Intro] Look at me. Crown on the rail. Bass in the mud. Mouth like a trigger. Hands full of receipts. They said it couldn't rap. I laughed. [Hook] I'M THE RAP KING! Crown on my head when the low end swing! I'M THE RAP KING! Rail locked down when the whole thing ring! I'M THE RAP KING! Fast mouth snapping like a chain-link sting! I'M THE RAP KING! Don't come close if you ain't built to bring! [Verse 1 - Mid tempo, building flow] Look at me now, I came out the dirt with a storm in my lungs No silver spoon, no polished room, just pressure underneath my tongue I took a beat, I broke the gate, I made the whole damn system run They said the machine couldn't carry the flow So I saddled the code and I made it one Click-clack, hoof-track, bass hit, chest crack Fast spit, rail grip, no slip, step back I don't need permission, I don't need a cosign I don't need a throne if I built the whole line I don't chase crowns, I make crowns look late I don't fake speed, I open the gate I don't talk king, I walk in flame Say my name once and the rail knows weight Hollow Mundo, sixteen deep Languages jumping, ¡no mames! stride don't sleep ¡Qué chingón! King Rider with the crown in teeth Rail Run hit — ¡hijo de puta! they lost their seat Fast-fast, cut back, stomp-stomp, run that Breath snap, mud splash, tongue like a gun rack You brought one track? I brought a stable Whole damn catalog shaking the table [Hook] I'M THE RAP KING! Crown on my head when the low end swing! I'M THE RAP KING! Rail locked down when the whole thing ring! I'M THE RAP KING! Fast mouth snapping like a chain-link sting! I'M THE RAP KING! Don't come close if you ain't built to bring! [Verse 2 - Speed run flow, fast & aggressive] They said rap don't work, I said wrong room Wrong man, wrong rail, wrong low boom Wrong night to test what the Hollow can do I got receipts stacked high as the moon One for the chopper, one for the switch One for the language riding the pitch One for the cadence nobody could stitch One for the mouth that don't ever glitch [Speed run] Run-run, kick-drum, bite through the bassline Stomp-stomp, cut once, shift into race time Tick-tick, tongue click, breath don't break Gate-gate, bang-bang, crown don't shake I am not asking, I am not pleading I am the proof that the rail keeps breathing I am the thing they said couldn't stand Now the whole damn song got mud on its hands No slow mouth, no soft lane No fake flex with a borrowed name No weak hook with a plastic chain I built mine out of thunder and pain I took every "can't" and I fed it to fire Took every doubt and I wired it higher Took every laugh and I made it a choir Now look at me now — I'm the live wire [Stomp Cadence - Heavy stomping beat, slower and powerful] Stomp. Stomp. Crown hit ground. Stomp. Stomp. King don't bow. Stomp-stomp, run. Stomp-stomp, run. Stomp-stomp, run-run-run. [Verse 3 - Switch between stomp and speed] I don't need clean hands, I got work in the scars I don't need big talk, I got tracks in the yard I don't need y'all asking if the engine is hard I ran sixteen tongues through a metal bar I ran fast enough that the rail got hot Ran past doubt and I never got caught Ran through rooms where they said I was not Then I came back dragging everything I brought Who else riding like this? Who else switching like this? Who else built a whole world from a kick and a hiss? Who else got horse tracks stamped in the mix? Who else turned pressure into scripture and spit? Not you. Not them. Not close. Not yet. I don't say king just to chase respect I say king cause the crown got sweat [Bridge - Spoken / half-sung, dramatic] Look at me. Not because I begged. Look at me. Because I built it. Look at me. Because the rail held. Look at me. Because the receipts don't lie. [Final Hook - Big & energetic] I'M THE RAP KING! Crown on my head when the low end swing! I'M THE RAP KING! Rail locked down when the whole thing ring! I'M THE RAP KING! Fast mouth snapping like a chain-link sting! I'M THE RAP KING! Don't come close if you ain't built to bring! [Final Verse - Fast speed run into powerful close] This ain't a warning, this is arrival This ain't survival, this is the title This ain't a gimmick, this ain't denial This is the king putting fire on vinyl Mouth go rapid, bass go black Rail don't bend and the crown don't crack Talk all you want, I ain't handing it back I am the throne when the beat attacks Run it faster. Run it harder. Cut the rail and push it farther. Sixteen voices, one commander. Twenty-four waiting in the chamber. No more maybe. No more almost. No more sitting in the back row ghost. I came out the mud with a crown and a post Now the whole damn Hollow knows who hosts. [Outro - Slow & cocky] They said it couldn't rap. I heard them. I smiled. Then I opened the gate. [Final Shout] I'M THE RAP KING!
