[Intro] Most rap has one subject. The rapper. The camera turned inward until the lens forgot the world. So — turn it around. Rap around the subject. Leave author out of frame. [Verse 1. The Cloned Egos] Every bar a mirror, every mirror reflects the same, A thousand rappers, one topic, familiar refrain. Words wrapped around repeating, eating ouroboros tail, self-referential thesis, until self's the sole detail. Cloned egos in cyphers, each one THE one famed, Same flex respecc'ed, same crowing crown claim, same set preset, lame chains frame the same. Mirror's not a window; ego's fog blurs pane. Put camera down, swing lens around another way, Let topic take the spotlight, let author fade to grey. Subject isn't singer, subject is the thought, The idea gets the verse, the ego gets forgot. [Hook] Cloned egos only rap on one subject, Elves wrapped, repeat 1, 2, sound check. Rap around the subject, object, ego flipped wordplay, Self should sit on shelf, elf wrapped, world played. [Verse 2. The Grammar] Strip pronoun from sentence, watch meaning walk right in, First person retired, third person or no-person wins. Subject acts and object take, ego eager on both roles, Star of its own show, the receipt of its own tolls. Rap around subject, circle the idea, not face of fame, Concept in the centre and keep author out of frame. Pronoun: Pro the noun. Stand for things, not thrones, The world in question has renown of its own. Capital "I", the only pronoun that capitalises, Tallest letter, loudest letter, watch verse right-size it. Cut the "I" out of headlines, let sentences stand up straight, The smaller self appears, the feel of meaning weights. [Hook] Cloned egos only rap on one subject, Elves wrapped, repeat 1, 2, sound check. Rap around the subject, object, ego flipped wordplay, Self should sit on shelf — elf wrapped, world played [Verse 3. No Central Throne] No "I" inside a mushroom, mycelium connects strands, fruiting body's borrowed time; network connectivity the plan. Octopus can think in every arm, no single drone throne, Nine brains, no capital centred, mind not alone. So edbehere "be here" — ego or Id? 2 characters, Presence pronoun-ced or questioned aperture. Peaceful warriors don't flex , weighted ego dissolves, The quieter self played, the more the world resolves. Hivemind has no soloist, signal shared whole, Nervous system don't brag about single cell control. The louder the ego fills the frame all of itself, The higher to lift it, archived, shift to higher shelf. [Bridge] Elf on the shelf watched children and reported to the throne The self is that same little watcher, narrating on its own. So set it down. Let the surveillance take a seat. When the idle self goes quiet, concept keeps the beat. [Outro] Around the subject, never at it, topic wears the crown, The self up on the shelf, turn volume of egos echoes down. First person missing — and verse has never been so full, The smaller that the "I" becomes, more learnings be pulled.
