Uncalculated

you brought a scanner to judge me, that's your biggest mistake,

you needed a machine just to guess what my pen can create.

i built a whole catalog, you built a theory from a screen,

you saw one result and thought you uncovered the scene.

 

one scan, one song, now you think you know my story,

i got years behind my name, you got one label on a screen.

you brought a percentage, i brought a history,

you searched for a shortcut, i built an identity.

 

you don't study the craft, you study numbers on a page,

judging a masterpiece from a barcode you made.

you never studied the pages, you only studied the stats,

counted every number, forgot the hands that made the tracks.

keep chasing a number to prove what i write,

i'll keep making songs while you argue with a site.

 

you talk like you're tough, but when pressure arrives,

you're searching for excuses while i'm sharpening lines.

keep playing with me and you'll see what I'm like at night,

you wait for a screen to tell you who's right,

i write through the darkness and still leave a light.

 

you claim that you're fearless, but I see through the disguise,

the only thing you're raising is excuses when you cry.

i know it burns, your whole argument shattered in two,

now you hide behind numbers because they're all you can use.

i spit that verse while you're in another universe.

 

you sound like a glitch in the system, repeating the same phrase,

stuck on the same old argument, trapped in the same maze.

but we all know the truth, so lets keep this smooth :

you thought you would outlast? now your argument's history,

one scan isn't proof, it's just false authority.

 

did you even prepare when the facts hit the light?

or did you need another scanner to tell you you're not right?

don't make me say it twice,

cuz if I had to repeat then i won't be so nice.

if you keep coming back it means you know you lost the fight.

 

you brought a percentage, I brought a history

you read one result, they remember every victory.

one click gave you confidence, years gave me the credibility.

 

okay, not enough? you really think you're tough?

the only thing you're dropping is a reason to give up.

you joined the conversation late, acting like you wrote the page,

skipped the whole story, still trying to judge the stage.

 

i write one verse and erase the doubts you displayed.

you came with a chance, but I came with a mission,

i end the whole debate before you finish your opposition.

within..., let's say like five minutes.

you're over your limits, your whole argument's finished.

wait… five minutes? that’s generous.

i write one verse, to you it feels like the intro’s the finish.

 

you keep coming back because you know what the truth is,

copying my style won't help you improve it.

you wanted a freestyle? better bring something new,

because when I step on the beat, I change the whole view.

 

you can copy the sound, but you can't copy the years.

i built this with a pen, you built yours with fears

you searched for a machine to measure what I create,

I became the proof that your numbers couldn't calculate.