**Verse 1:**
Yo, step aside, let me set it straight,
Got these fakes in the game, man, it’s time to equate,
Martial artists flexin’, but they ain’t got skill,
Claimin’ black belts, while their moves are nil.
They strut like peacocks, but it’s all a show,
Posin’ in pictures, but they don’t really flow.
YouTube stars, think they’re masters of the art,
But real fighters know it’s a world apart.
**Chorus:**
Fake titles, fake lights, man, they livin’ a facade,
Delusional mystics actin’ all odd,
Untrained, uninitiated, rollin’ in with pride,
But when it comes to real skills, they just run and hide.
**Verse 2:**
Wannabe mystics, oh, they love to preach,
Talkin’ 'bout the stars like they’ve got a degree.
Claimin’ ancient wisdom, sippin’ on their sage,
But only conjurin' smoke in a social media cage.
They wear the robes, but their knowledge is soft,
Spoutin’ empty phrases like they’re seasoned and oft.
Bendin' candles, throwin' crystals like they know the score,
But the only thing they’re conjurin’ is a metaphorical bore.
**Chorus:**
Fake titles, fake lights, man, they livin’ a facade,
Delusional mystics actin’ all odd,
Untrained, uninitiated, rollin’ in with pride,
But when it comes to real skills, they just run and hide.
**Verse 3:**
I’m callin’ you out, with no shame in this game,
You’re acting like royalty, but it’s all just a claim.
Look, lineage matters in this world we explore,
You can’t just walk in and claim the folklore.
Genetics and teachers, they shape the true craft,
You think you cut, but you’re just a bad draft.
I got respect for the grind, the sweat, and the tears,
But you fakes spittin’ lies, man, it’s just all gears.
**Chorus:**
Fake titles, fake lights, man, they livin’ a facade,
Delusional mystics actin’ all odd,
Untrained, uninitiated, rollin’ in with pride,
But when it comes to real skills, they just run and hide.
**Bridge:**
So take a step back, and realize the truth,
You can’t skip the struggle, don’t abuse your youth.
Real knowledge runs deep, it ain’t just a trend,
So stop claimin’ the title without knowing the end.
**Outro:**
Yeah, I’m spittin’ fire, alerting the scene,
To all the fakes and posers in this land of the green.
Put down your crystals, and step out the mist,
But to all the real ones, stand proud, you exist.
It’s raw and it’s real, the blood, sweat, and tears,
Keep grinding and shining, conquerin’ your fears.
