**Verse 1**
Yo, they claim to throw hands, but they’re just throwing shade,
In this game of combat, so many are decayed,
Paper dragons lurking, masquerading as the best,
But real martial arts is put to the test.
Got the wisdom of the ancients, but it’s lost in the noise,
While these clowns flex online, man, they just toys.
They yell about the dojo but don’t know the fight,
Fake black belts biting off the depth and the might.
**Chorus**
Where’s the martial in martial arts?
It’s drowning beneath the egos and the fakes playing parts,
Real combat’s a journey, but they’re lost in the hype,
While the true masters remain out of sight.
**Verse 2**
It’s deeper than a punch, more than a kick,
The essence of the battle ain"t just a slick trick,
Traditions get twisted, philosophies misread,
But when the threat’s real, it’s not about the bread.
Yo, the real ones train hard in the silence of sweat,
But these posers make noise, like the crown’s their debt.
They roll in their cliques, pat each other"s backs,
While the principles of honor just fade to the cracks.
**Chorus**
Where’s the martial in martial arts?
It’s drowning beneath the egos and the fakes playing parts,
Real combat’s a journey, but they’re lost in the hype,
While the true masters remain out of sight.
**Bridge**
Swipe up for a lesson, but pay in your trust,
False confidence can crumble, like rust upon dust,
Fractured traditions, all watered-down flows,
What’s real in this scene? Nobody truly knows.
Social feeds claim masters with degrees in ink,
But look into the soul, man, you’ll see only stink.
**Verse 3**
I’m calling out the cliques with their phony prestige,
Hyping up their skills while they barely can breathe,
Real combat’s not flashy, it’s raw and sincere,
But these frauds hype the hype, like it’s all a veneer.
Rethink your practice, break free from the mold,
Honor the heritage, let the truth unfold,
It’s not just about flow, it’s survival and grit,
Stand grounded in the roots, and don’t ever quit.
**Chorus**
Where’s the martial in martial arts?
It’s drowning beneath the egos and the fakes playing parts,
Real combat’s a journey, but they’re lost in the hype,
While the true masters remain out of sight.
**Outro**
So rise, find your fight, don’t get lost in the fog,
In a world full of deceit, be the true combat dog.
The martial’s in the heart, the spirit and the skill,
Step away from the fake, find your truth, and stay real.
Let’s reignite the fire, bring the essence back,
And cut through the noise—real martial arts on attack!
