
Still Here
Male rap vocals should be delivered with vicious intensity, using tight, rapid-fire syllable patterns and aggressive consonant snaps. Vocal energy should erupt from calm to explosive without warning, using growls, snarled peaks, and psycho-taunting whispers between bars. Keep the main vocal dry, loud, and center-focused, with light doubles only on the hardest punchlines. Ad-libs should sound feral: grunts, breaths, mutters. Beat must stay minimal but hostile: sharp boom-bap drums, sub-heavy bass, stabbing piano or string hits, and a dark, empty atmosphere around the vocals. Mix should remain studio-clean, no crackle, with bright midrange detail to make every violent syllable cut through the track.

Still Here
Male rap vocals should be delivered with vicious intensity, using tight, rapid-fire syllable patterns and aggressive consonant snaps. Vocal energy should erupt from calm to explosive without warning, using growls, snarled peaks, and psycho-taunting whispers between bars. Keep the main vocal dry, loud, and center-focused, with light doubles only on the hardest punchlines. Ad-libs should sound feral: grunts, breaths, mutters. Beat must stay minimal but hostile: sharp boom-bap drums, sub-heavy bass, stabbing piano or string hits, and a dark, empty atmosphere around the vocals. Mix should remain studio-clean, no crackle, with bright midrange detail to make every violent syllable cut through the track.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Still here bitches, wipe your mouths, you’ve been talking too slick
All that “maybe he’s gone” shit turned sour real quick
I took weeks off the grid, you got nervous like a snitch
Now I’m back swinging axes through your skulls till they split
Heard you whisper that I quit, heard you praying for that day
Heard you telling all your buddies that I finally slid away
Like I folded from the pressure, like I rotted into clay
But I was loading ammunition while you posted every day
I don’t dip, I reload
I don’t fade, I explode
I don’t wander off the map, I drag the map through the snow
I don’t leave, I lay low
Then I storm when it’s time
Now I’m back like a court case you can’t outrun in your prime
I’ve been watching every fake smile melt off your face
Every “maybe he’s done” post aged quick like disgrace
You ain’t ready for the monster I rebuilt in your place
I’m the famine, I’m the riot, I’m the fire through your base
Pre-Hook
You wanted silence… I wanted victims.
Hook
Still here bitches, still ripping these stitches
Still carving up egos just to feed my ambitions
Still here bitches, still stomping you vicious
Thought I was gone? Nah you wish, superstitious
Verse 2
I stepped back, let the rumors rot, let you celebrate death
You were dancing on my silence like you stole my last breath
But I rise like a curse you can’t break with your threats
I’m the shadow in your hallway pulling knives from the vents
You ain’t never had a villain hit your circle like me
You ain’t built for this aggression, you ain’t ready to bleed
I’ll drag every single critic through the mud on my feed
Till they choke on their own words like they swallowed concrete
Let me talk to all you leeches that’ve doubted my name
For every whisper that I left I’ve got a counter in flame
For every comment that I died I’ve got a round in the frame
And I’ll unload it in your ego till you limp from the shame
I don’t play with petty bitches, I don’t argue with kids
I don’t fuel your little gossip, I don’t match what you did
I just sit back sharpening every syllable’s edge
Then I lunge for your throat like revenge was a pledge
I’ve been biding my time, boy I’ve been taking my aim
You’ve been hoping that I quit, I’ve been plotting your pain
You were cheering when I fell quiet, now I’m back unrestrained
And I’ll tear your whole persona from your skull like a chain
Hook
Still here bitches, still ripping these stitches
Still carving up egos just to feed my ambitions
Still here bitches, still stomping you vicious
Thought I was gone? Nah you wish, superstitious
Verse 3
I’m the ghost of your comfort, I’m the crack in your code
I’m the voice in your vent grinning “welcome back to the show”
I’m the fist to your temple when you step in the glow
I’m the message in your inbox spelling out your new low
I don’t vanish, motherfucker, I just stalk from the dark
Let your confidence inflate till it tears you apart
Let you taste a tiny win till it poisons your heart
Then I crash back in your world like a meteor spark
I’ve been watching you rehearse all your weak-ass lines
Talking big behind a screen with your cheap-ass rhymes
Now I’m here to cut you down with my teeth and spine
Till your whole damn body trembles like "please be kind"
Hell no, bitch, I’m ruthless, I’m amused by your cries
Every fake flex you posted was a funeral in disguise
I’m the storm you never predict, the blade under your lies
I’ll rip the soul from your chest just to watch the surprise
Hook
Still here bitches, still ripping these stitches
Still carving up egos just to feed my ambitions
Still here bitches, still stomping you vicious
Thought I was gone? Nah you wish, superstitious
Outro
“You didn’t want me gone…
You wanted me harmless.
And I ain’t either.”
