Paper Crown (Hipgrass Chiptune Diss)

[Intro] Insert coin—your turn, champ. [Verse 1] You talk like a headline, print like a typo, Big entrance, small shoes, lost in the light show. You brought a whole posse to soften the fall, Still couldn’t find one good line in them all. Your best move’s a bluff with the corners bent, I check one receipt and your whole act’s spent. You flex borrowed shine like it came from your hand, I build from a spark; you just pose by the stand. [Chorus] You’re all big talk, little proof, Paper crown in a rented suit. Take one step, then you back right down— Game over, kid, put the mic back down. [Verse 2] Your punchlines arrive with a week-old delay, I’m already gone while you’re naming the play. You copy the pose, but you miss the intent, A loud little echo with nothing to spend. You call that a win? That’s a participation grin, You came for the crown, left carrying tin. I don’t need a rumor, a crew, or a prop; One clean bar and your whole act stops. [Chorus] You’re all big talk, little proof, Paper crown in a rented suit. Take one step, then you back right down— Game over, kid, put the mic back down. [Outro] No rematch, no speech, no encore tonight. You had your whole turn. I clicked out the light.