Intro] (Distorted 808s crawling in, low and mean) Yeah… no knees on the concrete No crown on my head but the weight still heavy [Verse 1] I don’t kneel for the mirror or the myth they invent Every throne got a price and I spent every cent On the silence between pulses when the bass hit bent Distorted and bloated, lungs full of cement I spit intricate patterns like a circuit gone wild Multisyllabic venom with a smile so mild You measuring power by the names that you dial I’m measuring pressure by the way the floor pile No handshake, no favor, no favor returned Every bridge that I burned left a lesson I learned You want loyalty? Pay for the blood that I earned I bow to no man, watch the whole empire turn [Chorus] I bow to no man, no fear no lie No suit in the tower, no king when I die Bass so crushed it make the concrete cry I bow to no man — let the whole system fry I bow to no man, no chain on my neck No prayer on my lips when the speakers go wreck Distorted and blown till the sub starts to check I bow to no man… and I never look back [Verse 2] Flow smoother than the silk that they use for the noose But the rhyme scheme cut deeper than the truth they refuse Internal collisions, consonants bruise Every bar is a blade and the silence is fuse I stack syllables like bodies in a trench Trap hats ticking time while the guitars wrench Metal in the marrow, trap in the stench Of a hunger that never learned how to flinch You want me to bow? Better bring heavier guns I already buried the versions of me that once Needed approval, needed the love, needed the runs Now the only thing kneeling is the bass when it comes [Chorus] I bow to no man, no fear no lie No suit in the tower, no king when I die Bass so crushed it make the concrete cry I bow to no man — let the whole system fry I bow to no man, no chain on my neck No prayer on my lips when the speakers go wreck Distorted and blown till the sub starts to check I bow to no man… and I never look back [Bridge] (Half-time, bass still punishing) They say power is a posture I say posture is a cage I don’t need the altar I just need the stage And a frequency so low It rearranges the age [Final Chorus – bigger, more aggressive] I bow to no man, no fear no lie No suit in the tower, no king when I die Bass so crushed it make the concrete cry I bow to no man — let the whole system fry I bow to no man, no chain on my neck No prayer on my lips when the speakers go wreck Distorted and blown till the sub starts to check I bow to no man… I bow to no man… I bow to no man.
