[Intro — rain, stone scraping pavement] They call me fake? Motherfucker, you’re a seed with no future and a fish full of tap water. Let’s talk about it. [Beat Drop] [Verse 1 — Sunkern] Sunkern, punk kernel, curled under dawn, Got a sun in your name that you never turned on. You sip dew from a leaf like a broke little bitch, Saving strength for tomorrow—but tomorrow ain’t shit. Thirty heart, thirty speed, thirty straight down the line; That’s not balance, motherfucker—that’s a flatline. Six stats in the basement, no pulse in the home; Even Diglett got more going on under stone. When a Spearow throws shade, you start shaking your leaves; That ain’t defense, that’s a panic attack in the breeze. Then you fall from the sky every morning—goddamn, Even heaven looked down and said, “Get out of my hands.” Need a Sun Stone plugged in to become worth the space; Without somebody’s item, you’re a seed with a face. You call that potential? Fuck potential—go bloom. You’re a “coming soon” poster in an abandoned room. I’m a fake-ass tree, still I stand like an oak; You’re authentic as hell and you’re still just a joke. You’re a sentence unfinished, a bud in a tomb; I’m a statue with swagger— I’m the stone that can bloom. [Pre-Chorus] You wait for tomorrow, You beg for the light. I made shade into armor And brought stone to the fight. [Chorus] Stone in bloom, let the bassline roll, Bark on the surface, bedrock soul. Seed wants the sunlight, fish wants the flood; I don’t need roots— I’ve got stone in my blood. Stone in bloom, make the whole route move; I made “fake” look real, made the hard look smooth. One ain’t done cooking, one is bloated inside; I stand like a mountain— You little bitches just hide. [Verse 2 — Qwilfish] Qwilfish, quick thrill, big mouth, thin skin, Drink ten litres of tide just to feel full within. You’re an ocean-sized ego in a dollar-store shell; Looking swollen as fuck, still scared as hell. Your bravado’s a bladder—one prick and it drains; All cap, no current, no depth in your veins. Those spines are exclamation marks, desperate and spread, On a loud-ass sentence with nothing being said. You’re a Water-type fish that swims like a brick; How the fuck does the ocean reject its own kid? At the Whirl Cup, Corsola cracked through your pride; Got your ass handed over by a rock in the tide. You spit every quill, then your defenses are gone; One tantrum, ten litres, then the tough act is done. That ain’t pressure, that’s panic dressed up as a threat; You’re the angriest pool toy that the Pokédex met. Yeah, Water beats Rock—better aim while you can. Gold hit me with Water Gun; then I threw Rhydon hands. I got soaked, faced the fear, put the beast in the dirt; You get emptied one time and your whole ego hurts. Pressure can make diamonds—but not in your case; It just stretches your bullshit across more space. You get twice your size when you’re scared you might lose; I get twice as dangerous— Bitch, pick what you choose. [Chorus] Stone in bloom, let the bassline roll, Bark on the surface, bedrock soul. Seed wants the sunlight, fish wants the flood; I don’t need roots— I’ve got stone in my blood. Stone in bloom, make the whole route move; I made “fake” look real, made the hard look smooth. One ain’t done cooking, one is bloated inside; I stand like a mountain— You little bitches just hide. [Bridge — sparse, threatening] A SquirtBottle exposed me. So fucking what? Rain stripped off my costume— There was still solid rock. Brock saw strength in Bonsly. Gold put steel in my spine. Brassius called me artwork— Nobody remembers your kind. [Final Verse — faster] Sunkern is a someday that’ll never arrive; Qwilfish is a blow-up doll pretending it’s alive. One survives on leftovers, one is drowning in pride; Both need something around them just to matter inside. I’m the roadblock legend, Route Thirty-Six king, Had a whole damn region searching for the right thing. You don’t move me with threats, you don’t shake me with talk; I made standing there motionless a motherfucking art. My green hands expose me when the winter turns cold; Still a visible flaw beats a fraud with no soul. You hide weakness in “later,” you hide fear in your size; I wear mine like a crown—that’s the art of disguise. So fuck your evolution, fuck your poison and spikes; One of you can’t throw hands, one can’t swim right. I’m a counterfeit forest with a monolith heart; You were handed your nature— I constructed my part. [Final Chorus — crowd chanting] Stone in bloom! (SUDO!) Let the bassline roll! (WOODO!) Bark on the surface! Bedrock soul! Seed wants the sunlight! Fish wants the flood! I don’t need roots— I’ve got stone in my blood! Stone in bloom! Make the whole route move! I made “fake” look real— What the fuck did you prove? One waits to become. One inflates to survive. I was never a tree— But I’m more fucking alive. [Outro — rain starts] Go ahead. Water me, bitch.
