The Crown and the Clown
K.L.A.R.

Verse 1:
Yo, you thought you could step, but I'm the king in the ring,
Drizzy, you ain't tough, just a puppet on a string.
Sippin’ on that Views, but you never see the view,
I'm the real deal, you a product that's brand new.

Started from the bottom, they say that I’m the throne,
But I’m spitting bars like I’m pulling out your bones,
Takin’ shots like vodka, but I’m straight-edge raw,
You know I’m switching lanes, while you rapping 'bout a flaw.

Got your 'Take Care', but your heart’s on the floor,
Views ain't higher, boy, I’m knocking down the door.
I’m the bucket, you the mop, just clean up in my wake,
We know you sweet like candy, but I’m here to bake the cake.

Got my eyes on the prize, see me reaching for the stars,
While you’re busy on the phone, texting 20 different bars.
Hold it steady, you ain’t ready for this lyrical flame,
Catch me in the cypher, spitting fire at your name.

You’re just a ghost in the shell, while I’m grounded like a tree,
Plant the roots in this game, and dig deep, you’ll see me.
No charts can define, where the realness can climb,
Your Canadian flow, boy, it’s getting outshined.

Hook:
So bring your best shot, but you’ll need a whole team,
When I diss, no cap, every line’s a death scheme.
No emojis in my lexicon, just venom in the vein,
K.L.A.R. on the rise, puttin’ Drake to shame.

Verse 2:
I ain't playin’ fair, I’m the Freddy to your Jason,
While you’re busy chasing fame, I’m the real innovation.
Rap needs salvation, like it’s lost in the haze,
You’re too busy in the filters, trapped in your phase.

Call me King Kloud, I’m the one with the reign,
Advertising your life like a commercialized pain.
Got the fam on my side, loyalty in my blood,
While you’re battling your thoughts, I'm creating this flood.

Makin’ history, I’m a page out the book,
Watch your back, boy, don’t get too shook.
You be in the limelight, but I’m bringing the dusk,
With a pen as my sword, in the rap world, I trust.

It's a mic fight, and you know I got the ammo,
Put a quote on your forehead, call it a tattoo cameo.
You're sad Drake, just a soft-hearted celeb,
I’m the beast unleashed, welcome to my web.

You can’t call yourself a boss if you don’t own your flaws,
Your lines are straight pop, while I’m raw with no pause.
With my wits and my fists, I’ll dismantle your facade,
In this lyrical arena, I’ll leave you thoroughly flawed.

Hook:
So bring your best shot, but you’ll need a whole team,
When I diss, no cap, every line’s a death scheme.
No emojis in my lexicon, just venom in the vein,
K.L.A.R. on the rise, puttin’ Drake to shame.

Verse 3:
You’re like a meme gone wrong—just a joke without a punch,
Flipping scripts like a b-tch, while I’m packing up the lunch.
How's it feel to be a ghostwriter's ghost in your own song?
I’m the cookbook chef; you’re just the chef who got it wrong.

Catch feelings, I’m catching bodies with these clever disses,
While you're crying for a comeback like a kid who’s missing Christmas.
Hop in my whip, we’re cruising through the downfall,
While you’re stuck in your feelings, I’m making money call.

Your bars are unique like a white crayon’s shade,
I’m painting masterpieces while your credibility fades.
You’re a shout-out short of a viral TikTok clip,
I'm the storm in the club; you’re just a midweek sip.

Drake, your career's like a Netflix show, a binger turned bland,
I’m first class on the route while you’re stuck in the stand.
Gotta love a dude who can’t find his own vibe,
I’m the storyline twist, you’re the ad-libbed jive.

So step back, lil’ bud, let the pen take flight,
I’m the conclusion to your verse, and it ain't looking bright.
Call me but don’t call, you’re leaving virtual scars,
I’m the galaxy's best while you’re just a couple of stars.

Hook:
So bring your best shot, but you’ll need a whole team,
When I diss, no cap, every line’s a death scheme.
No emojis in my lexicon, just venom in the vein,
K.L.A.R. on the rise, puttin’ Drake to shame.