[Instrumental Intro – Extended regal fanfare with no vocals. Blazing horns and triumphant brass over rolling timpani and orchestral stabs. Booming 808s and rattling trap hats lock with thunderous kicks and stomping snares. Cinematic strings swell, building war march energy and pompous grandeur. Pure instrumental, deadly-serious tone, setting the stage before any vocals begin.] [Break] “Oh HELL Yeah! Trumpets for a king, baby. Didn’t want me when I was starvin’ — Now you’re all lined up beggin’ for a seat at my table. Bow down... Kiss the ring." [Break] [Verse 1 – Gravel-soaked vocals, swaggering rap-growl over booming 808s + regal horns punching like stabs, ominous bass swells, serrated flow] I came from the mud, y’all laughed at the name.. BOW DOWN Now you bendin’ your necks when you hear my flame... BOW DOWN Didn’t send no invites, didn’t sign no deals.. BOW DOWN Now you beggin’ for a verse like I spittin' out meals... BOW DOWN Rust crown crooked but it shines like gold, I turned pain into sermons that the whole world knows. Every snake in the grass wanna ride my wave, But I paved this kingdom with the scars I gave. [Pre-Chorus – Gravel rasp, regal horns blaring louder, drums military tight, war march energy] You ain’t my brother, you ain’t my kin, You just want the throne that I bled within. [Chorus – Gravel-soaked soaring roar, venomous grit, stadium-sized mix, cinematic strings, jagged glory, triumphant dominance, mission-driven grandeur] Call me Your Majesty, kiss the ring savagely, Didn’t want me then, now you’re dyin’ for a taste. Call me Your Majesty, crown fits raggedly, I built this empire from the dirt you erased. [Verse 2 – Faster venomous cadence, gravel vocals over double-time trap drums + regal brass, shadowed fanfare, serrated flow] They ghosted my name when the fire was dim... BOW DOWN Now they DM like vultures, tryna sneak back in... BOW DOWN I don’t collab with the fakes, I don’t bow to the clowns.. BOW DOWN I don’t share my sermon with the snakes in town... BOW DOWN You want Cain on a track? Better pay that toll, Every bar’s bloodstained, every verse got soul. You ain’t part of the kingdom, you just playin’ the part, But I’m the outlaw king with a crown in the dark. [Pre-Chorus – Sharper, more aggressive grit, horns and snares slicing like blades, scar-forged crown imagery] You ain’t my circle, you ain’t my creed, You just want the throne built from scars that bleed. [Chorus – Bigger, layered outlaw choir behind Cain, soaring roars, pompous cadence, stadium-sized mix, triumphant dominance] Call me Your Majesty, bow with audacity, Didn’t want my name, now it’s carved in your chest. Call me Your Majesty, crown sits savagely, Every track I drop makes your idols look less. [Bridge – Half-spoken venom, stripped trap beat, horns swelling ominous, deadly-serious tone] “I remember when none of you picked up my call. Now the same ones knockin’ beggin’ Cain for a feature. Guess who built this kingdom brick by bloody brick? Not you. Me. Your Majesty.” [Final Chorus – Explodes with brass fanfare, timpani rolls, orchestral stabs, booming 808s, outlaw choir, soaring gravel-soaked roar, kingly proclamation, triumphant dominance] Call me Your Majesty, kiss the ring savagely, Didn’t want me then, now you’re screamin’ my name. Call me Your Majesty, crown sits jaggedly, Every scar I wear is a jewel in the flame. [Outro – Regal horns fade into heavy stomp, gravel-soaked whisper-growl, venom thick, deadly-serious tone] “Bow down… Or get out of my kingdom.”
