[Intro] (Spoken, over crowd noise) Clown Town loud again… Yeah. Time to shut it down. (Hook tag, crowd feel) Time to shut it down, This guy’s a clown. [Verse 1] You were loud in warm‑ups, quiet when it counted, Talkin’ big numbers, box score never mounted. Actin’ like you built this whole fake town, But every tight moment? You were nowhere around. All that chatter on the line, but your game won’t pop, First hint of pressure and you beg me to swap. You write checks with your talk that your skills can’t top, I’m the one steppin’ in when your shots all drop. You sell wolf tickets, but the stats don’t care, Film don’t lie when we run it back there. All that “I run this” when the town full of vets, But you shrink on the field when the lights get set. [Pre‑Hook] Time to shut it down, This guy’s a clown. Talk big all week, then you fade when it’s now. [Hook] Time to shut it down, This guy’s a clown. All bark, no bite when the lights come around. You talk like a king with a paper crown, I let the play do the talk, that’s how I get down. [Verse 2] Whole town lookin’ like Jets vs. Sharks, Half by the bench throwin’ side‑eye sparks. You build little crews, draw lines on the floor, Turn one tight squad to a street‑corner war. You’re the “Jets” on the side, holdin’ court in a line, They’re the “Sharks” by the gate with that quiet spine. All that snap on the bleachers, all the whispers and looks, But none of that noise ever show in the books. Super star before your balls dropped, Hit your peak before first pimple popped. Still livin’ off stories from a middle‑school stop, Same dusty tale every time that you talk. You split us like chapters in a paperback gang, But I’m not in your story, I’m writin’ my own name. [Pre‑Hook] Time to shut it down, This guy’s a clown. We don’t need a rumble, we just need the next down. [Hook] Time to shut it down, This guy’s a clown. All bark, no bite when the lights come around. You talk like a king with a paper crown, I let the play do the talk, that’s how I get down. [Bridge – Rap battle call‑and‑response] Man, you don’t even score like that. But I guard your man when you lose his track. You only look good ‘cause they’re scared of me. We watched the film, they forgot you, see. I’m the reason that the fans all cheer. They were quiet last week when you disappeared. You just jealous ‘cause I run this crew. You run your mouth, I just run straight through. [Bridge tag] You don’t know my work, You don’t know what I can do. You just chase the noise, I just chase what’s true. You don’t know my grind, You don’t know my view, I keep the fight on the field, That’s the difference between me and you. [Verse 3] Take the noise out the town, Keep the fight on the field, let the game go boom. I don’t need cheap shots, I don’t need your crew, I just line up once and show more than you. You don’t know my work, what I grind, what I do, You just know the echo of your own point of view. I’ve been quiet in the back while you chase that view count, Now the lights come on and there’s a real score to count. When the talk turns sharp and the town feels split, I don’t pick fake sides just to say I fit. I walk past the “Jets” and the “Sharks” in the rows, If you’re not in the huddle, then nobody knows. Time to cool that noise, time to call it out, If your talk breaks trust, that’s a bad kind of clout. [Final Hook] Time to shut it down, This guy’s a clown. All bark, no bite when the lights come around. You talk like a king with a paper crown, I let the play do the talk, that’s how I get down. (Short outro ad‑libs) Clown… Shut it down… Keep the fight on the field.
