DEFENDER'S RAP

• Welcome to my slaughterhouse, lights flicker in Morse,
• Your heartbeat skips that’s remorse, of course.
• I talk in riddles, scribble sigils in inkstreams,
• You chase schemes, I reshape nightmares into instincts.
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• You're a glitch in my circuit, a spark on my fuse,
• I detonate thought bombs, you confuse what’s news.
• Every rhyme’s a guillotine, clean through your ego,
• Your crowd turns ghost the second I reload.
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• I don’t just rap I unravel dimensions,
• Peel back the mic’s metal like divine intervention.
• You whisper weak threats? I craft whole delusions,
• That echo through your conscience permanent contusions.
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• I twist oxygen to lyrics, breathe chaos in rhythms,
• My bars don’t rhyme they form cataclysms.
• You playing checkers on a minefield, blindfolded,
• Every move you make just proves you already folded.