Final Breath

9 months ago
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Final Breath

You wanted attention.
Now you got it.
But this ain’t a reply…
It’s your Final Breath.

I’m not here to rap—I’m here to end bloodlines,
You barked at a god, now pay for your rhymes.
I gave you silence, but you begged for smoke,
Now every line I spit wraps tight like a rope.

I don't diss—I dissect, expose your layers,
You rap for applause, I rap like a slayer.
Fake chains, fake streams, your image all plastic,
I spit one verse, and your legacy’s ashes.

You post threats—I compose obituaries,
You a local clown, I’m legendary.
Your voice trembles when you whisper my name,
I'm peace and destruction, wrapped in flame.

This ain’t a battle, this your last request,
No mic check, just your final breath.
You reached too far, now you drown in depth,
This ain’t a song…
This is your final breath.

You a mirror of lies, I reflect with pain,
Every verse I write scars deeper than fame.
You ain’t a threat, just a lesson in pride,
You poked a beast, now the reaper arrived.

They say “let him live”—but I came to teach,
That kings don’t respond, they preach and breach.
Your bars? Soulless. Your truth? A myth.
I wrote this verse with your name in a crypt.

Your crew quiet now—funny how they vanish,
When reality check hits harder than Spanish.
You’re not competition, you’re cautionary tale,
Of a rapper too bold, too soft, too frail.

This ain’t a battle, this your last request,
No mic check, just your final breath.
You reached too far, now you drown in depth,
This ain’t a song…
This is your final breath.

Now breathe slow… feel the silence you begged,
You went viral in tweets, now your dream’s gone dead.
You ain’t got bars, just caps and emojis,
I got wounds from the war, you got likes from phonies.

You aimed at the throne but forgot who sits,
Now you buried beneath every bar I spit.
You ain't a king—you a ghost with a phone,
Tryna play war with a verse made of foam.

So here’s your crown—cardboard, not gold,
You ruled for a week, now your story’s told.
And when they ask what happened, they gon' guess…
You spoke out of turn…
And took your final breath.

No more verses.
No more threats.
Just silence…
And final breath.

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