Lyric

[Stage 1: The Street Fake]

Concrete jungle bleeding out in neon streams

Baggy hoodie pulled low, I’m living in the seams

Polyurethane wheels rolling silent on the pave

Just a ghost in the static, riding on a different wave

East meets the West coast, shadow in the alleyway

Watch these loudmouth fakes hustling for a payday

Let ‘em talk, let ‘em flex, acting like they run the block

I’m standing in the blind spot, ticking like a silent clock

[Stage 2: The Unseen Shield]

Yeah, I’m the unseen shield, the blade in the shade

Where the spotlight ends, that’s where my bed is made

Guarding the bespoke suit, standing at the rear

Pay me right, but my life is what I wager here

Crazy orders? Standard issue, execute ‘em clean

Drop the threats in the gutter, completely unseen

We moving in the dark, catch me if you can

The invisible hand flipping the whole damn plan

[Stage 3: The Brotherhood]

No words needed, yeah, we speak in different colors

Bound by the history, basically we're brothers

Same view growing up, looking through the same glass

I see the lonely kid behind the aristocratic mask

Complain about the paycheck, "Boss, you gotta pay me more"

But when the sparks fly, I’m the first to hit the door

He’s the ice-cold player, king of the chess game

I’m the cleaner in the shadows, washing out the bloodstains

Blood is thicker than water, but this bond runs deeper

If you're sitting on the throne, I’m the ultimate keeper

[Stage 4: The Unseen Shield]

Yeah, I’m the unseen shield, the blade in the shade

Where the spotlight ends, that’s where my bed is made

Guarding the bespoke suit, standing at the rear

Pay me right, but my life is what I wager here

Reckless orders? I'm used to it, execute 'em clean

Drop the ops in the asphalt, completely unseen

We moving in the dark, catch me if you can

The invisible blade rewriting history's plan

[Stage 5: Fade into the Noise]

Count the scuffs on the soles of my beat-up kicks

Count the times I barely made it out the matrix

Laugh it off, "Need a raise for this kinda heat"

Hide the damage, fade back into the street

...It ain't a bad gig, though

As long as that stubborn genius needs a shadow to cast

I’ll keep kicking the concrete, making it last

Always got your back

Yeah, that’s my position