Shade of Legacy

Intro

Yeah, ayy, yeah (yuh)

Turn the lights up, turn the mic up (let's go)

Uh-huh, ha, hey

Verse

I grew up on your shadow but I learned to cut it out, (cut it out)

You built a throne on tantrums, now I'm settin' that crown's doubt, (watch)

Punchlines like paper cuts, they sting but never bleed, (bleed)

I'm the surgeon with the scalpel, makin' clean work of the creed, (clean)

You spit toxic comedy, thin veneer of pain—repeat, (repeat)

But the laugh track's faded, all that's left is obsolete, (obsolete)

You play the villain, play the victim, both roles in one seat, (one seat)

I see through stage smoke, cheap mirrors and the cheat sheet, (watch)

You brag about the baggage like trophies on the shelf, (ha)

But I'm cataloguing receipts, dismantlin' the self, (yeah)

Every bar you built as bulletproof got peeled and phased, (peel)

I'm rearranging syllables, redesigning the maze, (maze)

You used to bury rivals with a grin, now it's a shiver, (brr)

I carve a verse that slaps like winter on your river, (skrrt)

Your catalogue's a circus, same tricks, same cheap applause, (same)

I'm the critic with the razor, cutting through the gauze, (cut)

You hustle on nostalgia, auction off the scars, (uh-huh)

But nostalgia's a coin with no weight behind the bars, (clink)

You cough up ghost lines, I exhale truth through bars, (truth)

Call it karma with a beat, call it closure in the dark, (yeah)

I don't need your crown to be king of the remark, (nope)

I build the paragraphs where your punchlines fall apart, (fall)

Your verses script the same revenge you sold from the start, (start)

I'm the editor that rips the margins, signs the chart, (sign)

You flex with scars like medals, I see stitches and the rust, (rust)

I'm the hurricane of honesty, you're a brittle gust, (wham)

You chase controversy like currency, spend it on the stage, (spend)

I'm the bank run on your image, lines that disengage, (run)

You preach the messy manual, swear it's gospel in disguise, (gospel)

I read between the headlines, write the truth in sunrise, (rise)

You got the mic and the mirror, but the mirror's bought and sold, (sold)

I got a pen and a patience that won't be bought or told, (no)

Chorus

You call it Shady, I call it shade, (shade)

You call it real, I call the masquerade, (masquerade)

You call it hits, I call the recycled grade, (grade)

You call it legacy — I call the trade, (trade)

You call it Shady, I call it shade, (shade)

You call it real, I call the masquerade, (masquerade)

You call it hits, I call the recycled grade, (grade)

You call it legacy — I call the trade, (trade)

Verse

I grew a spine from every verse that learned to disagree, (dis)

You built a brand from chaos, boxed it up as therapy, (box)

You shout to drown the silence, but the silence learned your name, (name)

I'm the voice that sees the seams in every single frame, (see)

You wrote with venom, wrapped in humor