Rotten System

🎤 RICH XIII — “Rotten System”
🎙️ Intro (scene)
(TV chiando baixo + vozes distantes)
📺 “Another night of violence reported in the south side…”
👤 (voz baixa)
“Same shit… different day…”
👤 (outra voz)
“They built this… now they scared of it…”
(silêncio — beat entra pesado)
Yeah…
RICH XIII.
🔥 Verse 1
Empty plate while the skyline shining bright
Penthouse laughter echo through the night
(yeah…)
Rich kids drunk thinking life’s a joke
While my block breathing through concrete smoke
(they don’t know…)
Suit and tie thieves behind marble walls
(crooked ass system…)
Stealing millions while the system stalls
But a hungry kid grabs bread to survive
(and now he’s the criminal?!)
Now they calling every cop alive
Justice blind? — nah…
(pause)
Justice paid.
Truth buried deep where the deals get made
They write the laws in a boardroom chair
Never felt cold nights in the ghetto air
Fake kings preaching rules they break
Whole damn empire built on fake
Every line I spit crack their throne
Truth too heavy for the microphone
🎙️ Hook
Truth hurts — scream it loud
Rich kings hiding in the crowd
Poor stay broke while money grows
So keep your crown — keep your throne
Truth hurts — hear the sound
Concrete voice shaking the ground
RICH XIII don’t bow or bend
Street-born rage till the end
🎬 Bridge / Skit
(som de vidro quebrando + passos correndo)
👤 “Yo! they coming, man!”
👤 “For what?! surviving?!”
👤 “That’s enough for them…”
(sirene bem baixa ao fundo, não exagerada)
🔥 Verse 2
Champagne popping in a tower so high
Meanwhile kids on my block asking why
(why…)
Politicians smiling on the evening news
Selling hope while they tighten the screws
(liars…)
Banks get fat while the blocks decay
Then they blame the streets every day
Talking morals from a marble hall
Never heard gunshots hit the wall
Teacher said “study, find your way out”
(yeah right…)
But the system loves keeping the poor in drought
Rules from cowards in a suit and tie
Mean nothing to a street survivor’s eye
Every rhyme sharp like shattered glass
Every bar tearing down their mask
Turn it up — let the speakers burn
Street truth is a lesson they never learn
🎙️ Hook (variação leve)
Truth hurts — now feel the weight
Too much real for them to take
Poor stay broke while money grows
Same old lie that everybody knows
Truth hurts — hear it clear
Concrete voice ringing in your ear
RICH XIII don’t bow or bend
Street-born rage till the end
🔥 Verse 3
This ain’t anger — this is vision from below
Where broken dreams and sirens grow
(real talk…)
Kids growing up in a locked-down life
Concrete playgrounds, pressure, strife
They preach law like it’s holy ground
But justice only comes when money’s around
(facts…)
Real truth would burn their palace down
Turn every liar into a clown
Heavy bars crashing on the beat
Like thunder rolling through the street
You built the world crooked and cold
Now hear the story the gutter told
As long as these blocks breathe at night
My voice stay loaded, ready to fight
No chain no Thorne no desig

West Coast hip-hop, early 90s style, 90 BPM, raw street vibe, dark political tone, minimalistic boom bap drums, rap