[Intro] Yeah. Big-mouth prophet with a rented kingdom, Selling scared men a cure, then charging them to drink one. Whole brand built on “I’m the toughest in the room,” Needs a camera every minute just to prove he’s got a pulse. [Verse 1] Clinical precision, digital religion, Minimal admission when the bullshit starts slipping, Critical condition, cynical position, Selling insecurity packaged as ambition. Physical symptoms, ritual rhythms, Little fuckers listening, mimicking systems, Pick up the slogans, recycle the wisdom, Call it being free while they’re stuck in his prison. Script is simplistic, ego statistics, Hyper-macho marketing dressed up as mystics, Now mutate the rhyme, let it grind into friction, Fiction to conviction, prediction to addiction. Click-driven prick with subscription ambitions, Every hot take needs algorithm ignition, You teach domination, I teach detection, Spot manipulation dressed up as direction. [Hook] You sell rage, they buy pain, Same old bullshit, different name. Big fake throne, cardboard crown, Build yourself up by tearing them down. You sell fear, call it strength, Stretch one slogan to ridiculous length. Talk real loud, act profound, Whole fucking empire’s microphone sound. [Verse 2] Grandiose rhetoric, anabolic sentences, Every conversation turns competitive, Masculine metrics, synthetic intelligence, Measure every heartbeat by dominance percentages. Predatory confidence, monetary consequence, Turn teenage panic into paying audiences, “Follow my philosophy, purchase my prominence,” Congratulations, asshole, insecurity’s commerce. Arrogant, barbaric, charismatic, generic, Automatic talking points, permanently declarative, Everything’s absolute ’cause nuance ain’t marketable, You ain’t a wolf, you’re a logo made profitable. Vanity, gravity, strategy, tragedy, Manufactured masculinity marketed rapidly, Every disagreement becomes enemy cavalry, Built a whole personality out of fucking battery. Charge it with outrage, plug it in daily, Say dumb shit, then call everybody crazy, If confidence was real, you wouldn’t need to persuade me Every sixty seconds that the whole world should obey thee. [Hook] You sell rage, they buy pain, Same old bullshit, different name. Big fake throne, cardboard crown, Build yourself up by tearing them down. You sell fear, call it strength, Stretch one slogan to ridiculous length. Talk real loud, act profound, Whole fucking empire’s microphone sound. [Verse 3 - Double Time] Psychological theatre, digital Caesar, Self-help preacher turned attention-rate dealer, Algorithm feeder, controversy breeder, Need another headline? Say some dumber shit, leader. Masculinity minimum, mimicry militant, Internet citizens swallowing syllogisms, “If I got cash then my worldview is brilliant,” No, motherfucker, that’s ego ventriloquism. Ventriloquism, symbolism, cynicism, criticism, Every pushback dismissed as victimism, Complex human beings reduced to mechanisms, Then monetized through tribal antagonism. Status addiction / lavish depiction / Average prediction / masculine fiction / Camera addiction / manufactured friction / Confidence cosplay / capitalist mystic. Selling young men somebody else to blame, ’Cause fixing yourself doesn’t generate the same Engagement, resentment, followers, fame, So you torch the fucking room then complain about flames. [Bridge] Maybe strength shuts the fuck up. Maybe power doesn’t pose. Maybe being sure of yourself Means you don’t need ten cameras up your nose. Maybe winning isn’t turning Every room into a war. Maybe men don’t need some asshole Selling masculinity door to door. [Final Verse] Humility, utility, emotional agility, Real capability without manufactured hostility, Real authority survives without visibility, Doesn’t need a slogan every minute for legitimacy. No rented mythology, no constant performance, No worshipping money as moral endorsement, You built a maze, then told the fools it was a map, Sold the cage, sold the key, sold the course, sold the app. Called everybody sheep while you monetized the trap, Motherfucker, that ain’t freedom, That’s a pyramid scheme with abs. Real strength doesn’t need a seminar, Being cruel doesn’t make you hard, You made insecurity into a business card, Then called it enlightenment. Jesus fucking Christ, what a fraud. [Final Hook] You sell rage, they buy pain, Same old bullshit, different name. Big fake throne, cardboard crown, Build yourself up by tearing them down. You sell fear, call it strength, Stretch one slogan to ridiculous length. Talk real loud, act profound, Whole fucking empire’s microphone sound. [Outro] No name. No crown. No legend required. If the shoe fucking fits, quit selling the fire. [END]
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