CAUGHT YOU CAPPIN x Den of Serpents [Mashup] ft. GhostMKC

[Intro] Caught you, caught you Caught you cappin', caught you cappin' Caught you, caught you Midnight drapes the cracked façade, Whispers coil through the hallway’s silence, Promises sold in counterfeit gold Every laugh a rehearsed, hollow role. [Verse 1] Yeah, you flexing on the ’Gram but you broke in the booth Posted up your Bentley but the lease gotta prove You talking all that money but your pockets ain't proof I seen you at the mall tryna fake your moves Neon signs spell “authentic” in bright deceit, Followers march to the rhythm of applause Their stories stitched from borrowed fragments, A collage of selves that never pause You swear you got the sauce but you stole the recipe Say you self-made but your daddy's connected You talking 'bout the opps but you scared of the streets Cappin' is your language, you fluent on beat, yeah They trade compassion for a perfect profile, Likes and follows: currency of the damned. When the curtain drops, empty rooms stands [Pre Chorus] Shadows stretch, they learn to slither, Mimic the hiss of honesty they’ve never known Caught you, caught you cappin' You ain't nothing but a punchline, tragic Caught you, caught you, facts... Now the whole world know you running from your past [Chorus] Welcome to the Den of Serpents, where the false wear crowns Where the tongue is a blade and the heart beats low Caught you cappin', caught you cappin' (Who the fuhk is you? Who the fuhk?) Everybody flexing but nobody's real Caught you cappin' in this lie appeal Just a painted viper in a costume, that's clear [Verse 2] Let me be straight with you I seen the best actors in this game, they taught me well Paint a picture so convincing that I'm living in my shell But the difference is I know it, got a conscience that won't quit You believe your own bullshit, that's the sickest part of it [Bridge] I hear the hiss of every secret pact, A symphony of lies in minor key Fake smiles for the money and greed Break the glass, let the mirrors bleed, Expose the venom hidden inside it No more masquerade, no more disguise Only raw, unfiltered truth to guide Welcome to the Den of Serpents, where the false wear crowns, Where the tongue is a blade and the heart beats low Everybody flexing but the realest stand tall When the cameras off and nobody looking at all The real beast rises, shedding skin that once was blurred Caught you cappin', caught you cappin' (Who the fuhk is you? Fuhk out my face) [Outro] Silence settles over the broken coil, The den is empty, the serpents gone Only honest breath remains, a steady pulse... Caught you cappin' Who the fuhk is you? Caught you, caught you ... The den is empty, the serpents gone