Crown Crushin’

[Verse 1: Johnny Panic]
I make boss battle music to battle your real boss
Pickpockets in a gated community, break laws
Make rent, I'm spilling out a void when i spit
I'm sinnin' like my soul is a so-so gift
I make fight themes for proletarians loading
Rack slides, shot, shot, cash register foley
Start a cuffed jeans rap squad like a bi black bloc
Click clack boom bap move to outrun cops
Here's the thing, none of y'all can tell me nothin'
I been living like a verified enemy of the public
This whole countrys fuckin racist, I see who supports it
Putting black speech under where the importance of sports is
It's the soundtrack to Dante's Descent
And you can catch Virgil with the fire when he spits
The bars got catharsis when you work shifts
Where the lands like a beach side mall, it's all stripped

[Post-Verse: Johnny Panic]
I'm sorta on some Sylvia Plath, or like
Like twenty raccoons in your trash or like
Like Gandalf guardin' a path
I eat all fried soybean curds and punch fash
I been crown crushin'

[Verse 2: Virgil Wolfe]

[Refrain: Virgil Wolfe]

[Verse 3: Johnny Panic]
You can't get high in public thinkin' that somebody knows
I'm prone to feel the same way but I'm not stoned
This world kind of freaks me out, I sorta think I've eaten acid
I see they missed what's basic, I think I'm probably passin'
This shit has gone sour, bet that I'm not fuckin' around
This doesn't add up, plus they're Midas minus the crown
I ain't the pride of my parents or employee of the month
I crush crowns, I leave 'em slumped and rush