DEFENDER'S RAP

• Fools chase flame they never earned, burnin’ stolen embers,
• Driftin’ through smoke with no name, forgotten like November.
• I breathe in silence, carve echoes from the sand,
• Blood on the parchment — truth bleeds from my hand.
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• The butcher’s den ain’t chaos, it’s a forge for the soul,
• Where pain turns to diamonds and the broken become whole.
• I seen spirits in the hall, whisper codes in my ear,
• But I walk with purpose — no phantom I fear.
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• Ink turns gold when the message is pure,
• Every line a confession, every scar a cure.
• I’ve seen heaven for the sinners and hell for the saints,
• So I paint both sides in my lyrical paint.
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• You talk of sleighs and theft — I talk of myth reborn,
• Grinch took joy, I took storms, now the dawn is torn.
• White mask cracked open, truth spills through the seams,
• Gods fall silent when they witness my dreams.
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• The night speaks riddles, but I answer in tongues,
• Balance in the blood, the breath in my lungs.
• Desert winds whisper, “Revan walks alone,”
• But the dunes remember footsteps carved in stone.
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• I’ve seen giants built from lies crumble into dust,
• Watched kings choke on crowns that corroded with rust.
• The oil drips thick, but it can’t buy grace,
• Power with no spirit is a mask with no face.
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• The world cuts deep — I don’t flinch, I evolve,
• Turn chaos to order, each riddle I solve.
• I’ve walked through the fire, emerged with a grin,
• Shadow and light braided tight in my skin.
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• I don’t need bombs, I rain thought on the land,
• Each drop a scripture, carved by my hand.
• I wash in the blood, not of others but my own,
• Every wound a seed, from the pain I’ve grown.
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• You hear noise — I hear prophecy in the rain,
• Lessons in the thunder, meaning in the pain.
• They fear what I am, can’t cage my command,
• I’m the calm in the war, the flame that still stands.
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• So let ‘em vote in silence, let the crowd decide,
• But truth ain’t a ballot — it’s a force that won’t hide.
• I am the verse they feel when the echoes fade,
• Revan — forged from the storm that chaos made.