

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
3:46
No
4/18/2026