Dead Shady

Yeah…

You was the GOAT, now you just ghost

Tryna keep up with the wave, but you sink like a post

Yo Marshall… this ain't 2003

You not scary no more, you just scary to be

Old man still tryna rap fast, that’s cap

A hundred syllables a bar, but where the real impact?

Used to be ill, now you just ill with the act

You ain't Slim, you frail — mic heavy on your back

You dropped Revival — we revived after sleepin’

Every track sound like therapy, bro, who you preachin'?

Talkin’ 'bout trauma, but ain't no more feels

Just bars on bars with no soul, just skills

You hate on the new wave, call us all “mumble”

But you sound like a lecture with a permanent grumble

Can’t vibe to your tracks, ain't no bounce in your flow

You spit for the mirror, not the crowd at the show

You dead, Shady, ain’t no crown on ya head

We don’t care ’bout your raps, we just scroll past instead

Yeah you paved the way — respect where it's due

But you stuck in the past, and the present ain’t you

Dead, Shady, yeah you lost all the fire

Now you rhyme like a bot, no pain, no desire

We outside, while you still tryna rhyme "orange"

Ironic — now you the one sounding foreign

You dissed MGK and he went pop, that's facts

Dissed Tyler, Earl, tryna stay relevant with raps

But the realest knew — you was slippin’ for a while

No grit in your tone, no venom in ya smile

You don’t drop bombs, you drop essays in rhyme

Eight-minute verses with no punches, just time

Your daughter grown up, but you still stuck in the booth

Talkin’ like you got beef, but you battlin' youth

Go battle your ego, not the kids on the scene

You ain’t feared in the streets, just online on a screen

You ain't Marshall no more — just a name with a plaque

They used to study your flow, now they don’t look back

You dead, Shady, ain't no threat in your pen

You a legend, sure — but not a problem again

Yeah you had the rage — but now it’s just noise

You the dad at the party tryna hang with the boys

Dead, Shady, you ain't drill, you ain’t trap

You ain’t got the hunger, you just got a plaque

We respect the past, but we bury the old

This the new cold world, and your verses ain't bold

Used to battle in alleys, now you battle your pride

You was dark and twisted, now you sanitized

No one fears a verse when the soul ain’t inside

You rhyme for the critics, but your spirit done died

We ain’t dissin’ your legacy, that still holds weight

But legends fall too — and you past your fate

You got Grammys and Oscars, but lost the streets

And no award gon’ save you from real MCs

So drop that mic and fade with grace

Before someone younger come eat your face

Shady died, this a funeral beat

And we drillin’ that name six feet deep

“Long live the legend, but legends can rot too.”