(Intro)
I may be new hear but fuck it.
Yeah…
West Coast soul, no costum
Let’s be clear.
(Hook)
They say kings need a crown, I just need a pen
Truth don’t need Auto-Tune to hit the end
I move quiet, let the bars go crazy
You loud for the moment, Emvee, that’s temporary
Yeah
No reverb on the truth I speak
No filter when they mention me
You chasing noise, I’m building legacy
Different lanes — don’t step to me (me)
(Verse 1)
Emvee talk big but the depth real shallow
All flash, no marrow in the bone you borrow
Cosplay rage, but the pain feel rented
I can hear the edits where the soul got censored
You melodic but it’s missing conviction
I’m poetic with precision, different diction
I don’t need a hook screaming “I’m the best” (I’m the best)
My verses make the room take a breath (gasp)
You want idols, rivals, viral attention
I want silence when the beat get mentioned
West Coast roots, yeah I studied the greats
You chasing eras, I’m updating the plates (tire screech)
(Hook repeat)
They say kings need a crown, I just need a pen
Truth don’t need Auto-Tune to hit the end
I move quiet, let the bars go crazy
You loud for the moment, Emvee, that’s temporary
No reverb on the truth I speak
No filter when they mention me
You chasing noise, I’m building legacy
Different lanes — don’t step to me (you)
(Verse 2)
You confuse aggression with being authentic
Yelling in a mic don’t make it prophetic
I hear the anger, but where’s the direction?
Volume ain’t power, it’s misdirection
Boom-bap heart with a modern swing
I bend the pocket, let the rhythm breathe
You stacking styles hoping one’ll land
I make one sound and they know who I am
Emvee, listen — this ain’t hate, it’s clarity
Your image loud but the bars lack gravity
I don’t diss for clicks or reaction clips
I diss ‘cause you spoke like you’re untouchable — you slipped (slipped) (slipped)
(Bridge)
You sing like the truth gonna save you now
But melody can’t cover empty ground
I let the silence talk between the lines
That’s why my words age better like wine
(Final Verse)
This ain’t a war, it’s a contrast study
You perform emotion, I actually bloody
The page with experience, nights I survived
Not every scar need to be dramatized
West Coast soul, yeah I carry that tradition
Not the costume, the condition
So when they play this back years from today
They’ll hear the difference in what we say (say)
You wanted smoke, I gave you weather
Pressure with purpose, bars with measure
Emvee, this lesson ain’t personal, see
It’s what happens when you aim high and look up to me
(Outro)
No crown needed.
No edits needed.
Just truth. (Truth)