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Colossus

[Intro]
Yeah…
You ever meet somebody so shiny, so polished…
But every time you tap that surface, it’s hollow as hell?
Mm.
Plastic queen vibes… let’s talk.

[Verse 1]
She pull up lookin’ flawless, drippin’ glitter off her skin,
But you touch it, it’s that silicone sheen, nothin’ real within.
All filters, all angles, all makeup, all scene,
Screamin’ royalty online but livin’ life like a meme.
She say she’s “rare”, she say she’s “goals”, she say she’s “better than your ex”,
But the moment you get closer, you see cracks beneath the flex.
Every crown she ever claimed was made of plastic dollar-store,
Actin’ bougie on the surface, but inside she’s insecure.
Tryna walk like she’s the moment, tryna talk like she’s the throne,
But every vibe she ever sold was somethin’ someone else had owned.
She copy energy, she copy dreams, she copy every trending thing,
But she can’t copy bein’ real, that’s the one she couldn’t bring.

[Chorus]
Damn, bitch is a plastic queen,
Shiny on the outside, empty in between.
Tryna act iconic but she stuck in the routine,
All that fake-ass royalty ain't what it seems.
Damn, bitch is a plastic queen,
Everything recyclable, nothin’ truly clean.
She built her whole kingdom on a temporary sheen,
And wonders why her throne ain’t never feel serene.

[Verse 2]
She talk about her “value”, but can’t face her own reflection,
So she edits every picture like she edit each confession.
She love attention more than healing, love the drama more than peace,
Love the chaos she created, then she blame it when she leaves.
She say men ain’t worth her time, but she measure hers by likes,
Livin’ in a highlight reel that only shows her Friday nights.
She ain’t real, she ain’t grounded, she’s a concept, she’s a brand,
More focused on appearances than holdin’ someone’s hand.
And me? I tried to see the woman buried underneath,
Tried to love what wasn’t perfect, tried to offer her release.
But you can’t save what ain’t present, can’t hold on to empty space,
Can’t build trust with someone scared of showin’ their own face.

[Chorus]
Damn, bitch is a plastic queen,
Shiny on the outside, empty in between.
Tryna act iconic but she stuck in the routine,
All that fake-ass royalty ain't what it seems.
Damn, bitch is a plastic queen,
Everything recyclable, nothin’ truly clean.
She built her whole kingdom on a temporary sheen,
And wonders why her throne ain’t never feel serene.

[Bridge]
I ain’t bitter, I ain’t petty,  I just finally see the truth,
A queen without her soul ain’t a queen, just somethin’ new to use.
You wrapped your heart in plastic, now you think you don’t feel pain,
But numbness ain’t protection, it’s just self-inflicted chains.

[Verse 3]
So go ahead, collect attention, go ahead and chase the spark,
But don’t pretend you royalty when you afraid of bein’ marked.
Real crowns come from battles, real strength comes from storms,
Not from tryna stay perfect or avoid your human form.
You ain’t evil, you ain’t broken, you just scared to be undone,
Scared to be without that image you’ve been hidin’ behind for fun.
But until you drop that armor, until you step into the scene
As yourself and not the copy, you’ll remain that plastic queen.

[Outro]
Yeah…
Fake throne, fake crown, fake reign…
But underneath all that plastic?
There’s someone real, if she ever chooses to show her face.
But that’s on her.
I’m gone.

Damn Bitch is a Plastic Queen

KELLEN DE VOS - GRAND SLAM

[Verse]

Concrete jungle, my sneakers kiss the pavement,

Dreams held hostage, every block’s an engagement.

Ciphers on corners where the truth’s debated,

Sharp tongue slicing, my pen serrated.



Smoke clouds rise, halos for the hustlers,

Chalk outlines drawn, nightmares for mothers.

Fist full of quarters, arcade of survival,

The game ain't fair, but I'm my own rival.



[Chorus]

Rapid stomp, boom-bap attack,

Echoes in the alleys, ain’t no turning back.

Fists in the air, where the speakers crack,

We the thunder, we the storm, under streetlamp tracks.



[Verse 2]

Hand-me-down dreams, stitched in my fabric,

Wounds on my soul, but my flow stay elastic.

Flipping through the static, antenna for the masses,

Climbing through the chaos, no safety, no harness.



Corners hold secrets, shadows whisper sins,

Every verse a weapon, let the battle begin.

Crates full of vinyl, the past on rotation,

My voice the future, raw innovation.



[Bridge]

Boom-clap heartbeat, city’s pulse in my veins,

Rain-washed gutters, I’m unchained remains.

From the cracks in the concrete, roses still bloom,

Stomping through the silence, my cadence fills the room.

Rapid Boom-Bap Stomp

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