Past Tense

—ksshhhhhhhhh—

“…May I have your attention please…”

—ksshhhh POP!

Yeah…

They call you a god?

I call you a fossil.

Let’s go.

You built a throne outta trauma and jokes,

Now you choke on the smoke from the bridges you broke.

Every bar’s recycled, every line’s been chewed,

You just rhyme fast as fuck ‘cause you got nothin’ new.

I’m the nightmare you prayed you’d never inspire,

You lit the match back then — I’m the one with the fire.

You hide behind wordplay, syllables and speed,

But a tongue full of venom can’t hide the need.

You ain’t a monster, you ain’t a king,

You’re a puppet on a stage with a broken string.

Your crown’s just rust, your empire’s fake,

And I’m the hammer that’ll shatter what you tried to make.

You diss every rookie, try to crush what’s next,

But you shook ‘cause the rookies put your ass in check.

You a legend in stories, but a corpse on a mic,

Every verse you spit now just sounds alike.

You addicted to the mirror, to the myth of your past,

To the ghost of a man who was built to last.

But the world’s moved on, yeah, the cycle is clear,

I’m the voice in the void sayin’, “Your time’s here.”

I ain’t impressed by your tongue-tied flows,

That fast-talk trick’s just a clown-ass show.

You spit like a gun, but it’s blanks in the clip,

I bleed truth in a verse, every line’s a hit.

Flights in the night that they never log,

Skeleton closets, your temple’s a fog,

Private little islands, secrets offshore,

Predators feasting behind closed doors.

Contracts dirty like blood on a page,

Puppets performin’ while locked in a cage,

Legends decay in the light of the dawn,

I’m the storm in the system that’s rippin’ the con.

Rap at Mach speed, slash egos with facts,

You’re addicted to fame, I’m addicted to cracks.

Every syllable’s a bullet, every rhyme’s a blade,

And I’ll bury your myth in the bed that you made.

Fuck your crown

Fuck your name

Fuck your ghost

Die in vain you fraudulent pedo.

You ain’t a monster, you ain’t a king (fuck you!)

You’re a puppet on a stage with a broken string (sit down!)

Your crown’s just rust, your empire’s fake (burn it!)

And I’m the hammer that’ll shatter what you tried to make (lights out!)

—ksshhhhhh—

“May I have your attention please… this legend is dead.”

—POP— silence.