Ashes Ain’t Enough

Ashes Ain’t Enough

You asked for a war…
Now I’m givin’ you silence…
After the storm.

You ain’t a legend, you a fluke in disguise,
Wrote your bio in lies, now watch truth revise.
They called you next up—I called cap from the jump,
Your whole catalog light, just glitter and pump.

This ain’t hate, this is mirror talk, cut from the stone,
You a trend in the wind—I’m a legacy grown.
Every verse I spit? That’s a wake-up bell,
You rap like you scared your own pen might tell.

You a ghost with a chain, I’m a blade with a beat,
You tweet tough but your heart skip every street.
You ain’t built for war, you a verse away from breakin’,
While I’m cookin’ classics, you reheatin’ fakin’.

See, I don't need features—I body tracks solo,
You need ten co-signs just to post a promo.
Your sound recycled, every flow pre-owned,
I spit lines that cut—yours barely leave a tone.

You from the ‘Net—not the trenches or the cipher,
Claimin’ you a shooter, but you type like a writer.
I checked your resume, it read: “Made in a lab,”
No scars in your story, just emojis and swag.

You sold yourself early, for likes and a chain,
I sold pain in the booth—and got paid in flame.
Don’t compare us—we ain’t from the same stock,
I’m from where they write raps that outline chalk.

Let’s talk impact—your buzz gone cold,
Your numbers inflated, your truth never sold.
You built off clout, I built off pain,
You play for attention—I play to maim.

You the image of a rapper, I’m the soul they forgot,
I bring fear in a verse, you bring props to the spot.
This your final curtain, I’m the voice in the smoke,
Every syllable is pressure—every rhyme is a choke.

So tweet if you want. Sub if you feel brave.
But your rap life’s done—I just carved your grave.
This ain’t beef. This ain’t bars for claps.
This is Ether. You ain't comin’ back.

Ashes ain't enough...
You needed to be erased.