No Resurrection V2

No Resurrection

I ain’t just responding.
I’m removing you from rap history.
Let's begin…

You was never a threat, just noise in the static,
Built your name off hype, all surface—no magic.
You mimic every style like a parrot with a chain,
But your pen game trash, couldn’t script your own name.

You say you a beast? Nah, you barely a bark,
I leave rappers in chalk, you just play in the dark.
I heard your last joint—bro, I slept through the verse,
You rap like your heart ain’t connected to the words.

This is war with a scholar, get your armor cracked,
Every bar that I spit? That’s a heart attack.
You a glitch in the code—I’m the system reset,
Mention me again? Better come with respect.

This that “No Resurrection,” this your permanent fade,
You stepped in the lion’s den, now you sleep where you laid.
I don’t diss for fun—I dissect and erase,
Now your buzz six feet, buried under disgrace.

You flex for the ‘Gram, I flex through the craft,
You a post with a filter—I’m the mirror that laughs.
Your chain heavy, but your soul real light,
I bring a blade to the booth, leave your pride in the mic.

Labels gave you a look, now you think you elite?
But you got ghostwriters—ain’t no pride in that seat.
You not a boss, just a well-paid mascot,
Tryna wear king shoes with knock-off rap stock.

This is lyrical carnage, every rhyme a grenade,
You in the booth prayin’ I don’t mention your name.
But I just did—so now it’s too late,
You just a demo gone wrong—I’m the full mixtape.

This that “No Resurrection,” this your permanent fade,
You stepped in the lion’s den, now you sleep where you laid.
I don’t diss for fun—I dissect and erase,
Now your buzz six feet, buried under disgrace.

You called on a god, got struck by the thunder.
A moment of silence…
Nah, never mind—you not worth the honor.