[Intro]
[A slow, deep woodwind or dark brass horn echoes across a massive, empty stone hall. The sound of heavy leather boots walking up marble steps echoes sharply. A low, menacing 808 sub-bass drone pulses every four counts.]
Yeah.
Look at the throne.
It was always mine.
Check the crown.
[Verse 1]
[Low-pitched, confident, slow-marching Trap delivery]
No more running from the wolves, I became the leader
Turned the doubters to believers, left 'em in the bleachers
They were talking out their neck, looking for a flaw
Now they quiet in the court, stepping to the law
Built the kingdom brick by brick, drew the finish line
Every second, every hour, everything is mine
I don't ask for recognition, I don't look for praise
Sitting at the top of the pyramid for days.
[Pre-Chorus]
[The marching footsteps accelerate into a sharp, metallic clicking. A massive mechanical riser hums upward like a charging engine.]
You wanted a Queen?
Look me in the eyes.
See the empire.
Watch the phoenix rise.
[Deep, monstrously distorted vocal sample:] TOTAL CONTROL)
BOW DOWN.
[Drop]
[Explodes into a minimalist but earth-shaking Leftfield Bass drop. A massive, gritty sub-bass line morphs and warps beneath sharp, clicking wooden percussion and eerie, metallic space echoes.]
[Space opens up, massive sub-bass hits]
Check the throne!
[Gutteral bass growl]
Yeah! We run the show!
Check the throne!
Heavy.
[Verse 2]
[Fast, whispering flow, glitching percussive clicks, rapid machine-gun hi-hat triplets]
Gold on the crest, yeah, we keeping it royal
Deep in the turf, yeah, we building the soil
No time for the fakes or the shadows that creep
I am awake while the rest are asleep
I set the rules, yeah, I make the decree
Nobody holding a candle to me
Yeah, I run the show, never slow, watch me go
HUSH.
[Pre-Chorus]
[Rising pitch-shifter snares, heavy industrial chains rattling and dragging across the floor]
You wanted a Queen?
Look me in the eyes.
See the empire.
Watch the phoenix rise.
[Deep, monstrously distorted vocal sample:] TOTAL CONTROL)
BOW DOWN.
[Drop]
[Maximum low-end volume, complex experimental bass modulations, aggressive percussive lasers]
Check the throne!
[Earth-shaking sub-bass distortion]
Yeah! We run the show!
Check the throne!
Heavy.
[Outro]
[The heavy bass suddenly cuts out, leaving only the dark brass horn from the intro echoing in the distance. The sound of a heavy crown being placed down clicks sharply. A bright, cinematic orchestral swell begins to rise from the dark atmosphere.]
The throne is checked.
The war is won.
[The dark atmosphere slowly brightens as the cinematic orchestral swell peaks]
MVSSY_LVND
