DEFENDER'S RAP

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• You just walked in the coliseum, now face execution,
• Your words dissolve on contact sound pollution.
• I chew syllables like glass, spit ‘em back as shrapnel,
• Every rhyme’s a coffin nail, your name’s on the chapel.
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• I don’t spar, I slaughter, with surgical rhythm,
• Every punchline I drop leaves holes in your vision.
• You write fairy tales I write death notes in code,
• You choking on smoke from the mines I load.
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• I’m a migraine in a mic booth, a live wire with venom,
• You’re static, malfunctioning your system can’t stem ‘em.
• My verses drip venom off the edge of a curse,
• Each line’s a hearse reversing into your verse.
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• You claim you’re raw? I’m the embodiment of chaos,
• Feed off your panic, turn your confidence to sawdust.
• This isn’t rap it’s a hunt, you the prey in the night,
• And when the beat drops? You drop out of sight.