(Intro – Megaphone over slow, heavy bass)
NO CROWNS.
NO KINGS.
NO MASTERS.
NO CHAINS.
(Crowd begins chanting)
NO KINGS! — NO MASTERS!
NO KINGS! — NO MASTERS!
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(Verse 1 – Half-rapped, band hitting a tight groove)
Dictators dressed in a suit and tie
Smile on the screen while the people die
Sign the laws, break the backs
Then hide the truth in redacted stacks
Bought and sold, every seat in the hall
One man’s power means freedom falls
We don’t kneel, we don’t kiss the ring
No throne, no master, no goddamn king
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(Pre-Chorus – Crowd call & response)
No crowns! (NO KINGS!)
No chains! (WE BRING!)
No boss! (NO SLAVE!)
One voice! (ONE WAVE!)
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(Chorus – Explosive, with crowd punching the air)
🔥 NO KINGS ALLOWED — tear the throne to the ground!
(Crowd: “Tear it down! Tear it down!”)
The people are the power, we don’t bow down!
(Crowd: “No more crowns! No more crowns!”)
🔥 NO KINGS ALLOWED — let the tyrants choke!
(Crowd: “Choke! Choke! Choke!”)
We’re the fire, we’re the fist, we’re the final stroke!
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(Verse 2 – Faster, aggressive)
President’s just a puppet for the machine
Blood on his hands, but he stays clean
Talks about freedom while walls go up
Drains our pockets for a royal cup
Same crown, different head, same lies
Every empire falls when the people rise
We don’t serve, we don’t obey
Your golden cage gets smashed today
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(Bridge – Spoken into screamed breakdown)
You can’t cage the voice of the street
You can’t erase the beat of the feet
You can’t crown yourself above the crowd
’Cause we’re here — AND WE’RE LOUD!
(Breakdown chant – crowd roaring)
NO BOSSES! — NO CHAINS!
NO THRONES! — NO NAMES!
NO BOSSES! — NO CHAINS!
NO THRONES! — NO NAMES!
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(Final Chorus – Band and crowd united)
🔥 NO KINGS ALLOWED — tear the throne to the ground!
(Crowd: “Tear it down! Tear it down!”)
The people are the power, we don’t bow down!
(Crowd: “No more crowns! No more crowns!”)
🔥 NO KINGS ALLOWED — let the tyrants choke!
(Crowd: “Choke! Choke! Choke!”)
We’re the fire, we’re the fist, we’re the final stroke!
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(Outro – Megaphone with feedback and marching drums)
This land.
This street.
This fight.
Belongs to the people — not the crown.
NO KINGS. NO MASTERS. NO GODS. ONLY US.
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