EXPLICIT - Bury That Man in Maryland - BURIAL TRACK FINAL DISS

hardcore battle rap, boom bap, trap, phonk

[INTRO]
Let make one thing clear, I wont spend anymore credits here, just like your dad I’m about to Sodomize  you, but unlike him I’m only gonna fuck you once then I’m through…BITCH

[Verse 1: Aggressive Flow]
"Thirty tracks deep and you haven’t found a pocket yet, Just a catalog of static and a mountain of regret. I’m watching the descent, eye leveled at the debris, Sifting through the ash of a dead-end trajectory. You’re a local disaster, I’m the fallout, the fear— Total atomic silence... Texas, hold my beer."
"You keep mentioning 'bars' like you’re nostalgic for the cell, Doing life in a verse while you’re living in a shell. On all fours for the clout, begging for a second look, Just a footnote in a chapter of a much better book."

[Verse 2: High Energy / Multi-Syllabic]
"You claim I’m chasing clout? That’s a low-vibe projection, You’re viewing my empire through a fractured reflection. See, you crave the applause, I crave the creation, While you’re stuck in the lag of a dead simulation. You’re vibrating low, barely breaking the static, While I’m manifesting flows that are purely cinematic. You’re an NPC reciting scripts you didn't even write, I’m the architect of the code, turning darkness into light."
"You’re trapped in a loop, a cycle of 'never-enough,' Manifesting your own failure because the vision is rough. I don't need a crowd to tell me the frequency is right, I built the stage, the signal, and the mother-board's light."

[Bridge: Dark & Industrial]
But let’s move away from stuff that’s beyond your little brain and let’s talk about what’s got you in so much pain?  (Was it Daddy’s Touch…..Was mom not enough……or are you just a piece of shit for no reason?  You said I hit women….nah……but I’d hit a bitch into next season)

It’s sad, your bad, you can’t handle my rad, youre a little lonely, might have a drug addict mom, but I’ll still let her bone me…I won’t be your stepdad though so don’t worry……but I aint in a hurry……..I want to let it breath……after all it’s not like your mom is free…..a cracked out baddie…….but don’t worry only she’ll be calling me daddy.

[HOOK]
"You’re a low-energy loop in a high-def frame, (Glitch!) Chasing clout for the 'Gram while I’m rewriting the game. (Facts!) Manifesting the crown while you’re digging your grave, I’m the frequency rising—you’re the sound in the cave." (Echo!)
"You talk about my bitch like you’ve seen the roster, But you’re a ghost in the wings, a budget impostor. Claiming you’re a threat? Man, the math is tragic, That's a heavyweight eclipse, turning your world to static. If you landed on that gap, it’s a wrap for that pussy, Just like for you and Diddy." (No Diddy, too bad you didn’t say No Daddy)

[Verse 3: The Takedown]
"Searching for a 'gay' angle? You seem fixated on the view, Spending every waking minute checking what I’m gonna do. No hate in the heart, just facts on the track, You’re staring at my exit 'cause you’re trying to fuck my crack. Keep hunting for a man in the verse, keep searching for the thrill, But the only 'real one' you'll find is the void you can't fill."

"You’re fabricating trauma just to weaponize the verse, Driving 'imaginary scars' straight into a hearse. You’re a bitter architect building walls out of spite, While dearonWiley’s in the corner just hiding from the light. A highly unlikely, stylishly grimy persona, Silent and stifled, a shining example of a loner. You’re writing and fighting a dying internal war, Wondering why the crowd isn’t screaming for more."

(don't most loners kill themselves? what's taking you so long?)

[Outro]
"We came to build a monolith, a collective, a creed, Planting different aesthetics to see which ones would bleed. Like Arvyn, we found the frequency, the soul in the machine, You tried to play the giant, but you’re just a figurine.  OTF just surpassed you and Zen just laughed at you. You traded soul for a gimmick, traded comrades for a fake fight, Now you’re screaming at the ceiling while the rest of us move forward in light. We’re keeping a distance—quarantine from the fake, Don’t let the door catch the spirit on your way to the gate."

