Sarcophagus

Everybody is always claiming how they love a rapper
Once they’re dead, they’re gonna bury down the dirt
And rubble, put their body in a coffin, family (?)
There won’t be another (?) on the murals, on the wall
Social media is bullshit as I call it
They don’t get the recognition 'til you’re gone, deceased
People are showing their love in reverse
'Cause they more optimal when you’re no longr the opposition
When you’re covred in earth
And from the body and spirit dispersed
Fully departed, many influential we called artists
Making music, being taken for granted
Disregarted, underrated, overlooked because you’re worth eyes only when life
passes
This prominent, popular, sizzle concoction of gullible followers
Some of us never wanted to be popular
Just to be low-key and fucking anonymous
Falser than comets or rockets in (?)
Taking astronomous, breaking astrologists
The archielogist the wooden scholarship