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[Intro]
Move the lamp.
Close the door.
[Verse 1]
I keep one key in the ashtray by the arm
One phone face-down, one eye on the hall
You brought noise to the block, now the whole room knows
I don't raise my voice; I just point where it goes
My boots by the heater, my coat on the chair
You can wait in the kitchen if you came unprepared
No velvet rope, just a line in the floor
Cross it once, and you won't cross it no more
I count every threat like loose change in a bowl
Then I lean back slow while I measure your soul
This room ain't a lounge, it's a courtroom at night
And the seat at the center decides who's right
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't touch the remote.
Don't move that lamp.
You should've learned by now
Who runs this camp.
[Chorus]
Pimp Chair!
Say it when you enter the room
Pimp Chair!
Built like a throne, sealed like a tomb
Pimp Chair!
Rivals talk big, then they disappear
Pimp Chair!
Everybody knows who's sitting here
[Verse 2]
I got the heat turned low and the curtains drawn tight
A cold plate on the table, no guests tonight
Your crew sent a message, I sent back one word:
“Leave.” Now hear how quiet the neighborhood heard
Recliner leaned back, footrest up like a gate
I don't chase bad news; I let bad news wait
Every spring in the cushion got a story to tell
Every mark on the wood came from somebody who fell
You want a seat? Earn one. You want respect? Bring proof.
Don't confuse my silence with a hole in the roof
I keep plans underneath where the upholstery bends
And I know which of your friends still pretends he's your friend
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't touch the remote.
Don't move that lamp.
You should've learned by now
Who runs this camp.
[Chorus]
Pimp Chair!
Say it when you enter the room
Pimp Chair!
Built like a throne, sealed like a tomb
Pimp Chair!
Rivals talk big, then they disappear
Pimp Chair!
Everybody knows who's sitting here
[Bridge]
No crown on the wall
No guards by the stairs
Still every fool outside
Knows better than to stare
The room stays still
The floor stays bare
You can keep your whole empire
I got the Pimp Chair
[Final Chorus]
Pimp Chair!
Say it when you enter the room
Pimp Chair!
Built like a throne, sealed like a tomb
Pimp Chair!
Rivals talk big, then they disappear
Pimp Chair!
Everybody knows who's sitting here
[Outro]
Cut the light.
Leave the chair.
Pimp Chair.
Details
GeneratedAug 28, 2026
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
Menacing 88 BPM gangsta rap with oversized sub-heavy 808s, sparse minor-key piano stabs, dry punchy kick and snare, tight ticking hi-hats with occasional triplet rolls, ominous low brass swells, and a gravel-voiced male MC delivered completely straight. Verses should feel cramped and threatening; pre-hook strips to bass and room tone; hook widens with layered gang vocals shouting the central phrase, then drops back into stark drums. Dark, disciplined mix with clipped vocal grit, controlled sub distortion, minimal melodic clutter, and a hard stop ending.
Credits
Prompt byVividGlider941
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Menacing 808-heavy gangsta rap, 88 BPM. Gravel-voiced MC threatens rivals over the remote, reveres his recliner like a throne. Played completely straight. Gang-vocal hook: “Pimp Chair.”
