Two Thrones, One Mic

Lyrics

Intro
low choir, distant gun-cock FX
Yeah
Two thrones
One mic
Step the fuck up then

Verse 1 – MC A
You look pressed, lil boy, need a motherfuckin’ reset
Whole style bargain bin, clearance rack rejects
Say you got smoke? I’m the whole ass preset
Turn your “career” to a meme in a split sec

You ain’t built for this
I’m a glitch in the script, you a typo, bitch
Talk big online, get quiet in person
All caps tweets, but your real life cursive

I’m the big bad bastard, back of the blacked-out van
You the type take selfies throwin’ signs for the ‘Gram
I don’t chase clout, clout chase me, that’s facts
You chase any trend with a TikTok dance

Look at your fits, bro, soft like your adlibs
Hand me your spine, I’ll add it to my tracklist
You ain’t competition, you content fodder
I eat rappers up, rinse with holy water (uh)

You talk like a king, that’s cute, lil’ poser
Your crown made of plastic, mine heavy on shoulders
I don’t just rap, I rewrite quotas
I’m the quiet storm that folds up promoters

Chorus – MC A (gang vocals)
Two thrones, one mic, who the fuck want war?
Got you lookin’ at the ground when you step on this floor
Whole room go black when I walk through the door
You bark, I roar
You bark, I roar

Two thrones, one mic, better pray, better run
You a flicker in the dark, I’m a goddamn sun
When I swing, shit done, when I spit, shit spun
I’m the one, I’m the—
(yeah, I’m the fuckin’ one)

Verse 2 – MC B
Hold up, shut the fuck up, you theatrical clown
You the sun? Then I’m that eclipse shut you down
You a storm? Then I’m floodin’ your town
And your whole weak catalogue gettin’ buried in sound

You call me a meme? I’m a viral disease
You the cringe ass caption that nobody reads
You the “skip” in the playlist, I’m the shit on repeat
They play me in the whip, they play you when they sleep

You brag ‘bout your spine? Bitch, I snapped that quick
You baptize with bars? I drag gods from the crypt
You “rewrite quotas”? I rewrite codes
Turn your fanbase into mine when I steal your show

You preach like a prophet, I’m here like “stop it”
Your deep quotes stolen from some bathroom topic
I don’t see a king, I see cosplay armor
Got you shakin’ every time I raise my tone a lil’ harsher

You roar? I laugh, that’s a housecat yelp
I got legends in my phone that say “kid, you next”
You got bots in your comments, tryna hype your flex
I got real ones in the pit tryna snap your neck (hey!)

Chorus – MC B (gang vocals)
Two thrones, one mic, who the fuck want smoke?
I turn legends into hashtags, careers into jokes
You talk big, go broke, I talk slick, get quotes
I’m the goat, I’m the—
(yeah, bitch, take notes)

Two thrones, one mic, I’m the blade, you the rust
I don’t argue in the club, I just step, crowd hush
When I swing, shit crushed, every line? Straight cut
You get crushed, you get—
(turned into dust)

Bridge – Back-and-forth
beat drops to sparse 808 + ticking hat
MC A: You ain’t built like this
MC B: You ain’t sick like this
MC A: Every bar hit bricks
MC B: Every stream, my chips

MC A: Name one time you ever carried a stage
MC B: Name one track that ain’t carried by rage
MC A: I’m the calm, I’m the cold, I’m the blade in the fade
MC B: I’m the bomb in