DEFENDER'S RAP

• Stepped in the pit with a furnace tongue, breathin’ infernos in syllables,
• Every letter I craft combusts — scriptures turn criminals,
• Doctrine of dominance, scriptures in smoke and ritual,
• Cathedral of carnage built from bones of the pitiful.
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• No mercy in diction, blades hidden in phonetics,
• Lines slice temples open, pour sermons in aesthetics,
• Iron in the lungs, breath forged through kinetic,
• Every verse tectonic, plates shift when I set it.
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• I don’t chase crowns, I forge ‘em in volcanic silence,
• Grind through the echoes, rise ruthless from violence,
• Flow carved from granite, discipline bred in tyrants,
• Each stanza an empire, sculpted outta defiance.
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• March with monolith words, each one titan-boned,
• Carve destiny’s name on tablets I own,
• Storm in the syntax, thunder in tone,
• Every pause a requiem, every rhyme a throne.
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• Venomous scriptures baptize the page in venom,
• Legacies crumble beneath the weight of the emblem,
• No mortal can measure the math in my momentum,
• Equations of chaos crafted in holy venom.
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• I pen prophecies — galaxies bow to the scripture,
• Ciphers collapse when I alter the picture,
• Every letter a dagger, every rhyme a fissure,
• Speak once, and the silence becomes my listener.
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• No echo survives — only echoes of my dominion,
• Pyramids crumble, I rise through oblivion,
• Verses engraved in mythic obsidian,
• A god with a pen — fluent in oblivion.