Name on a Tombstone V2

Name on a Tombstone

You shoulda never said my name.
Now it’s etched in stone.
Not on a plaque…
But a tombstone.

I don’t do rap beef—I do rap burials,
You the lightweight talkin’, I’m the one that’s aerial.
Your catalog weak—your pen got arthritis,
You rap like a glitch, I move like a virus.

You bark with emojis, but never in presence,
I rap with the truth, you rap for acceptance.
You post for applause, I write for the grave,
You tried to throw shade—now you buried by waves.

I’m not just better, I’m what better becomes,
You a replica rapper, I’m where legends come from.
No smoke in your lungs, no weight in your lines,
You a footnote, fam—I’m the verse that defines.

Say my name, you get flames, not fame,
You lit the match, now drown in shame.
I ain't throwin' subs—I'm throwin' stones,
That hit hard enough to carve your tombstone.

All that talk online, now you lookin’ exposed,
You tried to play grown, now your chapter’s closed.
Your squad don’t ride—they vanish on cue,
I make ‘em all ghosts, and I start with you.

You bought your buzz, I bled for mine,
You dress the part—I live in rhyme.
This ain’t no verse, this a eulogy rap,
Every syllable I drop got you losin’ your map.

I’m calm when I kill, I don’t yell or bluff,
Just surgical precision—clean and rough.
You the type to tweet threats, I’m the type to show up,
Leave you facin' your lyrics like: “I really messed up.”

Say my name, you get flames, not fame,
You lit the match, now drown in shame.
I ain't throwin' subs—I'm throwin' stones,
That hit hard enough to carve your tombstone.

You dropped a “diss”? Cool. I didn’t even flinch.
You played checkers—I’m cuttin’ kings by the inch.
You’re not competition, you just filler and fear,
A loud voice online, but no voice in here.

They said you was "next"—I made ‘em all rethink,
Your buzz gone flat—I watched it sink.
This ain’t a rap war—it’s a demolition site,
Where I rebuild the genre, and end your hype.

I don’t gotta respond again—you dead in one take,
Your whole persona? Artificial and fake.
So drop your next track, and pretend you’re bold,
But the only thing lasting…
Is your name on a tombstone.

You wrote a song…
I wrote an ending.
Forever.