DEFENDER'S RAP

• LNS, you light-noise static, I’m the full distortion,
• I’ll end L-N-S like I’m cutting letters in alphabetical order.
• You’re not a threat—just a glitch that the crowd won’t miss,
• I’ve seen stronger lines on a dial-up connection in ’96.
• I turn LNS to “LESS,” subtract you from the stage with ease,
• Your whole style’s short-winded like someone spittin’ through a wheeze.
• You step to me? That’s bravery mixed with poor sense—
• I’ll fold L-N-S like I'm closing the book on nonsense.
• I break down L-N-S like a linguist with precision,
• Leave you missing every letter—call it vowel supervision.
• You lack drive; my bars are the engine you can’t test,
• Watch me shift gears and leave L-N-S stuck in park like the last letter S.
• You wanted smoke? I turn LNS into ash, now you see,
• I rearrange your name, now it spells “SLN”—still stuck below me.
• Your punches never land—mine echo like ancient chants,
• I split LNS like syllables and make your whole soul dance.
• I stand in the arena forged from flame and steel,
• While LNS trembles like a soldier who forgot how war feels.
• I swing verses like greatswords cutting foes from the sky,
• Your name carved in stone—only so future poets know how you died.
• I summon storms with stanzas, leave kingdoms impressed,
• You’re just L-N-S: Lost, Null, and Shattered—nothing left.
• I’m the titan of this battleground, you barely take your first breath—
• I turn LNS to dust, and legends rise from the death.