispers that you pretend not to hear Cops and politicians line up for their year Another customer in uniform, shed another fake tear. This power’s a curse wrapped in a golden robe A heavy goddamn anchor on the globe I stole I wanted the throne, not this hollow in my soul But the powder paved the path and now I’m in control. No love, just respect written in cold, hard glances And the quiet terror in the eyes of my dancers I’m the answer to prayers that should never have been answers A fuckin’ monument to rotten, cancerous advancers. (Bridge - B**t simplifies to the piano) This crown… it ain’t glory. It’s a glacier. It’s the frozen tear of every lost faceless patient. It’s the echo in a mansion, loud and vacant. I’m the most powerful, lonely son of a bitch in the basement. (Verse 3 - B**t slams back, aggressive) You want the throne? You can’t handle the weather! I’m sellin’ heaven and hell stitched together! I am the drought AND the fuckin’ river! I turn b***d to wine, make whole cities shiver! King Cocaine! The name that ends the conversation! The root of all evil in this godforsaken nation! My legacy’s a permanent, sick foundation! I’m not a man… I’m a goddamn corporation! Now bow or be dissolved, there is no in-between! I’m the last thing you see, the p****n in the dream! The king of everything that ain’t what it seems! Now get the hell out of my sight. (Outro - B**t fades) Yeah… King Cocaine. It’s not a name. It’s a sentence. And I’m servin’ every last minute of it. ONG. (Final piano note hangs, then cuts to silence.)