Con anthem

Lyrics

Yo, it’s King Con, the name that they fear,
The throne’s been mine for more than a year.
They’re gunning for me, but they’re out of their league,
I’m the pinnacle of rap, their envy’s fatigue.

Why they coming at the king when they can’t even climb?
I’m out here spitting riddles while they’re wasting their time.
They’re throwing stones at the throne, but my castle’s steel,
Every diss just a joke, I don’t feel what they feel.

They’re all filler, no thriller, just noise in the crowd,
I’m the architect of this, they’re just chasing the loud.
I’m the current and the currency, they overdraft bars,
While I stay light years ahead, they’re still wishing on stars.

Pen sharp as a guillotine, every cut precise,
Double meanings in my lines, better read it twice.
I’m the apex predator, no prey in my zone,
They hate from the ground, I’m carved in stone.

Why you coming for the crown if you can’t take the weight?
Every move you make only seals your fate.
I’m the one they all envy, the one they discuss,
But you’ll never be the king—there’s only one of us.

I’m what the game’s been needing, y’all just noise pollution,
I’m a renaissance in rap, the solution to dilution.
Every verse is a weapon, I’m a master of war,
They’re building ladders to heaven, but I’m locking the door.

I see ‘em scheming in the shadows, trying to copy the style,
But a blueprint ain’t the building—it’s the work that’s wild.
My flow’s a Rubik’s Cube, they can’t figure it out,
Every bar’s a new dimension, leave ‘em drowning in doubt.

While they’re streaming for pennies, I’m investing in gold,
Every rhyme’s a treasure chest, every story retold.
I don’t need the validation, I’m above their talk,
I’m the shepherd in the field, they’re just following the flock.

Why you coming for the crown if you can’t take the weight?
Every move you make only seals your fate.
I’m the one they all envy, the one they discuss,
But you’ll never be the king—there’s only one of us.

The game’s a chessboard, I’m ten moves ahead,
They’re pawns in my kingdom, playing games with the dead.
I’m the verse and the chorus, the beat and the break,
While they’re begging for a meal, I’m the one who bakes.

Every track is a sermon, I’m preaching the truth,
They’re lost in their gimmicks while I’m living the proof.
They’ll try to rewrite me, but my story’s divine,
You can mimic the flow, but you can’t touch the mind.

So tell me, industry, why you aiming for me?
When you know I’m the fire, and you’re lost at sea.
You can climb all you want, but you’ll never get through,
The throne’s got one king—and it’s always been Con, too true.