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Final Trick

Hip-Hop/Rap2024

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Final Trick è stato pubblicato il 3 settembre 2024 da Saips Records come parte dell'album Final Trick - Single

AlbumFinal Trick - Single

3 settembre 2024

EtichettaSaips Records

LinguaEnglish

BPM101

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

PANORAMICA

TESTI

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Yo, Houdini? More like you vanished, you clown,

Tryin' to stunt, but you crashed, can't keep your ass around.

Dropped that trash, but Slim's already cold,

Buried your own name while beggin' for gold.

Guess who's back? Man, nobody gives a fuck,

You're talkin' tricks, but your style straight sucks.

"Abra-abracadabra"? Yeah, right, bro,

Your career's the only thing goin' up in smoke, though.

Dragged Pete Davidson like that's a big move?

But all I hear's crickets, your shit don't groove.

Talkin' 'bout your younger self like it's somethin' slick,

But you're stuck in the past, still jerkin' to old hits.

You call it Houdini? Where's the fuckin' magic?

Tryna revive your name but it's straight-up tragic.

Think you're legendary? Nah, that's long gone,

Shady's a corpse, and your magic's done, son.

You spit "Guess who's back?" like we give a damn,

But you've been runnin' in circles, stale as canned ham.

Throwin' back to "Without Me"? That's weak-ass déjà vu,

Ain't nobody tryna hear 2002 you.

Dissin' Dre, dissin' Paul, you even dissed your own blood,

You sound more pathetic than a washed-up dud.

"Big as RuPaul?" Bruh, what the hell was that?

Reachin' for shock, but you fell flat.

Dropped Megan Thee Stallion for some cheap-ass clout,

But even that flop couldn't pull your ass out.

Houdini? Nah, you're trapped in the past,

A trickless magician, your legacy won't last.

You call it Houdini? Where's the goddamn flair?

Tryna come back, but nobody cares.

Legend? Please, that shit's long dead,

You're just a ghost still fuckin' with your own head.

And now you sold out to Fortnite, for real?

Guess you needed that cash 'cause your career can't heal.

Put your face on a skin, tryin' to act tough,

But even in the game, man, you ain't rough enough.

From battle raps to fightin' kids online,

You swapped bars for skins, damn, how you declined.

You ruled the mic, now you're just a meme,

Sellin' out for the checks in a corporate scheme.

You dragged Benzino, Ja, and even MGK,

But now, Marshall, what's left to say?

You built your whole rep on others' fame,

Now you're the one gettin' played in this game.

"I am whatever you say I am"? Fuck no,

You're a washed-up has-been, livin' too slow.

You cried 'bout the FCC, cryin' 'bout bein' censored,

Now it's your own relevance that's been butchered.

Go ahead, "lose yourself" in the moment, yeah, sure,

But that moment's long gone, you ain't hot no more.

You said you'd make your career disappear, now it's clear,

'Cause every time you spit, we're like, "get outta here."

You were feared, now you're just a joke,

"Good luck, you're on your own"—bro, you fuckin' choked.

For your "last trick," thought you'd vanish in the smoke,

But no one noticed—ain't nobody broke.

Your alter ego's dead, it collapsed with a crash,

This ain't a comeback, man, it's just your final fuckin' trash.

Written by: Filip Sipos

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