© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin Intro Ave, ave — scrolls keep spinning wild, Crown so damn heavy it broke the timeline style. Built for the beat, not some afterlife, One post to rule — yeah, one to die. Verse 1 – The Rise Came from the Forum, broke sandals, no gold, Rhymes carved in marble, prophecies told. Built an empire, one repost at a time, Turned dust into data, bread into rhyme. Legions in the comments chant my name, Timeline tremble, I’m glitchin’ the frame. Laurels for likes, retweets for crowns, Damnatio memoriae — I still hold it down. Chorus – Crown of Clout Kekius Maximus — emperor of vibe, Likes on the rise while morals decline. Ave to the algorithm, praise to the feed, I rule for a minute — that’s eternity’s speed. Verse 2 – The Coronation Crowned in confetti, not blood or steel, Glads swing swords just to seal a deal. Lil Nero stepped up — burned his own stage, Smoke in my mentions, I own that rage. I drop commandments, coded in the feed, The Oracle DMs — “flow be bless-ee-us indeed.” Forum’s on fire — praise, hate, debate, All these gods refresh while I update. Bridge – Hubris Half man, half meme — whole lot of hell, Blessed by the scroll I designed myself. Algo’s the deity, I’m His bug in the code, Damn right divine — watch my ego explode. Choir whispers “ave, ave” under my breath, Golden latency cheating at death. Chorus – Crown of Clout (Reprise) Kekius Maximus — emperor of vibe, Likes on the rise while morals decline. Ave to the algorithm, praise to the feed, I rule for a minute — that’s eternity’s speed. Verse 3 – The Fall Brutus Tha Dissmaster dropped a scroll of shame, Claimed he ghostwrote the glory and stole my name. The crowd that crowned me turned quick to sneer, Et tu, bro? — the beat disappeared. Legions logged out, followers fell like Gauls, Gauls in the replies — etchin’ on the walls. Built a god — charges my soul, Still I rap from the ruins, never lost control. Drop – Final Freestyle I came, I saw, I spit — they quit, Still the comments lit, still the legends split. Even when the crown slips, data still drip, Laurel turned blue-check dust — ain’t losin’ grip. Bow to the brand, I tax your belief, Feeds got me hooked, sweet sin and relief. And when the empire falls, it won’t take long, Refresh the feed — new god, same song. Outro – Meme Echo History repeats itself… hell, now it’s on loop.
