TITLE: KING OF THE STATIC
[Hook – Cold Verse]
I’m the king of the static, ruler of the dead air,
Room go quiet when I speak, that’s a red flare.
You can talk all you want ‘til the noise go tragic,
Then it’s just me and your fear in the static.
[Verse 1 – Cold Verse]
I don’t need loud crowds to confirm my name,
I watch what you do when the beat lose flame.
When the convo die out and the jokes run thin,
That’s when all of your masks stop stickin’ to skin.
I live in that pause where your chest feel tight,
Where you think ‘bout every lie that you told last night.
I’m the thought you avoid when the music off,
The echo in the room when the laughs fall soft.
You the life of the party when the bassline hit,
But your soul leave the scene when the aux get quit.
I’m the hum in the walls that you can’t tune out,
The line in your past you don’t speak about.
So keep actin’ composed ‘til the volume fall,
Then it’s me, no beat, just your sins on call.
If silence a throne, I sit there ecstatic,
Cold Verse, no crown—just king of the static.
[Hook – Cold Verse]
I’m the king of the static, ruler of the dead air,
Room go quiet when I speak, that’s a red flare.
You can talk all you want ‘til the noise go tragic,
Then it’s just me and your fear in the static.
[Verse 2 – Cold Verse]
I don’t chase attention, I study the flinch,
Who shift in they seat when the truth come inch.
Who look at they phone, who stare at they drink,
Who laugh too hard so they don’t gotta think.
That’s data, that’s tells, that’s a whole profile,
I can read your regrets from a half-fake smile.
You throw shade on the net, but in person you fold,
All them caps-lock threats melt quick in the cold.
I came up learnin’ how to hear what ain’t said,
Every “I’m good, bro” still sound half-dead.
So I rap for that silence you scared to face,
Turn the void in your chest to a kick and a bass.
You can keep your facade, your curated feed,
I can hear the white noise under your need.
If the game got a throne for the ones that don’t panic,
Let my name sit carved:
K I N G O F S T A T I C.
[Hook – Cold Verse]
I’m the king of the static, ruler of the dead air,
Room go quiet when I speak, that’s a red flare.
You can talk all you want ‘til the noise go tragic,
Then it’s just me and your fear in the static.
[Verse 3 – Cold Verse]
When the crowd go home and the lights cut low,
When the stage get swept and the text threads slow,
I’m still there, same tone, no costume change,
Same heart, same thoughts, just a wider range.
I learned not to fear when the party shut down,
‘Cause the quiet is where I first earned this crown.
Where I sat with my damage ‘til it stopped sayin’ “quit,”
And started sayin’ “live, even if it don’t fit.”
So yeah, let ‘em perform ‘til the beat turn dust,
I’ll be here in the stillness rebuildin’ trust.
Fire & Frost in my chest, but the core stay calm,
King of the static…
no crowd,
still bomb.
[Outro – Spoken]
Cold Verse… Fire or Frost?
King of Static. Live or die in the quiet.
ColdVerse
