It’s Vader [Verse 1] I learned to read between the lines, the truth was in the spacing Everybody got a price, I just got tired of negotiations You can tell who’s really solid by the weight of what they’re facing Some get quiet under pressure, some get loud to compensate it Every bar got two doors, one’s the truth, the other’s expensive I can make a point without announcing my intentions You can win an argument and still lose your own position If the facts don’t need a lawyer, why you changing your description? Seen loyalty get leased out, contracts never mentioned A handshake turn to leverage when the money gets contentious Everybody loves the truth until it threatens their connections Then the same ones asking questions start objecting to the message I don’t need to be the loudest, I can make a point in whispers Put a mirror in a liar’s hand, watch him study who’s reflected You can polish up the image, put some gold around the blemishes But a fresh coat never changed what was rotting underneath it [Hook — Fully Rapped] Unprovoked, that’s what they call it when the history goes missing Only showing you the ending, never showing you the friction I don’t owe an explanation to somebody who ain’t listening Let ’em run with their assumptions, I got better things to give ’em Unprovoked, I don’t react just ‘cause somebody wants a show I know when to let it breathe, I know when it’s time to go Everybody wants the truth till the truth gets too specific Then it’s funny how the facts become a matter of opinion [Verse 2] I put pressure on a phrase till the meaning starts to double Make a simple line look harmless, let it hit you when you puzzle Got a pocket full of metaphors, each one got another Like a family full of secrets, every truth exposes others I know people sell a lie and buy it back wholesale Make a bad decision sound like everybody else had failed They got loopholes for their morals, got a lawyer for their pride If accountability’s the question, suddenly the room goes quiet I don’t envy what you got, I just notice what it cost you Every favor has a shadow, every shortcut has a toll booth You can make a hundred connections, still have nobody to call When they know your worth on paper but don’t care about you at all Keep the circle small enough to see the seams when it stretches Too many hands around the table, too much counting who’s invested I’ve watched friendships turn transactional over crumbs and small concessions Now they call it growing distant; I call it learning the lesson My delivery stays level while the pen gets more aggressive Hide a whole indictment in a line that sounds objective You hear confidence, I hear years it took to get it You hear silence, I hear someone who ain’t asking for permission Some people burn the bridge, then get offended by the smoke Some will hand you all the matches, swear they never watched it go [Hook — Fully Rapped] Unprovoked, that’s what they call it when the history goes missing Only showing you the ending, never showing you the friction I don’t owe an explanation to somebody who ain’t listening Let ’em run with their assumptions, I got better things to give ’em Unprovoked, I don’t react just ‘cause somebody wants a show I know when to let it breathe, I know when it’s time to go Everybody wants the truth till the truth gets too specific Then it’s funny how the facts become a matter of opinion [Verse 3] The image is a rental, all that shine is temporary You can lease a little relevance, but substance costs you extra They confuse an invitation with a permanent credential Then get bitter when the room reminds them access is conditional I’ve seen confidence get labeled arrogance by critics Who need everybody smaller just to feel a little bigger They dissect a single sentence, take a fragment, twist the picture Then act shocked when you refuse to help them frame the bigger image I don’t wrestle with perception, that’s a fight without a finish You can tell the cleanest story, somebody’s still gonna spin it If your truth requires a crowd, there’s a weakness in the premise I can stand alone with facts and let the room decide to miss it There’s a difference between patience and just waiting to be chosen Between keeping your composure and being scared to leave a moment Between knowing when you’re right and needing everybody to know it Between having something worth saying and just needing to be quoted They can judge the whole performance, never saw behind the table Never saw the quiet work, the doubt, the nights you had to face it Now they see the finished product, wanna act like they helped create it Funny how they claim a piece once there’s a profit they can take from it So call it cold, call it pride, call it whatever fits your thesis I got tired of giving context to people set on misreading No revenge in my intentions, no performance in my distance I just stopped confusing access with a right to my existence [Outro] Unprovoked.
