[Instrumental] Street With Class RCW Productions Fuck it let's do it Hi... My Name is.... [dj scratching] What..?! [dj scratching] My name is... /.... [dj scratching] KB! [Intro] Someone asked who walked in like he owns the place Funny, I hate watching bullshit set the pace I switch routes while they still debate the lane By the end of this track, remember the name [Verse 1] Straight face, bad joke, both still land My patience shrinks when bullshit takes command Tell me it won't work; I might try it twice Before you finish, I have changed it twice People want a warning when I change approach That is cute; opinions never were my coach Different beat, different mood, same hands on the wheel Nothing random; weird ideas are part of the deal [Pre-Hook] Ask around if you still need it explained Every room gets clearer when nonsense gets named One thing stays steady while I change the game Say it once, remember it: you came for the name [Hook] Who walked in? The name is KB Changed lanes again? That still sounds like me That idea turns to three before you blink The quiet part gets said before you even think Street With Class is the banner wherever I stand Different every time, but I still make it land Ask again if somehow you still missed me Same answer, no long speech: the name is KB [Verse 2] Some people take forever choosing one direction Two styles can switch inside one discussion One minute smooth, next minute something glitches People still keep asking how I keep switching Plans get rebuilt when a better route is clear Everybody has advice; I choose what stays here Call it stubborn; I call it knowing what I meant If the result feels weak, I build the track again [Verse 3] Speed makes people nervous when they hesitate Finished tracks look sudden when they miss what it takes Practice taught me not to wait for a committee My pace looks wild to people moving slowly Questions show up after everything is done How did you make that? I started another one Maybe I should slow down so the room keeps pace Or they can catch up; I have more shit to make [Hook] Who walked in? The name is KB Changed lanes again? That still sounds like me That idea turns to three before you blink The quiet part gets said before you even think Street With Class is the banner wherever I stand Different every time, but I still make it land Ask again if somehow you still missed me Same answer, no long speech: the name is KB [Verse 4] Direct means direct; I do not decorate the point Wrong stays wrong, however confident the voice Good ideas get respect; weak ones hit the door Being nice to nonsense only guarantees more Dry humor hits harder when the truth already stings A joke can make it funny; it cannot change a thing Four words can do the job better than a speech Make it clear, cut the crap, keep the message clean [Verse 5] Music never told me to live inside one box So I quit pretending every box needs a lock New styles show up; I want to know how they move Pull them apart, learn the feel, then build something new Comfort gets boring when I know what comes next Curiosity drags every project somewhere else Still, the fingerprint stays when the surface has changed You know it is mine before somebody says the name [Hook] Who walked in? The name is KB Changed lanes again? That still sounds like me That idea turns to three before you blink The quiet part gets said before you even think Street With Class is the banner wherever I stand Different every time, but I still make it land Ask again if somehow you still missed me Same answer, no long speech: the name is KB [Bridge] Short version, since I apparently move too fast Talk stays straight Work moves quick Useful parts last Dead weight gets cut Fake praise gets ignored One good reason can still make me change Twenty weak ones only waste the day Humor stays dry Standards stay high Patience stays low when bullshit gets loud Ask who I am; you should know by now [Verse 6] By now this introduction should be hard to miss No polished slogan; this is simply how it is Talking stays direct; I build the way I choose Fast enough to confuse them, too stubborn to quit Every style gets a shot if there is something to learn Every weak result goes back until it works After all the jokes, the switches, and the speed You know who walked in; that is all I need [Pre-Hook] Ask around if you still need it explained Every room gets clearer when nonsense gets named One thing stays steady while I change the game Say it once, remember it: you came for the name [Hook] Who walked in? The name is KB Changed lanes again? That still sounds like me That idea turns to three before you blink The quiet part gets said before you even think Street With Class is the banner wherever I stand Different every time, but I still make it land Ask again if somehow you still missed me Same answer, no long speech: the name is KB [Outro] That should settle every question about who came through I'm KB With Street With Class
