ONE-MAN ARMY / PAPER THRONES

Yeah…

Whole room quiet when I talk,

’cause frauds know truth cut deepest.

I’m a one-man army, you a crowd of fuckin’ nobodies,

All mouth, no backbone, just noise and bad hobbies.

You wake up wearin’ that smirk like it’s armor or pride,

But it’s fear glued to your face, you just don’t know how to hide.

You puff your chest, talk heavy, but you hollow inside,

All bark, no bite, just a coward with a script and a lie.

You disappear when it’s pressure, when the real shit arrives,

Funny how “busy” you get when the work needs a spine.

You loud when it’s safe, real quiet when it’s time,

I carry the weight while you gossip and whine.

You swear you essential, but the math never adds,

You just dead weight draggin’ the room to the past.

Paper thrones, paper crowns, paper kings with no ground,

I’m standin’ alone while you crumble around.

Talk big, work small, that’s the code that you live,

I don’t need a crew — I’m the proof you ain’t shit.

Then there’s the supervisor archetype, playin’ favorites again,

Pickin’ sides, blinkin’ blind, pretendin’ bias ain’t sin.

You protect the loud failures ’cause they mirror your flaws,

While the real ones get buried under silence and laws.

You don’t lead, you dodge, you avoid every call,

You hide behind policy while the floor does it all.

You shake hands, fake laughs, act like you neutral and fair,

But your spine’s made of air and your word’s never there.

You reward incompetence, punish drive,

Then wonder why standards slowly fuckin’ die.

I move without backup, still carry the load,

While you sit on opinions you never outgrow.

Paper thrones, paper crowns, paper kings with no ground,

I’m standin’ alone while you crumble around.

Talk big, work small, that’s the code that you live,

I don’t need a crew — I’m the proof you ain’t shit.

Stick-thin ego with a mouth way too wide,

You talk like a legend but work like a ghost when it’s time.

If effort was volume, you’d be rich and revered,

But results don’t respect who just runs their damn beard.

You brag, you posture, you flex imaginary wins,

While I’m movin’ real weight and you stuck where you been.

You think noise equals power, think presence is fame,

But the room knows the truth — you just padding your name.

I don’t need approval, applause, or a clique,

I get shit done while you stuck talkin’ shit.

Every word out my mouth backed by labor and scars,

Every word out your mouth just excuses and yarn.

So keep your smirk, keep your bias, keep playin’ pretend,

History only remembers who carried it then.

I stand alone ’cause I earned every inch of my ground,

You fall together — ’cause none of you ever stood sound.

Black Lotus Viper.

One-man army.

Paper thrones burn easy