Still underrated

Verse 1)

Yo, remember that track, "Look At Me Now"?

Thought they had me figured, put me in a bow

But the truth is, game ain't got no pause

Still writing my rules, breaking all their laws

Critics whispered, "One-hit wonder, fading fast"

But my voice ain't a trend, it's a legacy built to last

Tried to box me in, a genre they could define

My sound's a wild beast, breaks every single line

From underground depths, where real stories breed

To the global stage, planting rebellious seeds

(Chorus)

Still underrated, still misunderstood, yeah, that's me

Phantom in the shadows, for the world to see

They gaze on the surface, but the depth they can't perceive

This ain't just music, it's the air that I breathe

Charting my own course, through the digital haze

Leaving behind a blaze

(Verse 2)

Talked about the past, the splits, the bitter fight

But history's a canvas, I'm painting with new light

Every scar's a lesson, every fall a rise

Reflecting the real, behind these unblinking eyes

They crave the drama, the gossip, the cheap thrills

But I'm focused on the craft, paying my own bills

From grimy studios, where beats truly pound

To sold-out arenas, where true fans are found

Said I lost my edge, my fire, my bite

But the furnace within, it burns ever so bright

Lyrical assassin, with words sharper than steel

Exposing illusions, making the fake ones kneel

(Chorus)

Still underrated, still misunderstood, yeah, that's me

Phantom in the shadows, for the world to see

They gaze on the surface, but the depth they can't perceive

This ain't just music, it's the air that I breathe

Charting my own course, through the digital haze

Leaving behind a blaze

(Bridge)

Want me to conform, to fit their mold, their plan

But I'm a lone wolf howling, since this thing began

Call it arrogance, I call it self-belief

In a world full of fakes, I offer true relief

This ain't a phase, it's a movement, a cultural wave

From the ones who refuse to be silent slaves

Voice of the voiceless, the rage of the ignored

With every rhyme, another truth's explored

(Guitar Solo)

(A heavy, distorted guitar solo, maintaining aggression and melody.)

(Outro)

Yeah, still here.

Still Deuce.

Still making moves.

You thought you knew?

You ain't seen nothing yet.

The narrative's mine.

Always was.