How I killed OOh.. and Moonlight AFK

 Part 1
(Beat drops — heavy bass, street lights flicker)

Yo, Moonlight AFK, where’s my pay? 
Four mil deep, you been ghostin’ for days. 
Zippy Kid rollin’ up, shades in the night, 
Talkin’ ‘bout love and revenge in the moonlight. 

He said, “I gave you beats, I gave you fame, 
Now you playin’ hide;and;seek with my name?” 
Moonlight laughed — “Bro, I’m AFK!” 
Zippy said, “Nah, you’ll pay today.” 

Bang of the rhyme, not a crime, just a vibe, 
Street legends talk, but it’s all in rhyme. 
Now angels sing in autotune skies, 
Moonlight’s gone, but the beat never dies. 

(Outro) 
Zippy Kid countin’ stacks in the mist, 
Moonlight’s ghost still drops a diss. 
It’s gangsta, it’s cosmic, it’s all in jest — 
Love and debt, eternal quest.

Moonlight AFK is dead

 Part 2
(Beat kicks in — heavy bass, street sirens echo)

Yo, Ooh was chillin’, countin’ stacks in the shade, 
Zippy Kid called — “Where’s my pay, bro, you late!” 
Eight mil deep, that’s a cosmic debt, 
Ooh said, “Man, I’m broke!” — Zippy said, “Bet.” 

They met at midnight, under neon rain, 
Ooh tried to rhyme his way outta pain. 
Zippy laughed — “You got style, but no dough,” 
Then dropped a beat so hard it stole the show. 

Bang of the rhyme, not a crime, just a joke, 
Street legends talk, but it’s all smoke. 
Now Ooh’s ghost drops bars from the sky, 
“Zippy Kid, you still fly — I can’t lie.” 

(Outro) 
Eight mil gone, but the beat’s still tight, 
Ooh and Zippy Kid jam in the afterlife. 
It’s gangsta, it’s comic, it’s pure satire — 
Debt paid in rhythm, not gunfire.

 Ooh is dead