Exit Strategy

Exit Strategy

You wanted a challenge...
But now you’re face to face with a guillotine.
It’s your turn.

You ain’t built for this—you’re a ghost in the wind,
A one-hit wonder with a counterfeit grin.
You front like you’re real, but I see all the cracks,
I’m the thunder in the booth, you just talkin' through the gaps.

I dissect your persona with surgical precision,
Exposing fake kings on a permanent mission.
You ain’t a titan, you a mannequin in a store,
Posing for likes while your soul hits the floor.

They told you to flex—now look at the price,
I’m the truth in your face while you play with your ice.
You ain't built from struggle, just borrowed fame,
I speak pain in bars that will never be the same.

I see through your hustle—it's a flash in the night,
I spit darkness that’ll bury your light.
You signed with the devil but you never read the clause,
Now you stuck in this game with no hope, no cause.

I’m the architect of your demise in 16 bars,
You rap with a budget, I speak with the stars.
You think you on top—but you trapped in the hole,
I step in the booth and the world feel the toll.

Your metaphors weak—your hooks just filler,
Your career on a tightrope—watch me pull the trigger.
I don’t need to guess, I just read you like a script,
Now your whole catalog getting flipped.

So what’s next? You gonna tweet or retreat?
I take souls in silence—you just take defeat.
I’m the end of your line, the end of your reign,
I’m the hurricane that wipe out your name.

You lost in the sauce—you ain't ever had flavor,
I’m the real-life force, you just a flavor to savor.
You sold your soul for a slice of the pie,
Now I’m here to burn it all and watch it die.

This is a death note, no eulogy required,
Your empire's crumbled, you the ghost they admired.
I came to close doors—no comebacks, no tricks,
Now you rest in the silence of these final six.

You thought you could win.
But I just made your exit…
Complete.