Crown & Claws

(A sparkling electronic riser explodes into a hyper-crisp, fast Trap hi-hat roll. A heavy 808 bassline slides smoothly under a bouncy, mischievous synth melody.)

(Missy Land, Female vocalists - laughing with total confidence, talking trash right into the mic)

Oh, you thought I was gonna stay down in the dirt? (You wish!)

Honey, I don't get hurt... I just get a whole lot better.

Fix the hair, put the crown back on... (back on...)

Let's go.

(Missy Land, female vocalist)

(The fast Trap drums drop into a heavy half-time bounce. The vocal delivery is cocky, rhythmic, and incredibly sharp.)

I spent way too many months playing small just to make you feel tall,

Now I’m standing at my full height and I’m literally watching you fall. (Watching you drop)

You tried to trap a Vixen in a cage made of lazy text delays,

But I just broke the locks and turned your whole existence into a phase. (Just a phase!)

I’m back in my element, skin glowing, checks bouncing, feeling fine,

While you’re probably still staring at your screen, running out of time. (Tick tock!)

I used to think you were a king, but you were just a court jester in disguise,

And I’m officially too expensive for your cheap, calculated lies. (Too expensive!)

I’ve got royalty in my blood and some razor-sharp claws in my hands,

Welcome to the empire... you’re looking at Missy Land! (That's right!)

(The music starts to build rapidly. Bright, colorful "Color Bass" synths start to chime and growl, creating a massive wave of high-energy hype.)

(Missy Land, Female vocalist)

They see the crown on my head before I even walk into the room, (Before I walk in)

But if you try to take a piece of it, you’re looking at your doom. (At your doom...)

I am fiercely protected, I am completely out of your reach,

And I’m about to practice exactly what I preach. (Talk to 'em!)

The Vixen is fully awake...And she’s got a throne to take! (Let's get it!)

Get ready...Three, two, one— (Light 'em up!)

(Bouncy Color Bass & Hype Trap)

(Crowd Chant synced to the bounce:) Jump! Jump! Turn it up! Work!

(Male Rapper Feature)

(The beat drops back into the fast Trap rhythm, but a moody electric guitar layers in underneath, shifting the tone to match his regretful, frantic delivery.)

(Male Rapper): Yo... I completely messed up, I see it clear in the rearview mirror now. (My fault)

Thought I was playing it cool, keeping you waiting, trying to figure out

How to keep the upper hand, but I was just being a fool on my own line.

Now I'm sitting in the back of the club watching you absolutely shine. (Look at her)

I starved you of attention, gave you scraps when you deserved the world,

And now I gotta watch another stadium fall in love with my girl—Well, not my girl anymore, I know I completely forfeited the lease. (Forfeited)

I thought you were a kitten, I didn't know I was waking up a beast.

Now your phone is dry to me, blocked on every single page,

I had a front-row ticket to a queen, now I’m just a fan outside the stage. (Missed my shot)

Yeah, I missed my shot, and it's driving me crazy in the dark...You took the crown with you and left me with the bite mark. (Ouch!)

(The drums and heavy bass cut out completely. It’s just a fast, driving, rhythmic handclap and a bright, shiny synth chord looping. Your vocal is dry, punchy, and conversational.)

(Missy Land, female vocalist): Let’s play a quick game of math since you love calculation. (Let's count it)

You thought you could subtract my confidence and divide my attention.

But all you did was multiply my worth.

And add a whole lot of fire to my earth. (To my earth...)

I am a queen. With claws.

And I don't give a damn about your applause. (Not anymore)

Bring the beat back...And make it bounce!

(The Trap hats and snares start rolling at an impossible speed. A massive, neon-colored laser synth riser lifts the energy through the roof.)

(Missy Land, female vocalist)

The claws are out.

The crown is polished.

Your little ego is about to be completely demolished! (Destroyed!)

Open up the floor! (Let’s go!)

Three, two, one—Main Festival Drop (Aggressive Color Bass)

(Hype ad-libs over the drop:) Bounce! Bounce! Shake the room! Put your crowns up!

(The heavy drums stop on a massive sub-bass thud. The bright, sparkling synth chords loop softly, accompanied by the distinct sound of a tiger or wild feline purring, transitioning into a confident laugh.)

(Missy Land, female vocalist)

Crown on my head.

Claws out.

(Missy Land laughing)

Yeah. Don't forget it.

(The bright synths echo out into a massive, booming sub-bass thud, fading.)