Intro (Spoken) LeConte Boudreaux… charged with resistance. Sentence: Serve the scorn. Fly the line. Obey. Verse 1 LeConte standin’ tall inna courtroom fire, Punched up at de boss, de corporate liar. He tried to cow’ him wid executive glare, But truth don’t bow to corporate prayer. Now sentence passed by cold decree: Endure de scorn of a scornful she — A queen of circuits, eyes like steel, Make him fly like a proper boy, real. Chorus Fly like a proper boy? No — fly like a man! Serve dey scorn? Nah — serve de plan! Irie resistance! Power from within! Dem think dem gods — but dey just sin! I and I see through dey hollow game — LeConte rise… and reclaim his name! Verse 2 But inna cell, he meditate deep, On schemes dat crumble, promises cheap. No trust in leaders who can’t lead demselves, Drownin’ in power, playin’ games on shelves. They high on de fumes of dey own machine, Breathin’ pride like toxic steam. Moral nanofibers? Just ego in disguise — Tryin’ to match gods with hollow eyes. Chorus Fly like a proper boy? No — fly like a man! Serve dey scorn? Nah — serve de plan! Irie resistance! Power from within! Dem think dem gods — but dey just sin! I and I see through dey hollow game — LeConte rise… and reclaim his name! Verse 3 Dey confuse de Goon’s sacred share, For divine right, a cosmic heir. Preachin’ null-sec like mad prophets loud, Spinin’ lies in a truthless cloud. "De Carebears cry, and de whole system shakes!" Turn every tantrum into world’s mistakes. Dey build dey throne from ego and noise — A fragile empire of data and poise. Chorus Fly like a proper boy? No — fly like a man! Serve dey scorn? Nah — serve de plan! Irie resistance! Power from within! Dem think dem gods — but dey just sin! I and I see through dey hollow game — LeConte rise… and reclaim his name! Verse 4 How does Dammfamm change de light? Hold it high — make New Eden turn all night! "Look at me!" dey scream in code, While de galaxy bear deir heavy load. Dey tink dem hard? Nah — just brittle glass. Dey tink dem wise? Dey movin’ too fast. Just puppets dancin’ on strings of pride, With no real purpose, nowhere to hide. Chorus Fly like a proper boy? No — fly like a man! Serve dey scorn? Nah — serve de plan! Irie resistance! Power from within! Dem think dem gods — but dey just sin! I and I see through dey hollow game — LeConte rise… and reclaim his name! Verse 5 "Bob’s gift to war?" Dem deluded dream! No blessing in dis greedy scheme. Dey wear de struggle like a costume fine, But dey heart is hollow, soul outta line. While LeConte wait, he feel de call — Not to kneel, but to stand tall. For real power ain’t in rank or name, But in truth, and fire, and righteous flame. Chorus Fly like a proper boy? No — fly like a man! Serve dey scorn? Nah — serve de plan! Irie resistance! Power from within! Dem think dem gods — but dey just sin! I and I see through dey hollow game — LeConte rise… and reclaim his name! Verse 6 Now off in Caldari, starlight his guide, Back inna Hawk, where he meant to reside. Blue pill boosters — ease de pain, Shield boosters max, breakin’ every chain. He fly not for her, not for dey decree — But for de people, de truth, and de free. Nanofibers weak, but spirit is strong — LeConte Boudreaux? He was born among de storm. Chorus Fly like a proper boy? No — fly like a man! Serve dey scorn? Nah — serve de plan! Irie resistance! Power from within! Dem think dem gods — but dey just sin! I and I see through dey hollow game — LeConte rise… and reclaim his name! Fly like a proper boy? No — fly like a man! Serve dey scorn? Nah — serve de plan! Irie resistance! Power from within! Dem think dem gods — but dey just sin! I and I see through dey hollow game — LeConte rise… and reclaim his name! Outro (Fade) [Drums echo, bass lingers] Voice: "They last? Not long…" Final whisper: "The proper boy… was never theirs." [Fade into cosmic reverb]
