SHOW TIME SAINTS

[Hook]

Post the black square, hit like for the gram (mmm)

Bio says "peace" but your actions say scam (preach)

Virtue on the timeline, real work gets the ban (that's right)

Everything for the show, that's the pseudo-holy clan (oh yes)

[Verse]

"Forgave us all," you posted, bold and bright

Same caption, different week — recycled peace, recycled light

MC DP keep it raw, no filter, no pretending

Your virtue signals red, but the hands stay clean

Rap Royalty of the Night, baby — I see through the screen

Sneaky, shifty, slippery — moves you keep repeating

You drop another heavy peace track while you slide blades in the back

Smile in the public chat, then stir the pot when nobody's tracking that

My brother thought y'all were close — turns out it was all deceit

I watched you play the healer while the damage stayed discreet

No kumbaya circle here, I don't join that scripted dance

I keep it raw in the booth, no filter, no second chance

[Hook]

Post the black square, hit like for the gram (mmm)

Bio says "peace" but your actions say scam (preach)

Virtue on the timeline, real work gets the ban (that's right)

Everything for the show, that's the pseudo-holy clan (oh yes)

[Verse]

You build these epic worlds on the surface, flames and redemption arcs

Behind the curtain it's calculated, every move rehearsed and planned

Preach unity, drop peace anthems like you really walk that path

Then quietly poison wells and disappear when the fallout hits fast

I'm the one calling out the pattern when the story starts to leak

You the one collecting likes while the real ones quietly bleed

Calculated, curated, rehearsed for the crowd

You battle in the shadows, then step out and take the bow

[Verse]

Said "I don't go along with what someone else wants"

Then showed up in their thread just to flex and to haunt

Never dropped your own event, never took the risk yourself

Just critique from the sideline while their work sits on the shelf

Someone else's spotlight makes you itch to interfere

Can't stand when the room ain't centered on you being here

"It's my music, my way" — fine, then stay in your lane

Instead you send the message just to boost your own name

[Bridge]

This ain't a sermon, it's observation from the throne

Masks drop when the numbers stop feeding the ego alone

I don't do the group hug show, that performative glow

I just call it exactly what it is and let the real ones know

[Verse]

So keep dropping your anthems, keep curating that saintly feed

I'll keep exposing the pattern every time the story repeats

From the public forgiveness flex to watching bridges burn

I clocked the whole performance — no encore, no return

[Spoken]

"This music was created by DiscoPrincess — Rap Royalty of the Night"