Kill the Wroster - The Chapless Music

Kill the Wroster by The Chapless Music :

(Intro)
(Sound of a heavy metal shutter slamming down. Silence.)
(Slow, heavy breathing.)
(A match is struck. Fsshht.)
Voice (Deep, raspy):
They wanted a worker...
They got a war.
(Beat drops: HEAVY 808s and distorted sirens)
(Verse 1 - The Grime)
Look at the mud on the shoes, yeah that’s where I stayed at
Scraps off the table, the games that they played at
Called me a "Wroster"—a glitch in the system
I was screaming in the dark, but nobody listened.
I was the NPC, background noise, static
But I kept the rage locked up in the attic
Chewing on rejection, swallowing the dirt
Turned every single "no" into fuel for the hurt.
They laughed at the name, said "You ain't got the face"
So I burned down the track and I bought the whole race.
(Pre-Chorus)
(Music cuts. Just a rhythmic clapping sounds like gunshots.)
Click. Clack.
Who’s laughing now?
Click. Clack.
Take a look at the brow.
Sweat’s gone. Blood’s dry.
Look me in the eye.
(Chorus)
(Explosive energy - Bass boosted max)
WROSTER IS DEAD! Put him in the ground!
There’s a new heavy king coming for the crown!
From the bottom of the pit to the top of the car
Flip the switch, lights on—I’M THE SHOWSTAR!
(Chant)
SHOW! STAR! (Get back!)
SHOW! STAR! (Fade black!)
I don’t wait for the invite, I kick in the door
The Wroster is gone, I don’t exist no more!
(Verse 2 - The Flex)
(Fast flow - "Hanumankind" style rolling delivery)
Now the cameras flashing, blinding my vision
But I move with the tactical, sniper precision
Used to beg for a feature, now I’m blocking the calls
My face on the billboard, my name on the walls.
VIP section? Nah, I own the venue
I’m the main course, you ain't even on the menu
Gold chains heavy but the ego is heavier
Flow like a God, yeah, the Savior, the Messiah.
Walk in the room, temperature drops degrees
From "Who are you?" to everybody on their knees.
(Bridge)
(Slowed down, cinematic, "Mass" movie slow-motion walk)
Heavy distorted synth plays a menacing melody.
I remember the rust.
I remember the dust.
But diamonds only form when the pressure is crushed.
(Whisper)
Watch me shine.
(Chorus)
WROSTER IS DEAD! Put him in the ground!
There’s a new heavy king coming for the crown!
From the bottom of the pit to the top of the car
Flip the switch, lights on—I’M THE SHOWSTAR!
(Guitar riff screams)
(Outro)
(Beat starts to chop and screw/slow down)
Don't call me Wroster.
That man didn't make it.
This is the ShowStar era.
(Sound of a camera shutter: Click)
(Silence)

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