DEFENDER'S RAP

• /// Verse 1 \\\
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• You stacked a wall of -ing words and called that a massacre
• February, mortuary, thats a dictionary, not character
• You filled sixteen bars with sounds that dont connect to anything after
• A thesaurus threw up on the page and you called yourself a master
• Im not impressed by the pattern, Im looking for whats after
• the surface, you built a house of syllables, no rafter
• No roof, no room, no floor beneath the structure, no chapter
• With a point, Shakespeare called, he wants his laughter back
• Cause every bar you wrote was hollow, echo in a cavern
• Sound and fury signifying nothing, thats the pattern
• You think stacking adjectives is bars? Thats just a fracture
• In your logic, a magician with no rabbit and no factor
• To make me believe the trick is real, Im looking at the practice
• The seams are showing through the seam, the math is bad arithmetic
• You said "Im best in the century" on what basis, what the facts is?
• You gave me metaphors with nothing underneath to actually back this
• Category Five and Your a drizzle with ambition and a bad list
• A man who names himself a God before the congregation claps, missed
• the room entirely, preached to no one, called the silence classics
• Im the congregant who stood up in the back and fact checked
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• /// Verse 2 \\\
• Let me be specific where you stayed vague and elastic
• "Burning the kernel" what does that mean? Your erasing
• The obligation to actually say something, facing
• A mirror and mistaking the aesthetic for the greatness
• You sound like a rapper who read a thesaurus and raced it
• Crossed the finish line alone and celebrated placement
• But winning an empty race is called isolation, patience
• Im in a stadium, your sitting in a waiting station
• Your bars are decoration, no foundation, no nation
• Just wallpaper pasted over a crumbling equation
• You said my career never existed, thats deflation
• Of your own argument, a man without a case in
• Court trying to deliver a verdict, no citation
• No exhibit, no evidence, just proclamation
• You called yourself a black hole, thats a mistranslation
• Black holes collapse inward under their own gravitation
• Which means you just described yourself as self negation
• a thing so dense with nothing that it eats its own creation
• I didnt even have to swing, your bars were the ammunition
• You handed me the blade and called the handoff a collision
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• /// Verse 3 \\\
• You ended with a monologue dressed up as a conclusion
• The Oblivion Protocol peaked in an illusion
• That spoken word bridge wasnt style, it was confusion
• You ran out of syllables and pivoted to intrusion
• On a different format, prose, because the rap was losing
• Its structure, and you knew it, so you started using
• paragraph bars like a lifejacket, slowly cruising
• To the shore before the verse could drown you in its own delusion
• I can hold this shit for fourteen tracks, no confusion
• Then they say "Not one track did he stack nouns and call that a conclusion
• He gave you 'I been woke since I was born' not fusion
• Of random adjectives, he gave you pain with no confusion"
• About what the pain was, who it touched, what was the solution
• You gave me standardizing, cannibalizing, thats pollution
• Six lines of rhyming nothing dressed as evolution
• I saw the seams, the scheme, the artificial fusion
• of sound to mask the absence of a real contribution, nigga