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Fatality
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fatality wurde am 28. Juni 2025 von Black Hoodie Records als Teil des Albums Error 404 veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum28. Juni 2025
LabelBlack Hoodie Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM85

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
QWillis
QWillis
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
QWillis
QWillis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
QWillis
QWillis
Producer
Lorenzo Di Salvio
Lorenzo Di Salvio
Co-Producer

Songtexte

Yeah
Yeah
Heard your last track felt like nap time
Four disses deep and not one had a backbone flatline
Your name's Sneaky? More like slippery slope
Every bar you wrote is a joke a slippery note in a symphony broke
I'm the ghost in your attic the glitch in your system
You the type to go"live" with a filter an' then diss 'em
You rap like you skip lunch no weight in your punches
I snap like bear traps crackbacks in bunches
I'm the mirror to your flaws reflection of your panic
Every track you spit's a tragic sitcom mechanic
Actin' hard but your voice sound like puberty hurts
Whole career look like a blooper reel bloated with merch
You dropped"Next Round?"? Bro that's not intimidation
That's a cry for help wrapped in a bad imitation
You the 42nd rapper to try me and get rocked
Name yourself a number 'cause identity's blocked
I'm a landmine with a pen, better tread like monks
You a punchline away from beggin' YouTube for chunks
I split atoms with syllables, bomb with decimals
You dribble little riddles I ripple through your ventricles
You're fishin' for a buzz but your bait is too cheap
I'm shark-infested ink draggin' bodies through these beats
Say you cold? I'm cryogenic flows in deep sleep
You just weak like AI tryin' to freestyle off beat
I'm the glitch in the code the static in your earbuds
You the dude who freestyle in the mirror with the tear floods
I'm surgical, open you up with a verse
You write like a diary I write like a hearse
Your name next to mine like chalk lines to Goliath
Your flow's artificial, like them streams that you buyin
All bark no bite just bark in tight loops
You couldn't land a punch if I stood in your booth
Your verses worse than your whole discography
You bite flows like piracy, I'm live lobotomy
Your brain's on dial-up I'm fiber optic prophecy
You flex in the mirror I flex in mythology
Claim that you real? Kid your mic got trust issues
Your bars limp like pencils dipped in tissues
Your wordplay's flatline your cadence is a landslide
Every"Next Round?" you drop's just suicide hand-tied
You drop heat? Nah that's microwave filler
I'm the storm in the booth, bar-for-bar blood spiller
I snap spines in rhyme time X-ray your mask
All I see's a scared kid tryna cosplay as Cass
I dissect your verses like I'm pre-med with a grudge
You a TikTok threat, I'm a war drum judge
I ghostwrite your nightmares sleepwalk your shame
You the typo in rap I'm the editor's flame
I'm the pulse in the silence the grin on your downfall
You spit like you're sober but sound like a drunk call
You chase clout like a sim chasin' Wi-Fi
I blow minds like land mines in drive-bys
Yeah
Huh
I'm done
Written by: David Willis
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