Ashes Over Applause V2

Ashes Over Applause

You thought this was rap?
Nah.
This is a dissection.
You came for fame…
I came to leave ashes.

I don’t reply, I revive old flames,
Watch careers turn ghost when I etch their names.
You speak in subs, I speak in tombstone fonts,
While your verse play pretend, mine forever haunts.

You trend for a day, I write like a prophet,
Every line a nail—hope your ego can top it.
Your crew cheer loud, but your soul sound faint,
I rap in murals, you rap in complaint.

You a child in a lion's den, tryna throw roars,
I'm the silence before storms that levels all floors.
Keep playin’ with fire, you gon’ melt on sight,
This is literature with blades—wrapped tight in spite.

You want applause, I bring you ashes,
You write for likes, I craft disasters.
This ain’t no rap—it’s your final clause,
The crowd stood up...
But I left you in ashes over applause.

How many bars you got before the truth breaks in?
I don’t punch—I peel back your skin.
You mask insecurity with borrowed pride,
But even your shadow ashamed to ride.

I’m not here to out-bar, I outlast,
You chasing moments—I’m built to surpass.
Ain’t no pen like mine—this is martyr-made,
You rap for clout—I rap like a blade in a braid.

You laughed with your squad till the beat turned cold,
Now they ain’t around, just silence and fold.
Every move you make now echoes regret,
You asked for my name…
I gave you debt.

You want applause, I bring you ashes,
You write for likes, I craft disasters.
This ain’t no rap—it’s your final clause,
The crowd stood up...
But I left you in ashes over applause.

You ain’t ready for the weight of a real reply,
I saw your whole career in a blink—and let it die.
You spark with gimmicks—I burn with purpose,
You write to be seen—I write beneath the surface.

Your highlights fade, mine light up books,
You fight with hooks—I fight with looks.
Your catalog weak, full of skipped confessions,
Mine filled with wounds that birthed obsessions.

So next time you think you can speak this tall,
Remember this Ether—and the way you fall.
Cuz this wasn't a diss... it was justice, raw—
A flame in your mirror, no applause… just ash on the floor.

You chased the crowd...
But the silence hit louder.
No encore.
Just ashes.