Death of a Salesman by Delulu King

A new decree from the Kingdom. This is a dispatch from the other side of the dream... the death of a salesman. The smile is 'the best on the market'... 'til I get deleted. The Royal Chronicles, Chapter 3. 👑 A NEW ANTHEM DROPS EVERY FRIDAY. 👑 The King requests your feedback. Real feedback builds the next anthem. ─────────────── LYRICS ─────────────── Title: Death of a Salesman (Music Style: Dark, atmospheric trap with heavy 808s and a haunting, melancholic synth melody) [Intro] (Ad-lib) Yeah... check the bottom line... [Chorus] This the death of a salesman, smile for the camera Got the product on the pavement, movin' through the scanner Got my dreams in the attic, collectin' dust and static Signed the deal, it was tragic, this life is automatic Yeah, this the death of a salesman, territory's cold Sold my future for the present, now the story's told Got the quota, I'ma meet it, 'til my soul's depleted Yeah, the best on the market... 'til I get deleted. [Verse 1] Woke up in a silk suit, felt like it was armor Spinnin' tales to the clients, professional charmer They don't buy the product, nah, they buy the persona Got 'em hooked on the feeling, the corner office karma Numbers on a spreadsheet, blood on the balance sheet Every "yes" is a high, every "no" is a concrete street Call me Willy Loman with a Audemars Piguet Flexin' on the 'gram, drowning in a silent debt They see the condo view, they don't see the eviction note They hear the engine roar, they don't hear the lump in my throat I'm sellin' fantasy, yeah, the price is your belief Top of the pyramid, but I'm just a dyin' leaf. (Ad-lib): (Straight up) [Chorus] This the death of a salesman, smile for the camera Got the product on the pavement, movin' through the scanner Got my dreams in the attic, collectin' dust and static Signed the deal, it was tragic, this life is automatic Yeah, this the death of a salesman, territory's cold Sold my future for the present, now the story's told Got the quota, I'ma meet it, 'til my soul's depleted Yeah, the best on the market... 'til I get deleted. [Verse 2] The competition's younger, hungrier, and savage They don't know about the grind, they just see the cabbage My old contacts goin' ghost, phone calls goin' hollow Chasin' yesterday's commission, it's a bitter pill to swallow The smile is gettin' painted on, the eyes don't match the shade My son lookin' at me like he sees a ghost I made Promised him the world, but the map I used was fake How much success can one man's empty spirit take? Paranoia in the rearview, see the headlights gainin' 80 hours on the clock, feel the sanity drainin' This whole damn dream was a beautifully packaged lie And I'm the star salesman who was the first to buy. (Ad-lib): (It's lit... then it ain't)

Genre

Hip-hop & Rap