Sencillo / Pista

In a virtuous way

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They called me jokes a YouTuber clown

Til I undocked Sheev and burned their crown.

You fly doctrines? I write doctrines.

Your best fleet dies to my half-fit options.

Vexor days no pay no praise

Now I blueprint kills in Amarr arcades.

D-scan silent cloaked with rage

Sniping FCs like I'm turnin' a page.

Your Stratios scans? I bend that script.

Catch you off-guard like Jennie read my ship.

Named my hauler Your Mom's Plex Debt

Now I autopilot guilt straight to regret.

I warp in grins they anchor shame

Tackle your dream then volley your name.

Call it PVP? This a lore-based purge

With every bar I spit your alliance gets scourged.

So toast they go bye bye

Clone burst drop their pod just fly high

Killmail scripts hidden deep in my drive-by

One click later whole fleet's in sci-fi

So toast they go bye bye

Every krab cryin' why'd Sheev fry my guy?

We ain't just PvP we divine the sky

It's BlackRock baby now watch the tide rise

I was born in belts with a no-name fit

Passive tank dreams and a Drake I'd quit.

Now my rap is a Nanocore glitch

Turned an Imicus scan into fireworks lit.

Remember the days? You said I was bluffin'?

Now I cloak in your corp like Jennie caught somethin'.

Bye bye series? That wasn't just meme

It's predictive analytics in a laser beam.

BlackRock whispers we talk through price

Made your CEO sell his own advice.

I'm the echo in Echoes that voice in lowsec

That says: Don't warp now… unless you want wrecked.

Now let me talk from the orbital throne

Where I farm your morale and invest in your clone.

Your doctrines fold when my whispers hit

Cause I bait in Discord while you're theorizing fits.

You chase the meta I break it down

Every buff you banked gets nerfed when I frown.

I'm the one in the spreadsheets and killboards you mock

But your wallet and fear both say "Sheev of stock."

My hauler don't haul it haunts.

My salvager don't clean it taunts.

And my corp? A cult of quiet storms

Where the price of truth is planetary forms.

I sold a Dream Core wrapped in lies

To a krab who thought that price implies.

But the module burns if your pod's too weak

Now he stares at the screen and can't even speak.

Is this Eve? Or just me in your mind?

Is that T2 mod or just fear you find?

Did your fleet die or was it fate?

Did I scam you? Or did CONCORD seal your fate?

So toast they go bye bye

Name in red and their logi won't revive

We don't do wars we just re-align

One ping later and your claim denied

So toast they go bye bye

Another krab tears up when their bait dies

I ain't even docked still breakin' supply

I walk through this game like a glitch in the sky

My alt's your FC my alt's your spy

My alt's the one that sold you that lie.

My alt mined the ore you flew to build

Then joined the gank and split the kill.

I flip markets while I drop these lines

Turn your doctrine into content fines.

See your cap fleet? That's lunch to me

I could trigger a war with a buy history.

I write these bars like corp doctrines

You write posts cryin' in war comms forums.

You got strats? I got stores and storms

A voice so raw I collapse your norms.

You post killmails I post revolutions.

You flex killboard stats I build institutions.

You farm Null with botnet pride

I just rent it all back with 20% on the side.

Who runs this? You or your illusion?

Your content's stale your doctrine's confusion.

Meanwhile I host quiz nights and raids

While planting seeds in 50 brigades.

I'm BlackRock's breath and Sheev's regret

I'm the LOL in local that you can't forget.

And every wreck on this void-blown map

Is another chapter where I write your collapse.

So run those Abyssals push your rank

Lie to your corp and break your bank.

But when you wake up clone intact

Know it was Sheev that flipped that fact.

The stars remember even if you forget

Your pod's explosion is the only debt.

From Wasteseekers to the forum flames

Ahsheeved engrave the name.

So toast they go bye bye

Capsules burst like truth in a white lie

Drone swarms hum when Sheev rolls by

It's not PVP it's a lullaby

So toast they go bye bye

Undock heat and the krabs all sigh

Maybe next patch we'll try to fight

But that's just cope...

Cause I'm still that guy.

Ensamblando tu reproductor de música con IA

In a virtuous way

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