[Intro – low static under dialogue] [Rayge:] Yo Shin. [Shin:] What’s good? [Rayge:] We’ve been watching for a minute, huh? [Shin:] Yeah… you see it too. [Rayge:] Sure do.... Same script... different face. [Shin:] Every time. [Rayge:] Let’s tell it like we see it. [Shin:] Say less. [Beat drops into Verse 1] [Verse 1 – Rayge] Every stage got the same declaration, “I built this lane” with practiced imitation. Different face, identical stance, Repackaged soul, same old dance. They say “authentic” before they even breathe, Like truth needs branding to be believed. Heavy on slogans, light on spine, Mirrors reflecting a cloned design. Talk big about carving a path, Still trace lines from a carbon draft. Template dressed in a rebel tone, Copy the pulse, then call it your own. I don’t announce what I am. I let the record prove I can. Built to stand alone. It carries on its own. [Chorus - Male Voice] Deaf white noise, fill the air Volume high but nothing’s there Echoes loud in an empty room All that shine, no roots to bloom Deaf white noise, drown the truth Crowds applaud, but thin as proof When it fades and silence stays Only what’s real remains [Verse 2 – Shin] They rehearse rebellion in rented tone Preach “original” from a copied throne Stacked aesthetics, scripted edge Brand identity on a trending pledge Every movement feels pre-approved Calculated chaos, risk removed Risk trimmed down to market size Confidence framed for market eyes They chase reaction, not reflection Mistake attention for direction Mistake the echo for a ride Mistake the loudest voice for pride I don’t compete with mirrored glass I build foundations meant to last If you are solid, you don’t announce Gravity handles the weight and the bounce I don’t need to flood the feed Noise is cheap, the signal bleeds And when the noise falls away Only substance carries weight [Final Chorus - Male Voice] Deaf white noise, fill the air Volume high but nothing’s there Echoes loud in an empty room All that shine, no roots to bloom Deaf white noise, drown the truth Crowds applaud, but thin as proof When it fades and silence stays Only what’s real remains [Instrumental outro – static fades to silence]
