No Rematch V2

No Rematch

You stepped in the ring,
But you ain’t ready for the fight.
This is your last round.
And trust me, you won’t survive this night.

You’re a ghost in the game, faded and pale,
A shadow of a rapper who can’t leave a trail.
You talk like you’re tough, but you built on a bluff,
I’m the truth in the booth—your whole persona’s a puff.

You copy the greats but you don’t know the pain,
You just wear a mask, tryin' to ride their name.
But when the mic's in my hands, I send a different sound,
I’m the earthquake that shakes when you’re buried underground.

They call you king? Nah, that throne's been stolen,
I’m the storm that hit, and your reign’s been broken.
Every bar I drop got you callin’ for help,
While I resurrect the ghosts you stole for yourself.

You a puppet on strings, just a face in the crowd,
I’m the beast with the mic, and you ain’t allowed.
You flex with a mask, I flex with the truth,
Your whole career’s a front—I’m the one on the roof.

You ain't speakin’ real, you just mimic the fake,
I’m the origin of greatness, you just copy and break.
Every move you make, I’m five steps ahead,
I’m the last thing you’ll hear before you drop dead.

Your lines are weak, your rhyme schemes are soft,
I’m the hurricane blast, while you just cough.
You think you a threat? Nah, just a joke in disguise,
I’m the coldest execution, watch your career die.

They call you a legend, but legends don’t fold,
You built your empire on lies and gold.
I take down giants with a flick of the wrist,
While you struggle to even exist.

You sold your soul, now you stuck with the chains,
But I’m the fire that burns through your claims.
Every track you drop is just noise in the air,
I drop heat that makes legends stop and stare.

You can’t compete with a force like me,
I’m the real king—you're just a wannabe.
Your time is up, your shine’s been dimmed,
I’m the end of your road, the last of your hymns.

It’s over.
Your career? Gone.
And trust—there’s no rematch.