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Yeah… Goldmine Town… huh
Phonk it up
They said the boy’s a king… nah
Step into the town, yeah, the goldmine gleam
Plastic Yank vibe, livin’ out a fake dream
Collar popped high, but the soul is low
Borrowed the swagger from a 90s Chicago show
Same four chords, just a different name
Stitchin’ up a patchwork, chasin’ fortune and fame
Call it fusion, call it art, nah, it’s just a game
Spit the same old verse, tryna play the maestro’s part
He’s a counterfeit king in a goldmine town
Whisperin’ “oriental” while he wears the western crown
Bite Jackson’s groove, put a sad boy spin
That’s the formula, man, where the soul has been?
“Genius” sign hangin’, but the well ran dry
Just a karaoke act with a polished alibi
Skeleton key to some old blues track
Got the nerve to call it “comeback”
Talkin’ ‘bout a town, allegory thin as rice paper
Mask off, faux-patriot, money-grabber, yes, sir
“Timeless” my ass, it’s a timestamped lie
A museum of clichés for the gullible eye
Melody’s a rental, never bought the deed
Looped up, chopped up, plantin’ a different seed?
Nah, just a sample of a sample, bleedin’ the genre
Actin’ like a pharaoh with a borrowed persona
Where the vision? Gone with the vintage vinyl
Sellin’ nostalgia to the digital disciple
You a sculptor? Nah, just a copier machine
Spray-paintin’ “culture” on a tired, old scene
Fountain’s dry, but the merch truck rolls
Spirit tapped out, just a shell of the goals
He’s a counterfeit king in a goldmine town
Whisperin’ “oriental” while he wears the western crown
Bite Jackson’s groove, put a sad boy spin
That’s the formula, man, where the soul has been?
“Genius” sign hangin’, but the well ran dry
Just a karaoke act with a polished alibi
Skeleton key to some old blues track
Got the nerve to call it “comeback”
Goldmine… empty…
Template… plenty…
Yeah… cough up the ghost…
Phonk… out.