DEFENDER'S RAP

• Yo,
• I’m the reason the reaper rehearses, I reverse hearses,
• T-Suffering get submerged in word-verses.
• I’m surgical — slice syllables, nerve circuits,
• You’re a curb service, I curb-stomp your purpose.
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• This is barbaric baptism, a blood-ink communion,
• You rap confusion — I craft collusion with rap illusion.
• You lack evolution, my pen’s a planet in fusion,
• I black out, write solar flares — you flat out delusion.
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• See, I’m diamond cut, battle-born, coded in destiny,
• You T-Suffering? Bro, that’s literally your legacy.
• Name say it all — pain stay involved —
• You the poster boy for “almost” — I’m greatness evolved.
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• I’m a cold nova, a glow forged in the void’s closure,
• Every bar a bomb folder from a divine soldier.
• My lines solar — yours need exposure —
• You rhyme slower than time sober inside a coma.
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• Dog, your hunger’s over — I’m the famine bringer,
• Flame singer, blade swinger, fate’s middle-finger.
• You whisper threats, I storm in with thunder scripts,
• You barely stutter spits — I summon motherships.
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• Your pen dried up like cracked lips on a drought day,
• I route rage through sound waves, make the crowd sway.
• I found ways to outplay — my lines ground-break,
• Turn a soundstage to Pompeii — you ash now, clown face.
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• T-Suffering, I’m wondering how you stomach defeat,
• When every bar you speak feel like punishment, weak.
• You mumble for peace — I rumble the street,
• You stumble in heat — I’m summoned from beats.
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• I’m coded in prophecy, anomaly embodied,
• You comedic commodity, honestly sloppy.
• Think you a prodigy? Possibly,
• But your odyssey’s poverty next to my anthology properly.
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• See, I rhyme in 4D, you barely see 2D,
• I’m lucid — your truth’s loosely glued loosely.
• You talk “guns,” but wouldn’t pop off a root beer,
• I’m nuclear, rap’s truth seer — new sphere.
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• Bar for bar I’m beyond your timeline’s reach,
• Your rhyme’s weak — I align speech like divine heat.
• You’re behind in technique, I’m elite, refined peak,
• I define each line like I’m designing grief.
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• This ain’t rap, this alchemy, mind’s majesty,
• Every bar’s a galaxy — you collapse in tragedy.
• Call me Saturn’s gravity — rings round your vanity,
• I’m clarity and savagery, duality insanity.
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• DiamonD-D3Z — I’m the code in the current,
• The pulse in the circuit, the throne and the sermon.
• You’re just T-Suffering — poetic justice, you earned it,
• I turned your name literal — now the pain’s permanent.