Real recognise real — look me dead in the fucking face

Real recognise real — look me dead in the fucking face Man only spits facts, never softens the case You want Jayman’s stamp? Fuck outta here, earn it on the beat Stop crying like a little bitch every time you take defeat Did you want me to lie just to feed your pathetic pride Make you feel like a boss while it’s garbage inside Fuck that — stare reality dead in the eye I don’t clear up your mess, I just watch your ego die Yeah I’m autistic, hardwired in the brain I don’t play your pussy games, I don’t navigate the feign Need a yes-man? Go hire a fucking clown I’m the mirror to the mic that takes your fake status down Don’t ask me to judge when you grudge the fucking judge Solid steel rhythm, this ain’t no soft fudge You beg for the ratings but you can’t take the hit I spit pure venom, I ain’t changing a bit I stood deep in the grime, fought units in the mud You want a gold star trophy just for showing up, bud Fragile and soft, get the fuck out the rain You ask for my critique then you cry about the pain You want sugarcoated lies just to keep your ego whole My brain ain’t built to play a fake-ass role Unfiltered, raw — that’s the way that I’m built I don’t carry your doubt, I don’t carry your guilt You asked for a review, now you’re throwing a fit Slamming hands on the floor like a child throwing shit My words don’t bend, my words don’t break This is where the line drops for every single fake You wanted feedback? Drown in the sound You wanted my vision? Now I’m burning your crown Don’t talk about status, don’t talk about clout If you can’t handle facts, keep my name out your mouth I don’t negotiate with fragile little egos I step through the front door, stripping down your zero Stop abusing the mic, put the trash bars down Step inside the booth if you’re claiming the crown Rap Fame app — yeah you know how I run it Saw your plastic-ass throne, you know that I gunned it Autistic and lethal, precision is the seal Jayman in the building — real recognise real You come with the excuses every time you drop a bar Acting like a legend while you’re nowhere near a star Begging for five stars, begging for the clout First sign of reality you start to scream and shout I don’t do the mercy, I don’t give a sympathy vote I step up to the mic and put my foot down your throat You wanted raw feedback, now you’re drowning in the flood Left your whole ego lying broken in the mud Every single syllable is calculated right I do this for the culture while you’re playing in the light If you can’t stand the heat step away from the flame Jayman is the ruler, I am taking over the game Man rely on the lyrics, man rely on the truth Put the fake bars down, stop abusing the youth I don’t give a fuck about your feelings or your tone I’m a one-man army sitting high on the throne No chorus needed when the verse is this tight I step into the arena and I turn out your light Keep my name on lock, put your fake crown away Jayman on the track — I ain’t here to play