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.