DEFENDER'S RAP

• I move in silent checkmates, pawns turn to ink stained bishops
• the boards my parchment, every square a cipher for the wishful
• you play at king? I scholars mate in three strokes
• your crowns a paperweight, my pens the dagger that provokes
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• margins too small for your footnote existence
• I redline your legacy with rhetorical distance
• you quote the greats? how quaint, I write their sequels
• while you dog ear pages I autographed in ancient temples
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• I bond syllables like hydrogen to oxygen
• your formulas boron, basic and forgotten
• the labs my studio, beakers full of metaphors
• you test tube rappers evaporate at room temperature
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• catalyst flow, react or perish
• your periodic tables missing all my elements of merit
• I transmute lead punchlines to gold proverbs
• while you alchemize fools gold into empty reserves
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• your manuscripts mildew in forgotten archives
• I illuminate libraries they carve in my name
• the quills my excalibur, inkwells the holy grail
• you scribble on napkins, I engrave in marble phrases
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• dead sea scrolls? just rough drafts I discarded
• tour best works a palimpsest, erased and restarted
• the printing press trembles when my couplets land
• you read aloud? the words rearrange themselves mid sand