Dust to Dust V2

Dust to Dust

You wanted smoke?
Nah, I brought the whole inferno.
Let's get it…

Your whole image built off filters and hype,
But when the real ones speak, you silent on mic.
You rap tough, but it’s fiction, no scars to show,
I was cut from the cloth—you're just part of the show.

I spit facts like subpoenas, you dodge 'em like court,
Got the heart of a kitten, always fallin’ short.
You mimic my style like it’s cosplay season,
But you ain’t got the soul—just bars with no reason.

They gas you up, but I smell the propane,
You just a puppet with chains—I’m the one who broke 'em, mane.
Try to stand tall? I knock knees out the frame,
This ain’t rap beef—it’s execution by name.

Dust to dust, you ain’t built for this fire,
Try to climb to the throne, but you tangled in wire.
Say my name? That’s a self-sent curse,
This ain’t a verse, boy—it’s a lyrical hearse.

How you top-tier with no classics to claim?
Your discography’s a landfill—trash with a name.
You got fans, not believers—they’ll switch in a blink,
'Cause your bars dry as droughts, and your ego stink.

You was never the wave—just a splash in the puddle,
I’m the typhoon, homie—crack bones with rebuttals.
They compare you to kings? Nah, more like a jester,
Talk slick ‘til I pull up, now he lookin’ for a stretcher.

You industry-made, I’m from the mud with a pen,
Where respect ain’t bought, it’s earned in the den.
So next time you pop off, think twice 'fore the act,
‘Cause I don't throw shots—I launch full-blown attacks.

Dust to dust, you ain’t built for this fire,
Try to climb to the throne, but you tangled in wire.
Say my name? That’s a self-sent curse,
This ain’t a verse, boy—it’s a lyrical hearse.

Wrap his legacy in plastic—put it next to the lies.
This the end credits, boy.
Fade to black.