“Silent S (Useless Thomas)”
(Boom-bap beat with a touch of French—smooth accordion loops, deep bass, crisp hi-hats.)
(Verse 1)
“Euh… Bonjour, ça va ?”—Man, cut that act,
Thomas in the store, but the team got his back.
He don’t do nothin’, just talks real slick,
Only time he move? When he sippin’ your drink.
(Hook)
T-O-M-A (S is silence),
Boss on paper, but zero guidance.
Steals your cup, then plays all innocent,
But when it’s time to grind, he gone in an instant.
(Verse 2)
“Attends, attends… Je suis occupé.”
Nah, you busy doin’ nothin’ every day.
Clock in late, then he hide in the back,
Long-ass break, feet up, just relax.
Blames the team when the sales look bad,
But we the ones keepin’ the store on track.
Hands on the work? He ain’t ‘bout that,
Whole team fed up, that’s a cold, hard fact.
(Hook)
T-O-M-A (S is silence),
Never puts in work, just fake compliance.
Loud with the talk, moves like a ghost,
Leader in name, but he doin’ the most… of nothin’.
(Verse 3)
“C’est pas moi, c’est eux !”—Same old line,
Duckin’ from the grind, but still want shine.
Numbers go down? He just step aside,
Acting like a king, but he got no pride.
(Outro)
Thomas got a title, but he got no plan,
Silent ‘S’ ‘cause he don’t lend a hand.
We hold the store up, he draggin’ it down,
So when it all falls, he ain’t nowhere around.
