Crooked Coven Committee

[Intro]
[thunder cracks, distant chanting]
(male) Step into the chamber
(female) Step into the circle
Both of us twisted
Let’s see who’s more hurtful
[Verse 1 – Politicians (male)]
I’m the king of the loophole, lord of the gray area
Smile for the cameras, handshakes in the cafeteria
Kiss the baby, spin the bill, bury it in jargon
Lobby in my ear like, “Sign it,” and I bargain
Red tie, blue suit, same script, new spin
I can sell a halo made of rusted tin
I redraw lines like a drunk cartographer
Turn a saint to a sinner with a single photographer
I filibuster justice till the crowd forgets the plot
Pass a law at 3 a.m., watch it tie you in a knot
I don’t need a cauldron, I cook polls and projections
Turn lies into headlines, that’s power, that’s election
[Chorus]
Who’s the most crooked in this crooked hall?
Is it papers, pens, or the old brick wall?
Candles or cameras, which curse cuts deeper?
Who games the game, who guards the keeper?
Who’s the most crooked? Say it on three
You point at them
They point at thee
[Verse 2 – Witches (female)]
Oh, you brag about spin, that’s cute, that’s quaint (hah)
I write hexes in the dust where your slogans flake like paint
I braid secrets in my hair, every strand a confession
You weaponize belief, I weaponize obsession
My sisters in the shadows, chanting under new moons
We don’t need a focus group to forecast your doom
You twist the rules of men, we twist the rules of fate
You gerrymander districts, I redraw your final date
You swear on holy books, we swear on older bones
You hide your bribes in briefcases, ours are buried under stones
You buy a judge, I bind a judge, one whisper, trial’s postponed
Your “justice” signs in ink
Mine carves names in stone
[Chorus]
Who’s the most crooked in this crooked hall?
Is it papers, pens, or the old brick wall?
Candles or cameras, which curse cuts deeper?
Who games the game, who guards the keeper?
Who’s the most crooked? Say it on three
You point at them
They point at thee
[Bridge – Call & Response]
(male) I rig the votes
(female) I rig the veins
(male) I build the roads
(female) I break the chains
(male) I own the banks
(female) I tax your pride
(male) I fake the thanks
(female) I flip the tide
(male) I tilt the scales in marble halls
(female) I tilt the stars when midnight calls
(male) I curse in code on the house floor
(female) I curse in tongues through an oaken door
[Verse 3 – Both, trading bars]
(male) You hide in woods, we hide in plain view
(female) You burn us first, then copy what we do
(male) I sign the orders, armies march for miles
(female) I turn your shiny medals into rusted guilty piles
(male) I can wreck a nation with a careless phrase
(female) I can freeze that phrase midair for days
(male) I sell your fear back to you at a premium
(female) I stir your fear till it flowers like a delirium
(male) You think you’re worse? Please, check the ledger
(female) The ledger screams your name in dripping letters
(male) Crooked? I’m the curve in the country’s spine
(female) Crooked? I’m the knot in your family line
[Chorus]
Who’s the most crooked in this crooked hall?
Is it papers, pens, or the old brick wall?
Candles or cameras, which curse cuts deeper?
Who games the game, who guards the keeper?
Who’s the most crooked? Say it on three
You point at them
They point at thee
[Outro]
[low choir swells]
(male) Maybe we’re mirrors
(female) Maybe you’re kin

rap, Cinematic boom-bap with orchestral stabs and sub-heavy drums; male and female vocals in call-and-response. Verses ride a dramatic, halftime swagger, strings and choirs ramping tension. Chorus explodes with layered chants, brass hits, and rising synths, then drops to sparse low piano under battle verses for maximum contrast., female vocals, male vocals