Say It To My Face

[Verse 1]
You said my name on a mic for a cheap laugh
Tried to clown my brain, called it weak, called it half
Funny how you need my shine for your small talk
Throwing pebbles at a mountain from the sidewalk
You read one post, think you know my whole story
Clip and twist quotes, try to cut down my glory
But I did the work in the dark when it hurt
You just hit send, then you scroll, then you smirk
[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t want debate, you want a quick flame
I don’t chase clout, I don’t play that game
If I was that dumb, why you say my name?
Why you say my name? (why you say my name?)
[Chorus]
Say it to my face, not a crowd, not a screen
If I’m so slow, why you stuck in my scene?
You keep talking down, but you’re lifting my name
You can’t kill respect, so you question my brain
Say it to my face, leave the jokes, leave the pack
We can trade facts, see who really off track
You can call me names, try to twist what I mean
But I do what I do, you just talk in between
[Verse 2]
You got brave with a mic and some cheap seats
Gassed up by laughs and some weak tweets
I heard every word, kept calm, kept receipts
Every little jab just a drum for my heartbeat
I don’t flex books, don’t recite degrees
But I built my mind like I built these streets
Trial on trial, every loss, every win
I turn every slight to a line for the pen
[Pre-Chorus]
You don’t want the truth, you want a quick burn
I got thick skin, I don’t wait my turn
If I’m such a joke, why you so concerned?
Why you so concerned? (tell me, why you learn?)
[Chorus]
Say it to my face, not a crowd, not a screen
If I’m so slow, why you stuck in my scene?
You keep talking down, but you’re lifting my name
You can’t kill respect, so you question my brain
Say it to my face, we can stand eye to eye
Drop all the noise, let the facts reply
You can run your mouth, try to stain my name clean
But I know who I am, you’re just loud in between
[Bridge]
Call me fool, call me crazy, call me every word you know
I’ve been doubted since the start, still I rise, still I grow
You can measure by your bias, I’ll measure by the truth
When the crowd leaves with the silence, all that’s left is proof
[Chorus]
Say it to my face, not a crowd, not a screen
If I’m so slow, why you stuck in my scene?
You keep talking down, but you’re lifting my name
You can’t kill respect, so you question my brain
Say it to my face, leave the laughs, leave the pack
We can lay it out, see who really off track
You can throw your shade, try to bruise my esteem
But I turn every slight to a new winning scheme

rap, Hybrid pop-rap over gritty boom-bap and glossy synths, male vocals. Verses ride a swung, head-nod drum groove with vinyl-style scratches accenting punchlines; sparse dark keys and sub bass leave air for the bars. Pre-chorus flips to melodic half-time feel with filtered drums; chorus blooms into layered chant hooks and stacked harmonies. Occasional record-stop FX underline key disses, with a crisp, upfront vocal mix., hip hop, scratch, pop