Funeral Service V2

Funeral Service

You thought you was ready.
But this ain’t just bars…
It’s a public execution.

Your legacy weak, built on trends and bots,
I’m the glitch in your matrix, the crack in your plot.
You rap for clicks, I rap to shift the culture,
You a court jester—I’m a lyrical vulture.

You dropped hits? Nah, you dropped the ball,
Talk tough in the booth, but in person you small.
I'm the voice of the streets, you a product of fame,
Say my name in a verse, that’s the end of your name.

I’ve seen kings fall, I’ve watched gods fade,
You just a phase—microwave fame on a paper plate.
Your crew gassed you up, now they ghost in the wind,
I don’t battle rappers—I bury ‘em with a grin.

This your funeral service—black suits, slow drums,
You played with fire now the reaper done come.
You wrote your own ending, thought you was too clever,
Now your name’s in stone—rap’s gone forget you forever.

They crowned you quick, but the crown don’t fit,
You built on lies—I build with grit.
I don’t chase charts, I chart the course,
You rap for applause—I rap with force.

I dissect bars, every word a blade,
You throw weak shots, I launch air raids.
You a gimmick in Gucci, I’m the ghost in the pen,
I end careers in silence—let the record spin.

No PR can fix this, no tweet can save,
Your career in a coffin, I just pissed on the grave.
I gave you ether, now you beg for grace,
But it’s checkmate, sucker—get erased.

This your funeral service—black suits, slow drums,
You played with fire now the reaper done come.
You wrote your own ending, thought you was too clever,
Now your name’s in stone—rap’s gone forget you forever.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
You talked too loud… now silence is just.