[INTRO — spoken, sarcastic] Yeah… haha. They said I don't know anything? Cool. Keep thinking that. [VERSE 1 — technical rap, building speed] They think I'm stupid 'cause I'm quiet in the room, Head up in the clouds like I'm sightseeing the moon. "No ambition, no direction, no design," Meanwhile there's a whole damn operation in my mind. No suit, no tie, no CEO pose, Cheap shoes on, but the CPU glows. Brain look broken like a calculator glitch, Hit the wrong button—still somehow get rich. Called me an idiot, I turned it into fuel, Every little insult put another tool in the toolbox. Thought I was a punchline, thought I played the fool, Funny how the class clown ended up rewriting the rules. I don't talk big—I calculate quietly, Stack little moves while they laugh violently. They see confusion, I see possibility, Chaos on the surface, underneath? Precision machinery. [PRE-CHORUS — cocky, half-spoken] So laugh. Go ahead, get comfortable. Nothing makes success more fun than witnesses who thought it was impossible. [CHORUS — explosive] They call me stupid, they call me blind, 'Cause they can't see the factory inside my mind. I might look crazy, I might look strange, But quiet little storms make hurricanes change. Laugh at me now—better memorize the name, 'Cause the little fool is redesigning the game. Diamonds start ugly, buried under stone, And a genius grows best when nobody knows. [VERSE 2 — faster, playful battle rap] I'm the joker in the deck nobody wanted to draw, Till the wild card flips every comfortable law. "You'll never reach the top!"—that's cute, thanks, Every doubt you threw became another step in the ranks. Built me a staircase out of every "you can't," Every cheap little joke, every arrogant rant. Now I'm climbing so high while they're breaking their necks, Trying to figure out how the idiot got next. Not every quiet mind is empty inside, Some are loading ammunition while you're running your mouth wide. Not every crazy one is lost on the road, Some just found an exit that your GPS don't know. Call me dumb—cool, I'll put it on a shirt. Every label that you gave me just increased what I'm worth. You were busy judging covers, I was writing the sequel, Now the "slow one" passed you—guess stupidity's lethal. [FLOW SWITCH — rapid-fire] Misunderstood, underestimated, under the radar, You were throwing little stones, I was building a race car. Mockery, comedy, turned into strategy, Every insult accidentally funded my battery. You called it delusion—I called it a draft. You called me ridiculous—I quietly laughed. 'Cause people scream "crazy" when they can't understand How somebody they looked down on got the upper hand. [FINAL CHORUS — bigger, aggressive] They call me stupid, they call me dumb, But they don't know what I've quietly become. The joke they made, the name they gave, Became the fire that taught me to blaze. So keep on laughing—I'll give you the show, You knew me as the fool, but you didn't really know. Thought there was nothing underneath this disguise— Plot twist. The idiot got wise. [OUTRO — spoken, dry sarcasm] Still think I'm stupid? That's okay. Sometimes the loudest person laughing is just the last one to understand the joke.
