[ Song · Hip-Hop/Rap ]

Rap Fame Burnout Rezzy’s Last Flame

Rezzy Flintboy· Nov 9, 2025· 4:06· 29 plays

Yo — it’s Rezzy Flintboy, and this right here is my final drop on what used to be called Rap Fame app and I'm forgetting about that place this is an exposure song of their vileness. But after what I’ve seen, what I’ve lived through on here? Let’s be real — it’s Rap Lame now. This ain’t me backing down. I’m not leavin’ because some troll got to me — I’m leavin’ because I got standards. I’m leavin’ because I respect myself, my culture, and my peace of mind too much to stay on a platform that lets racism, harassment, and hate slide unchecked. You didn’t make me leave — the developers did, by doing nothing while trolls disrespected Native people, mocked Flint’s water crisis, and threw around slurs like “half-breed” and “redskin” like it was comedy. That’s not just offensive — that’s violence with a Wi-Fi signal. And let's get something straight we don't actually have red skin it's called okra paint on our skin it's war paint just like in my album art for this track. I came on here reppin’ Kanien’kehá:ka — the People of the Flint. My name, Rezzy Flintboy, is more than a tag — it’s a legacy. Flint ain’t just a place — it’s a people. You flipped my name into a joke? I flipped it into a flame. Closet to Six thousand tracks deep, I kept it real. Every bar, every beat — pure fire. No bots, no ghostwriters, no gimmicks. Just truth. So this track, Rap Fame Burnout: Rezzy’s Last Flame, is my final sendoff. I’m burning the bridge not outta anger — but outta clarity. I don’t belong in a broken system that protects trolls over talent. This is for every Indigenous artist, every real one who got silenced, mocked, or pushed aside. We don’t fold. We don’t fade. I’m takin’ my voice where it’ll be heard, not filtered. This ain’t the end of Rezzy Flintboy. This is the end of my silence. I'm a People of the Flint. Mohawk Dutch. I don’t quit. I evolve.