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Lyrics
[Verse]
Yap yap, they dissectin’ anatomy,
Critique sharp, but their soul's just a cavity.
Empty talk, no weight, all depravity,
They drag the kings, but where’s their majesty?
Flexin’ words, claimin’ they're queens of clarity,
But the mirror showin’ cracks in their parody.
Judgin’ men, but their vibes lack charity,
I see the irony—call it hilarity.
[Chorus]
Equal measures, weigh the scales, no monopoly,
Talkin’ down on man, but where’s the quality?
Preach equality, but live hypocrisy,
Balance the beam, or stay in mediocrity.
[Verse 2]
Throwin’ stones, but their houses made of straw,
Pointin’ fingers, blind to their own flaws.
Ain’t no crown on their head, just a mirage,
Claimin’ kingdoms, but the throne’s camouflage.
Judgin’ bodies, but the mind stay hollow,
Critique’s sharp, but no substance to swallow.
Stand on soapboxes, high and shallow,
While the truth cut deep, like Apollo.
[Bridge]
What’s the worth of a word when it ain’t got weight?
What’s the use of a throne when it’s fake gold plate?
Check the mirror, check the soul, set it straight,
Equality’s a two-way, not a one-side state.
Details
GeneratedNov 20, 2025
Duration1:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
punchy delivery, minimalist; male vocals with a sharp, rap, gritty, bass-heavy
Credits
Prompt by
BOOKWORMTURNEDRAPPER
BOOKWORMTURNEDRAPPERModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about equality and how bitches be talking shit about man’s anatomy but have no quality themselves rap song, rap, male
