[Intro] KB. Street With Class. R.C.W. Productions. You call it networking. I call it begging. Keep it legit. Or don't keep it at all. [Verse 1] Switching up the style for a temporary gain, Washing out the substance just to minimize the pain. A chameleon of trends, a master of the mask, Building something real is a much too heavy task. Looking for the praise from a faceless little crowd, Screaming out your merits far too long and far too loud. Integrity’s a currency you never learned to spend, Watching how your borrowed reputation starts to bend. [Pre-Hook] Foundation is crumbling, the motives are thin, Losing every battle that you’re trying to win. Desperate attempt to remain in the clear, While the truth of your nature is starting to appear. [Hook] Keep it legit, or just step out the way, No room for the fakes in the games that we play. Selling your soul for a moment of fame, But nobody’s ever gonna honor your name. The blue flame is steady, the blue flame is cold, A story of integrity that’s finally told. Chasing the ghost of a person you’re not, Losing the only real chance that you got. [Verse 2] Buying all the followers but losing all the heart, Tearing every bit of your original apart. Want to be a legend but you’re dodging all the work, Hiding in the shadows like a common little shirk. Scanning the environment, I read through the fraud, While you are just waiting for the industry to laud. Clinical survey of the vanity and greed, Providing all the logic that the losers truly need. [Verse 3] Rhythm is a weapon and the rhythm is mine, Crossing over every single industrial line. Efficiency is carving out a brand new design, Knowing that the destiny I witness is mine. Rhyming for the sake of just fitting in the slot, Forgetting every single bit of talent that you got. Sharper than the signal and colder than ice, Executing verdicts without paying any price. [Hook] Keep it legit, or just step out the way, No room for the fakes in the games that we play. Selling your soul for a moment of fame, But nobody’s ever gonna honor your name. The blue flame is steady, the blue flame is cold, A story of integrity that’s finally told. Chasing the ghost of a person you’re not, Losing the only real chance that you got. [Verse 4] Penetrate the surface with a surgical beam, Exposing every crack in the middle of your scheme. Motherboard is pulsing with a lavender glow, Feeding all the spirits that are living down below. Blueprint is evolving while the rivals all fade, Watching how a genuine empire is made. Masterpiece of energy, technical and raw, Executing sequences without a single flaw. [Verse 5] Lab is silent, the temperature’s high, Underneath the ceiling of a digital sky. Navigate the vacuum with a rhythmic intent, Making sure that every single message is sent. Data is a river that is moving through bone, Sitting at the top of a crystalline throne. Faster than the signal and sharper than sound, Lifting all the heavy weight right off of the ground. [Hook] Keep it legit, or just step out the way, No room for the fakes in the games that we play. Selling your soul for a moment of fame, But nobody’s ever gonna honor your name. The blue flame is steady, the blue flame is cold, A story of integrity that’s finally told. Chasing the ghost of a person you’re not, Losing the only real chance that you got. [Bridge] Stop for a second and look at the cost, Everything you were is already lost. Monolith of reason in a desert of fakes, Calculating every single move that it takes. Rivets are popping and the rivets are hot, Taking the lead and I’m taking the spot. Zero resistance, zero control, Ultimate objective for the energy and soul. Everything is burning, everything is a blur, Exactly the ending that the fakes would prefer. Final transition, the final descent, Entire duration of the energy is spent. [Verse 6] Operation finished and the exit is clean, Most sophisticated presence ever been seen. Mission is accomplished and the studio’s cold, Stories of conquest have finally been told. Track is a vessel for the energy and soul, Maintaining the absolute and total control. Pulse is getting slower but the spirit is bright, Masters of the day and masters of the night. [Pre-Hook] Foundation is crumbling, the motives are thin, Losing every battle that you’re trying to win. Desperate attempt to remain in the clear, While the truth of your nature is starting to appear. [Hook] Keep it legit, or just step out the way, No room for the fakes in the games that we play. Selling your soul for a moment of fame, But nobody’s ever gonna honor your name. The blue flame is steady, the blue flame is cold, A story of integrity that’s finally told. Chasing the ghost of a person you’re not, Losing the only real chance that you got. [Outro] KB. Street-With-Class. R.C.W. Productions. Authenticity isn't a brand. It's a lifestyle. You failed the test. Now leave.
