The Mad Kings Parade
Leland Baker
Idee
rap song about a mad king. Protest song. Multiple vocalists, male and female.
Prompt
Rap, Hip-hop, Male aggressive beat at 84 BPM, layered vocals with call-and-response, distorted bass, sharp snare hits, protest-themed lyrics delivery, dynamic flow shifts
(Verse 1)
The ink isn’t dry on the peace treaty yet
Before you’re back on the t.v., back on the set
Yesterday’s hero is yesterday’s ghost
You’re hogging the news while they’re bombing the boats
"The war is a beauty," "The war is a lie"
You moved the horizon and sent soldiers to die
Forty-eight hour deadlines that never quite end
And we're counting the bodies of our dearest friends.
(Chorus)
You’re a king in a room made of bullet-proof glass
Watching the souls of the innocents pass
With a heart like a stone and a soul back as pitch
You bleed the the poor dry, and replenish the rich.
You beg for the help that you claim you don’t need
Sowing the chaos as you harvest the greed
The world is a stage for your egoistic tirade
In the hollowed-out heart of The Mad King's Parade.
(Verse 2)
"I’m testing the line," is the fallback you use
When the world finally sees that you’re destined to lose
A blockade for profit, a threat for a thrill
The blood of a culture to settle a bill
NATO, you're cowards, but please save our skin
The game is a circle, nobody can win
You’re holding the matches, you’re calling for rain
While we’re left to suffer the weight of the strain.
(Bridge)
"Maybe we take it, maybe we don’t"
"Maybe we'll nuke them, maybe we won't"
The truth is a vapor, the deal is a trap
You’re building a kingdom out of pure crap
But a house built on shit can’t weather the storm
That's coming your way when the shit gets warm.
(Chorus)
You’re a king in a room made of bullet-proof glass
Watching the souls of the innocents pass
With a heart like a stone and a soul black as pitch
Let the poor die, and reward the rich.
You beg for the help that you claim you don’t need
Sowing the chaos as you harvest the greed
The world is a stage for your egoistic tirade
In the hollowed-out heart of The Mad King's Parade.
(Outro)
The Hormuz Strait is open.
The Hormuz Strait is closed.
The mad king is naked.
The mad king is exposed.
The whole world is afraid
Of the Mad King's Parade.
(Repeat until fade)