Paper Crown Static

Yeah.

Second Shift Samurai don’t whisper.

We cut.

I talk, you nod, eyes dead on the screen,

Say you “hear me” but you ain’t hear a fuckin’ thing.

Phone glued tight like it owe you rent,

While I’m speakin’ real issues, you half-ass pretend.

That fake ass “mm-hmm” make my blood boil quick,

Disrespect silent but it loud as shit.

I ain’t here to beg, I ain’t here to plead,

Do your fuckin’ job or get out my lane, please.

Phone in your hand, head in your ass,

Paper crown bitch, you movin’ too fast.

Say you “caught it” after shit went wrong,

That ain’t leadership — that’s luck and a con.

Wrong move made, then you spin that lie,

Pat yourself back like you saved the fuckin’ sky.

You CAUSED the mess, then claimed the save,

That ain’t control — that’s cowardly brave.

Selective ass hearing, pick who you hear,

Mute me quick like my voice disappear.

I bring fixes, plans, and logic clean,

You bring ego, delay, and bullshit schemes.

Phone in your hand, head in your ass,

Paper crown bitch, you movin’ too fast.

Say you “caught it” after shit went wrong,

That ain’t leadership — that’s luck and a con.

Don’t test my patience, it’s thin as thread,

I been holdin’ shit down while you play dead.

Second Shift Samurai don’t fuck around,

We fix your fuck-ups without makin’ a sound.

That quiet disrespect? Yeah I feel that shit,

That look-away glance when I talk legit.

I’m here for results, not your fuckin’ pride,

You dodge real work, then hide inside.

Clock don’t lie.

Paper tear.

Pressure hit — you disappear.

So hear this clear while I empty the clip,

Pink Slip Sniper got a venomous grip.

You wanted silence? I gave you bars,

Each word sharp, leavin’ permanent scars.

Second Shift Samurai etched in steel,

We don’t bow to bullshit, we function for real.

That crown? Fake. That power? Thin.

Respect ain’t free — and you ain’t got shit.

Paper crown cracked.

Static gone.

Samurai standin’.

You the fuckin’ pawn