Track · Jan 5, 2026 · English

Graveyard Stamps

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2:29

Language

English

Lyrics

[Intro]

[low vocal register]

Yeah

Cooley

Stamp work

[Verse 1]

Ink on my hands from the death row letters

Concrete cold, but the mind get better

Graveyard walk, put a name on stone

Press that stamp like I sign my throne

Ghosts from the past keep pullin on sleeves

I don’t run back, I make them believe

Eyes like glass, whole soul glazed

Stride through the dark while the cowards stay caged

Hands in the dirt, that’s roots, that’s proof

Every deep scar is a courtroom truth

I don’t fear fear, I wear it like chains

Then break every link till it scream my name

[Chorus]

Cooley puttin stamps on graves

Every step carve lanes, I pave

If the dead wanna talk, I’ll wait

I been runnin with a glare on my face, that glaze on my gaze

Cooley puttin stamps on graves

Turn pain into power I save

If the past want smoke, I face

I been stridin through the fear, whole frame movin straight

[Verse 2]

Walk through the plot where my old self sleep

Kick that dirt, let the old pain leak

Every regret just fuel, that’s gas

Light that match, let it burn my past

Visit my ghosts like a landlord check

“Rent due, pay with the doubt you kept”

They shake, I step, they fade, I flex

I’m the shadow that your shadow respect

Heart stone hard but the blood still wave

Beat so slow but the will still rave

Run with a glaze in a world this raw

Eyes half closed but I see it all

[Chorus]

Cooley puttin stamps on graves

Every step carve lanes, I pave

If the dead wanna talk, I’ll wait

I been runnin with a glare on my face, that glaze on my gaze

Cooley puttin stamps on graves

Turn pain into power I save

If the past want smoke, I face

I been stridin through the fear, whole frame movin straight

Style

rapmenacing boom-bap with sub-heavy kick and gritty bass dronesparse piano stabs and eerie reversed vocal chops. male vocalsclose-mic’d and dry up front; hook stacks low octave doubles under pitched-up ad-libs. verses stay tense and controlleddrums swing with head-nod weight; chorus widens with dark choir pads and extra percussion hits for a largerintimidating feel.deep

Prompt

Rap deep and intimidating. Cooley putting stamps on graves and visiting ghosts from the past, striding through fear. running with glaze, rap., rap

Credits

Prompt byEpicSample777

GeneratedJan 5, 2026

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