MIDNIGHT ON THE THRONE*

Verse 1
Yeah, late-night king, crown tilted but it never slips
Blood on the pen, every sentence got a venom drip
Talk slick, but I’m calm like I never hiss
Smile while I carve my name in the skeletons of nemesis
They wanna shine but they stuck in a counterfeit glow
I move like shadows in alleyways, outta their scope
Vampire breath, I don’t age, I just sharpen the flow
They write for clout, I write prophecies, carving in stone
Cold with it, heart beat sound like a metronome
Tick-tock, every bar is a pressure zone
They talk numbers, I talk legacy metrics
My stats look like scriptures, yours look like exit credits
I don’t beef, I just narrate the downfall arc
Let ‘em self-destruct, I just film it in the dark
They chase trends, I make time feel embarrassed
My presence make eras feel temporary, famished

Verse 2
I don’t flex loud, I let silence do the violence
Whole room shift when I enter, call it climate
They say I’m “too different,” translation: can’t clone him
They run in circles, I orbit, I’m not in their moment
Pen sharp like it’s carved from a rib bone
Every metaphor got a hidden double flip tone
I don’t chase respect, I collect it in bulk
They got bars, I got architecture in vaults
My cadence feel lazy but every line lethal
Like I’m joking while rewriting the rules of the people
They want beef, I’m on rare steak energy
I don’t argue with ants ‘bout elephant pedigree
They keep asking “how you stay relevant?”
I just exist and the algorithm’s jealous, man
No gimmicks, no costume, no mask on
Still the boogeyman when the lights in the track on

Verse 3
I talk soft but the message hit harder than rage
Like a whisper that echoes for centuries straight
They got streams, I got oceans of thought
You just surfing the wave, I’m the motion it caught
They want my spot, I gave ‘em directions in riddles
Still couldn’t find it, got lost in the middle
I write lines that sound simple on purpose
Then three listens later you nervous and searching
Every bar got a door in it, hidden dimension
While they rap in a room, I’m expanding the tension
I don’t need enemies, envy do fine
It expose who you are every time that I shine
They say I’m “mysterious,” nah I’m just private
Power move is not explaining your science

Verse 4
I move like folklore, rumor, urban legend
Name travel faster than the music I’m sending
They all wanna be “next,” I’m the after effect
The echo after the echo, the final reflect
My style not viral, it’s contagious over time
Like a thought that infects every sentence you write
They rap for applause, I rap for the archive
So when trends die, my voice still alive
I’m not in competition, I’m in observation
Watching clones argue over imitation
They say “prove it,” I say “look around”
If I wasn’t the standard, why you sound like me now?

Verse 5
Midnight throne, I don’t sleep, I just sharpen ideas
They chase daylight, I evolve in the fear
They want my crown, but it’s made of perspective
You can’t steal what you don’t eve