I Wear the Crown

New Orleans bounce, brass-band hip-hop, theatrical rap

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[Intro – Trumpets, Boots Stomp, Crowd Roars]
[Herald – Dramatic]
All rise for Her Royal—
[Female – Cuts Him Off]
Baby, skip the titles. Hand me the mic!
[Brass Blast]

[Hook – New Orleans Bounce, Crowd Chant]
Bitch, I wear the crown!
Tilt it to the left, let the whole room bounce!
Gold on my head, ten toes on the ground,
If the band get loud, I’ma turn it up now!
Crown! Crown! Don’t let it fall!
I don’t need a throne, got the floor and the walls!
Bitch, I wear the crown!
I built this damn kingdom from the lost and found!

[Verse 1 – Rap, Quick and Playful]
Walk in with a grocery bag, heels in my hand,
Still give a royal entrance with a five-piece band.
Crown got a dent from the life that I lived,
A little crooked? So what? It still fits!
My palace got laundry, unpaid parking fines,
Half a dozen wild stories and a schedule behind.
Got a microphone scepter, got a beat for my court,
And the bailiff’s on the tuba with his damn breath short.
I don’t need you kneeling, baby, get up and dance,
This ain’t Buckingham Palace, this a second-line jam.
Sign my own decrees with a lipstick kiss,
Rule number one: DON’T TOUCH MY SHIT!

[Pre-Chorus – Handclaps, Female Soul]
No velvet rope, no perfect gown,
Just a woman who refused to bow down.
Hear those horns? That’s my sound—
Clear the floor, I’m coming ’round!

[Hook – Harder Bass]
Bitch, I wear the crown!
Tilt it to the left, let the whole room bounce!
Gold on my head, ten toes on the ground,
If the band get loud, I’ma turn it up now!

[Verse 2 – Double-Time Rap, Brass Answers]
I been queen of the detours, duchess of late fees,
Empress of fixing broken things with a plan B.
Had a map full of scribbles, drove the long way home,
Now the whole brass section knows the road I rode.
This ain’t a hand-me-down title from somebody’s last name,
I can lose every jewel and still walk in the same.
You can sit at my table, bring a story and a plate,
But you can’t rewrite my name on the door of the place.
Get the snare drum rattling, let the trombone slide,
Got a little Mississippi and a whole lotta pride.
If the crown slips sideways when the bass hit the ground,
I just catch it in rhythm and spin that bitch around!

[Bridge – Band Stops, Solo Vocal]
[Female – Low, Sincere]
They thought the crown would make me taller.
Truth is, I had to stand up first.
[Female – Soaring Gospel Belt]
I weeeear the croooown!
[Drum Roll, Horns Erupt]

[Final Hook – Choir, Bounce, High Note]
Bitch, I wear the crown!
Not too proud to laugh when it falls right down!
Pick it back up, put it on, turn around—
Let the whole damn city hear the royal sound!
[Female – Hold High Note]
Croooooown!
[Crowd]
Who wears it?!
[Female]
I do, bitch!

[Outro – Tuba Riff]
[Herald]
Any final royal proclamation?
[Female – Laughs]
Yeah. Somebody feed the band.
[Brass Sting]

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[Intro – Trumpets, Boots Stomp, Crowd Roars] [Herald – Dramatic] All rise for Her Royal— [Female – Cuts Him Off] Baby, skip the titles. Hand me the mic! [Brass Blast] [Hook – New Orleans Bounce, Crowd Chant] Bitch, I wear the crown! Tilt it to the left, let the whole room bounce! Gold on my head, ten toes on the ground, If the band get loud, I’ma turn it up now! Crown! Crown! Don’t let it fall! I don’t need a throne, got the floor and the walls! Bitch, I wear the crown! I built this damn kingdom from the lost and found! [Verse 1 – Rap, Quick and Playful] Walk in with a grocery bag, heels in my hand, Still give a royal entrance with a five-piece band. Crown got a dent from the life that I lived, A little crooked? So what? It still fits! My palace got laundry, unpaid parking fines, Half a dozen wild stories and a schedule behind. Got a microphone scepter, got a beat for my court, And the bailiff’s on the tuba with his damn breath short. I don’t need you kneeling, baby, get up and dance, This ain’t Buckingham Palace, this a second-line jam. Sign my own decrees with a lipstick kiss, Rule number one: DON’T TOUCH MY SHIT! [Pre-Chorus – Handclaps, Female Soul] No velvet rope, no perfect gown, Just a woman who refused to bow down. Hear those horns? That’s my sound— Clear the floor, I’m coming ’round! [Hook – Harder Bass] Bitch, I wear the crown! Tilt it to the left, let the whole room bounce! Gold on my head, ten toes on the ground, If the band get loud, I’ma turn it up now! [Verse 2 – Double-Time Rap, Brass Answers] I been queen of the detours, duchess of late fees, Empress of fixing broken things with a plan B. Had a map full of scribbles, drove the long way home, Now the whole brass section knows the road I rode. This ain’t a hand-me-down title from somebody’s last name, I can lose every jewel and still walk in the same. You can sit at my table, bring a story and a plate, But you can’t rewrite my name on the door of the place. Get the snare drum rattling, let the trombone slide, Got a little Mississippi and a whole lotta pride. If the crown slips sideways when the bass hit the ground, I just catch it in rhythm and spin that bitch around! [Bridge – Band Stops, Solo Vocal] [Female – Low, Sincere] They thought the crown would make me taller. Truth is, I had to stand up first. [Female – Soaring Gospel Belt] I weeeear the croooown! [Drum Roll, Horns Erupt] [Final Hook – Choir, Bounce, High Note] Bitch, I wear the crown! Not too proud to laugh when it falls right down! Pick it back up, put it on, turn around— Let the whole damn city hear the royal sound! [Female – Hold High Note] Croooooown! [Crowd] Who wears it?! [Female] I do, bitch! [Outro – Tuba Riff] [Herald] Any final royal proclamation? [Female – Laughs] Yeah. Somebody feed the band. [Brass Sting]

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