88 Records - Lunch Table Funeral

rap, Aggressive early-2000s Detroit battle-rap cypher: male vocals over crunchy, swung boom-bap drums and grimy, looping bass, Detuned piano stabs poke between bar lines; verses ride tight double-time pockets with sudden half-time drops on key punchlines, Hook hits like a gang chant with stacked shouts, call-and-response, and filtered intro; each chorus ends on a dramatic tape-stop into dead air for impact, male vocals [Intro] [filtered, phone-line vocal] Passed on the torch, you just passed on the work Dog, your whole catalog cap, every track, every word This that lunch table funeral, cafeteria church Say grace for your career, then we shovel the dirt (amen) [Verse 1] Big mouth, lil résumé Whole crew cosplay, anime I seen tougher talk On a "have a nice day" candy tray You the type post quotes Same ones that your opps wrote I’m the type close throats Half bar, whole note Walk in, static in the air You tweet polls, I poll the street, they don’t care Whole discog lookin' like a dare gone wrong Only time you go platinum is a vape in your palm I don’t argue on apps I just circle the map If it’s pressure, I’m a dentist Put this drill in your cap You ain’t never had to scrap You debate in the chat I got homies beat a case They don’t even like rap You rehearsin' your rage I’m reversin' your plays That lil tough-guy arc Gettin' cut in the fade You a background blur I’m a close-up frame Same hood, same block But a whole new game [Chorus] This that lunch table funeral, heads down, moment of silence (shh) We don’t do threats in the comments, we do 'em live in the violence (yeah) Whole squad stomp on the beat, every step, every side of the island (stomp, stomp) Tape-stop, body just drops—crowd go quiet, then wildin' This that lunch table funeral, hands up, hail to the tyrant (woo) You just typed out tough, we typed out names on indictments Whole squad stomp on the beat, every step, every side of the island (hey) Tape-stop, body just drops—crowd go quiet, then wildin' [Verse 2] You don’t rap, you recap Screenshot, decap Whole life on recap I just let the receipt slap You got brand new shoes Still run from the truth I got hand-me-down scars Still run through your crew Say you lit? prove it Not a clip, you the movie Whole plot, all cap Every frame, all goofy You got "bro" in your bio But no bro in your corner I got lifers at the spot That treat my word like a order Talk tough, voice shaky Knees weak, lil baby Say you slid, I was outside I ain’t see you, you lazy You just rush to a trend I just rush to the end Every verse, closed casket Every bar, dead friend I don’t rap for a like I rap last rites Name ring two blocks Yours ring back twice I’m the rumor they confirm When they ask who's sick You the rumor they forget By the Uber trip [Chorus] This that lunch table funeral, heads down, moment of silence (shh) We don’t do threats in the comments, we do 'em live in the violence (yeah) Whole squad stomp on the beat, every step, every side of the island (stomp, stomp) Tape-stop, body just drops—crowd go quiet, then wildin' This that lunch table funeral, hands up, hail to the tyrant (hail) You just typed out tough, we typed out names on indictments Whole squad stomp on the beat, every step, every side of the island (hey) Tape-stop, body just drops—crowd go quiet, then silent... #hiphop #hiphopbeats #hiphopmusic #rap #rapmusic