Lyrics
[Intro]
[low vocal register]
Yeah
Cooley
Stamp work
[Verse 1]
Ink on my hands from the death row letters
Concrete cold, but the mind get better
Graveyard walk, put a name on stone
Press that stamp like I sign my throne
Ghosts from the past keep pullin on sleeves
I don’t run back, I make them believe
Eyes like glass, whole soul glazed
Stride through the dark while the cowards stay caged
Hands in the dirt, that’s roots, that’s proof
Every deep scar is a courtroom truth
I don’t fear fear, I wear it like chains
Then break every link till it scream my name
[Chorus]
Cooley puttin stamps on graves
Every step carve lanes, I pave
If the dead wanna talk, I’ll wait
I been runnin with a glare on my face, that glaze on my gaze
Cooley puttin stamps on graves
Turn pain into power I save
If the past want smoke, I face
I been stridin through the fear, whole frame movin straight
[Verse 2]
Walk through the plot where my old self sleep
Kick that dirt, let the old pain leak
Every regret just fuel, that’s gas
Light that match, let it burn my past
Visit my ghosts like a landlord check
“Rent due, pay with the doubt you kept”
They shake, I step, they fade, I flex
I’m the shadow that your shadow respect
Heart stone hard but the blood still wave
Beat so slow but the will still rave
Run with a glaze in a world this raw
Eyes half closed but I see it all
[Chorus]
Cooley puttin stamps on graves
Every step carve lanes, I pave
If the dead wanna talk, I’ll wait
I been runnin with a glare on my face, that glaze on my gaze
Cooley puttin stamps on graves
Turn pain into power I save
If the past want smoke, I face
I been stridin through the fear, whole frame movin straight
Style
rapmenacing boom-bap with sub-heavy kick and gritty bass dronesparse piano stabs and eerie reversed vocal chops. male vocalsclose-mic’d and dry up front; hook stacks low octave doubles under pitched-up ad-libs. verses stay tense and controlleddrums swing with head-nod weight; chorus widens with dark choir pads and extra percussion hits for a largerintimidating feel.deepenglish
Prompt
Rap deep and intimidating. Cooley putting stamps on graves and visiting ghosts from the past, striding through fear. running with glaze, rap., rap
Credits
Prompt bymcooley9
GeneratedJan 5, 2026
ModelZona