DEFENDER'S RAP

• I spit in tongues that split the earth when the ink bleeds,
• Every syllable forged in wrath — a storm with ten speeds.
• Temples tremble when I breathe, my voice carves scriptures,
• Bars snap necks like frames in broken pictures.
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• I paint chaos with precision, apocalypse in rhyme,
• Every stroke divine — death’s rhythm in time.
• I don’t talk smoke, I exhale infernos in patterns,
• Every word detonates, leave galaxies shattered.
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• They pray before I spit — not for peace, but survival,
• Each verse is a psalm from a god turned rival.
• I baptize the mic in venom, sanctify the slaughter,
• No savior in this cipher — I’m judgment and author.
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• No cage for the language — every vowel a blade,
• Cut fate into fractions, destiny remade.
• I don’t battle for sport, I annihilate to ascend,
• Silence ain’t peace — it’s the echo of the end.
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• Concrete in the cadence, thunder in tone,
• Eras crumble when I speak — the pen’s my throne.
• Every breath a sermon, each pause a scar,
• No words barred — I’m the standard of war.
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• Skulls in the rhythm, ghosts in my bars,
• I rhyme like apocalypse signed my memoirs.
• Born from chaos — raised where silence screams,
• This ain’t rap, it’s the end of your dreams.