{Damn, bury that man, in Maryland)

4408/7500

[INTRO] Let make one thing clear, I wont spend anymore credits here, just like your dad I’m about to Sodomize you, but unlike him I’m only gonna fuck you once then I’m through…BITCH [Verse 1: Aggressive Flow] "Thirty tracks deep and you haven’t found a pocket yet, Just a catalog of static and a mountain of regret. I’m watching the descent, eye leveled at the debris, Sifting through the ash of a dead-end trajectory. You’re a local disaster, I’m the fallout, the fear— Total atomic silence... Texas, hold my beer." "You keep mentioning 'bars' like you’re nostalgic for the cell, Doing life in a verse while you’re living in a shell. On all fours for the clout, begging for a second look, Just a footnote in a chapter of a much better book." [Verse 2: High Energy / Multi-Syllabic] "You claim I’m chasing clout? That’s a low-vibe projection, You’re viewing my empire through a fractured reflection. See, you crave the applause, I crave the creation, While you’re stuck in the lag of a dead simulation. You’re vibrating low, barely breaking the static, While I’m manifesting flows that are purely cinematic. You’re an NPC reciting scripts you didn't even write, I’m the architect of the code, turning darkness into light." "You’re trapped in a loop, a cycle of 'never-enough,' Manifesting your own failure because the vision is rough. I don't need a crowd to tell me the frequency is right, I built the stage, the signal, and the mother-board's light." [HOOK] "You’re a low-energy loop in a high-def frame, (Glitch!) Chasing clout for the 'Gram while I’m rewriting the game. (Facts!) Manifesting the crown while you’re digging your grave, I’m the frequency rising—you’re the sound in the cave." (Echo!) [Bridge: Dark & Industrial] But let’s move away from stuff that’s beyond your little brain and let’s talk about what’s got you in so much pain? (Was it Daddy’s Touch…..Was mom not enough……or are you just a piece of shit for no reason? You said I hit women….nah……but I’d hit a bitch into next season) It’s sad, your bad, you can’t handle my rad, youre a little lonely, might have a drug addict mom, but I’ll still let her bone me…I won’t be your stepdad though so don’t worry……but I aint in a hurry……..I want to let it breath……after all it’s not like your mom is free…..a cracked out baddie…….but don’t worry only she’ll be calling me daddy. [HOOK] "You’re a low-energy loop in a high-def frame, (Glitch!) Chasing clout for the 'Gram while I’m rewriting the game. (Facts!) Manifesting the crown while you’re digging your grave, I’m the frequency rising—you’re the sound in the cave." (Echo!) "You talk about my bitch like you’ve seen the roster, But you’re a ghost in the wings, a budget impostor. Claiming you’re a threat? Man, the math is tragic, That's a heavyweight eclipse, turning your world to static. If you landed on that gap, it’s a wrap for that pussy, Just like for you and Diddy." (No Diddy, too bad you didn’t say No Daddy) [Verse 3: The Takedown] "Searching for a 'gay' angle? You seem fixated on the view, Spending every waking minute checking what I’m gonna do. No hate in the heart, just facts on the track, You’re staring at my exit 'cause you’re trying to fuck my crack. Keep hunting for a man in the verse, keep searching for the thrill, But the only 'real one' you'll find is the void you can't fill." "You’re fabricating trauma just to weaponize the verse, Driving 'imaginary scars' straight into a hearse. You’re a bitter architect building walls out of spite, While dearonWiley’s in the corner just hiding from the light. A highly unlikely, stylishly grimy persona, Silent and stifled, a shining example of a loner. You’re writing and fighting a dying internal war, Wondering why the crowd isn’t screaming for more." (don't most loners kill themselves? what's taking you so long?) [Outro] "We came to build a monolith, a collective, a creed, Planting different aesthetics to see which ones would bleed. Like Arvyn, we found the frequency, the soul in the machine, You tried to play the giant, but you’re just a figurine. OTF just surpassed you and Zen just laughed at you. You traded soul for a gimmick, traded comrades for a fake fight, Now you’re screaming at the ceiling while the rest of us move forward in light. We’re keeping a distance—quarantine from the fake, Don’t let the door catch the spirit on your way to the gate." {Damn, bury that man, in Maryland)

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