Obituary Flow

Obituary Flow

You poked the wrong beast, lil' man...
This ain’t rap—it’s your lyrical funeral.
Hope you brought a eulogy.

You ain’t real, just a glitch in the algorithm,
Fake streams, ghostwriters—yeah, I outmatch the system.
You talk legacy? Please, I’m the ink in the scrolls,
You a TikTok rapper—here today, gone in scrolls.

I don’t throw shade—I eclipse careers,
You drop mid every time, I drop nuclear fears.
Your catalog's cotton—soft, light, forgettable,
I’m granite with the pen, every line unforgettable.

I don't diss, I dismantle—this that obituary flow,
Put your name in a verse, and that’s the end of the show.
You a blip, I’m the storm, I don’t do this for clout,
You called for war? Now I’m here—time to take the trash out.

You flex chains, I break 'em—I’m Nat Turner with verbs,
You tweet tough, then go ghost—ha, that’s for the birds.
Mentioned my name? That’s suicide by mic,
I don’t write bars—I craft your last rites.

You mimic legends, I birth 'em with flow,
You a sequel no one asked for—I’m the original glow.
They cheer you ‘cause they bored, not ‘cause you elite,
I'm the reason your fans question your whole heartbeat.

I don't diss, I dismantle—this that obituary flow,
Put your name in a verse, and that’s the end of the show.
You a blip, I’m the storm, I don’t do this for clout,
You called for war? Now I’m here—time to take the trash out.

Don’t ever come at gods with mortal bars again.
Your fifteen’s over...
Now you just a footnote in someone else’s legend.