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Samurai (Zero Tool) - Paper kings (Cyberpunk 2077)

They wear crowns bought with someone else’s credit. They call comfort a “struggle” and imitation “rebellion.” But the streets remember who really bled on concrete. Paper Kings is Samurai at their most vicious and unapologetic — a direct attack on privileged frauds who mistake money for meaning, gear for talent, and aesthetics for truth. This track spits on plastic rebellion, on sterile music made in velvet rooms, on performers who never had to scream to survive. It’s a song for those who earned every scar, every chord, every broken string with their own hands. Because real rock isn’t bought. Real rage isn’t inherited. And paper crowns burn fast. “You wear rebellion like a shiny ring — but you don’t know a damn thing.” Industrial grit, scraping feedback, heartbeat drums and vocals that sound like they were torn straight out of a starving night in Watson. This is not a song. This is a public execution of fake kings. [Verse 1] Born with crowns you never earned, Silver streets where your lessons burned. Daddy’s wallet paved your throne, Calling struggle what you’ve never known. You talk like pain is a trend to wear, Act like hardship is a new affair— But some of us bled on concrete floors, While you bought your way through every door. [Pre-Chorus] Every boast you make is paper-thin, A cardboard kingdom built on sin. You think you're carved from fire and steel— But you're just plastic trying to feel. [Chorus] Paper kings—your thrones collapse! Your gilded world is full of cracks. You claim you fought, you claim you bled— But you just fed on what your parents fed. Paper kings—your empire folds! You never carried your own load. You wear rebellion like a shiny ring— But you don't know a damn thing. [Verse 2] Calling yourselves musicians now? Buying crowds that nod and bow? Songs so sterile they barely breathe— Digital lullabies made to deceive. You never screamed for your own life, Never played 'til your hands were knives. Never felt the stage want blood— Never saw a riot break like flood. [Verse 2] You show your gear like it's your soul, Hiding empty space below. But real rock burns beneath the skin— Not in the toys your daddy brings. [Pre-Chorus] You call it talent, call it grind— But you just bought another mind. We carved our rage into the streets, While you sank into velvet seats. [Chorus] Paper kings—your thrones collapse! Your gilded world is full of cracks. You claim you fought, you claim you bled— But you just fed on what your parents fed. Paper kings—your empire folds! You never carried your own load. You wear rebellion like a shiny ring— But you don't know a damn thing. [Bridge] You think a leather jacket makes you real? You think a pricey guitar means you feel? Try screaming truth till your lungs ignite— Try bleeding chords through a starving night. You're not rebels. You're replicas. A shadow of a storm that never was. [Final Chorus] Paper kings—your time is done, We're setting fire to everyone. Your polished crowns and plastic sting— We tear apart your paper wings. Paper kings—your thrones collapse! The streets are rising, watch them snap. We are the voice you cannot kill— The burning truth you never will.