DEFENDER'S RAP

• The truest threat’s a man with respect who stayed calm,
• til pressure sparked—turned a pure soul to a death‑bomb.
• Blueprints traced, then I demonstrate wasteland wrath,
• treat the race like a jam—blaze past lanes while they crash.
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• You can’t pass class, lame whack MCs get erased,
• vanish from existence like tapes never saved to the safes.
• Your downfall’s scripted in the sand that the winds drag
• when God shifts the map where the fates land.
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• I launch disses deadlier than flame throwers misfired,
• aimed where you shouldn’t stand—wrong place, wrong desire.
• Since grade ten, anyone testing Nathan got stamped,
• destiny sealed tight where the plates clamp.
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• Spine twist metaphors, brainpan thoughts detonate,
• body language backwards—serpent math, contort your frame.
• Or I erase you quick—no scene, no delay,
• drop weight faster than freight off a runaway ramp.
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• These trained hands translate pressure to punctuation,
• battle bars hit pavement—face-first introduction.
• Rearrange your grill like accounts in a wage scam,
• one strike’ll separate pride from you—changed stance.