DEFENDER'S RAP

• You paint pictures with crayons, I sketch with a blade,
• Every verse you parade, I dismantle, self-made.
• You crave attention, loud flex with no base,
• I build monuments in silence, you just decorate space.
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• Talkin’ racks in the club, but your soul’s still broke,
• Your pen runnin’ on fumes, mine ignite with each stroke.
• You “smile like the joker,” but I see the disguise,
• A mask for the emptiness that leaks from your eyes.
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• Your lifeboat sinks ‘cause the captain can’t steer,
• You drown in your ego, I sail crystal clear.
• You inhale illusions, exhale the same lies,
• But my lungs breathe truth, sharpened under gray skies.
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• You brag about mushrooms, but your brain still asleep,
• I meditate with pain, my reflections cut deep.
• Pop the trunk on a Lambo? Bro, that’s cosplay rap,
• Your fantasies cheap, I turn reality to maps.
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• You “bend it like Beckham,” but still miss the net,
• I score from half-court, you ain’t broke a sweat.
• Your fame, your wealth, your clout all fake,
• I carve legacy eternal, every verse I stake.
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• “Been countin’ summer days”? I count scars, I count nights,
• You romanticize the high, I survived real fights.
• Your words float shallow, like a stone on a pond,
• Mine echo through centuries, they ripple far beyond.
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• Your “dream team” imaginary, just phantoms in a mist,
• I stand face-to-face with demons, they salute when I spit.
• You ride beats like passengers, I engineer the track,
• My syllables construct bridges, yours collapse in the back.
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• Behind curtains with Dave? That’s escapism, kid,
• I confront what you hide, strip illusions you did.
• You ramble like a drunk, but I compose like a priest,
• Communion through rhythm, holy scriptures unleashed.
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• Playin’ Rambo in the booth, but your aim off target,
• I’m the bullet and the barrel, the silence, the carnage.
• You gamble with words, but the dice never roll,
• I own the whole casino, house advantage, my soul.
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• So keep flexin’ your fiction, keep braggin’ your racks,
• I’ll be timeless in the ether, while you fade off the tracks.
• I’m the poet, the prophet, the curse and the cure,
• You’re a shadow in the crowd—forgettable, obscure