[Intro – 4 bars] (Sound of a lullaby box playing a creepy tune, then being smashed by a hammer) They want the crown? They can't even lift the sword. Generation "Now"... meet the End of Time. Sit down. Class is in session. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] I look around at the playground, the fake sound, the breakdown Of every single value that I laid down, the grey town Filled with the mumble and the stumble and the crumble of the weak Who open up their mouth but got absolutely nothing to speak You’re chasing viral moments, I’m building viral weapons I’m teaching you the difference in a thousand painful lessons You got filters on your face, I got scars upon my soul You’re playing distinct roles, I assume total control. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] Swipe left, swipe right, vanish in the night No depth, no height, no bark, no bite Plastic idols melting in the sun I’m the bullet, the trigger, and the gun. [Hook – 8 bars] Kids these days, they think they know the game Chasing the clout but forgetting the name They build a castle out of sand and of dust While I am building one of steel and of trust Yeah, kids these days, they want the trophy for free But nobody is getting past the gatekeeper: Me So take your little toys and your noise and your plays And bow down to the master... fuck kids these days. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] (Eminem-style intricate flow) I’m-a-dinosaur-a-carnivore-a-man-of-war-a-conqueror Ignoring-all-the-boring-whoring-scoring-that-you’re-longing-for I’m-analog-in-digital-I’m-critical-I’m-pivotal I’m-visceral-and-literal-I’m-cutting-the-umbilical Cord-of-the-hord-who-are-bored-and-ignored I’m-swinging-the-sword-and-restoring-the-order You’re famous for a minute, I’m legendary for life You’re butter on the bread, I am the serrated knife. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] You got autotune to fix the pitch, I got raw aggression I view the studio as a holy confession session You’re worried about the algorithm and the view count I’m worried about the body count and the true amount Of talent that is lacking in the packing of the snacking I’m hacking and I’m cracking and I’m sending you packing Back to the daycare, play fair? I don’t think so I’m the titanic, you’re the boat that is gonna sink slow. [Hook – 8 bars] Kids these days, they think they know the game Chasing the clout but forgetting the name They build a castle out of sand and of dust While I am building one of steel and of trust Yeah, kids these days, they want the trophy for free But nobody is getting past the gatekeeper: Me So take your little toys and your noise and your plays And bow down to the master... fuck kids these days. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] Respect is not an app that you can download on the phone It’s something that you bleed for when you’re standing all alone I earned every stripe, every scar, every bar While you were busy wishing on a falling little star I’m the nightmare that your parents warned you all about The shadow in the corner that is snuffing out the doubt So listen to the OG, the King, the machine I’m wiping off the slate and I’m keeping it clean. [Outro – 4 bars] Playtime is over. Nap time. Go to sleep. KB. The Adult in the room. (Sound of a door slamming shut and locking)
