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Battle 1
- I ain’t the one to cross, I crucify with ruthless lines,
- Your crew confined, I move with minds that weaponize the truest rhymes.
- Your truth’s a lie —I scrutinize and euthanize your future pride,
- Noose is tied, you’re loopin' cries while I’m loopin’ loops in music's spine.
- I’m God level, you’re odd tempo with off mettle,
- Talk rebel 'til chalk settles your block’s petals —the plot’s ghetto.
- Thoughts metal —I spark mental with dark echoes,
- Carved several scars in bars, my art’s retro and heart’s petrol.
- You bargain with your bars, I barter breath for arson,
- Harvest heads like Spartans marchin’ —target fed, no pardon.
- You barkin’? I'm Darwin, the smartest when rappers evolve,
- While you collapse in a casket, I’m mastering patterns that baffle them all.
- Yeah, I talk big —but I still miss texts and burn toast,
- Spaced out, lookin’ like I freestyle my whole workflow.
- I trip on nothin’, forget names in the mirror,
- But still drop lines so cold, make the reaper get nearer.
- So go ‘head —clown me, say I’m awkward or weird,
- But y’all tweet tough talk and whisper when I walk near.
- I fumble my keys, but I punch with divine diction,
- Y’all stumble through schemes while I sun ‘em in five dimensions.
- You babble —I battle with talons that rattle the atoms,
- My cadence is acid —I'm damaging fabric, dismantling phantoms.
- You spit like a glitch —I’m encrypted, encrypted,
- Twistin’ the script with a linguist’s precision —gifted and vicious.
- I’m venomous wit’ it, embedded in rhythm, I pivot the sentence and sever your spirit,
- You sensitive critics be beggin’ for credit, I’m debtin’ your ego and deadin’ your image.
- I’m etched in the script like a glitch in the system, encrypted with wisdom and breathin’ the mission,
- You pressin’ for clout while I’m pressin’ the limits, and stressin’ the rest like a test for the gifted.
- I’m lit with the writtens, admit it, I’m different —you mimic and trip on the minimal, pitiful,
- I spit with the syllables, literal missiles, I'm rippin’ through rituals, killin’ the typical.
- You cynical rappers be cappin’ and clickin’, but missin’ the soul that’s essential to hit ‘em,
- I’m surgical, vergin’ on vertical vision, the pen in my grip is a prism of wisdom.
- I laugh at the threats —I’m adaptin’ the steps while you crash in the set like a passive regret,
- I’m stackin’ the checks while you gaspin’ for breath, and I’m blastin’ a hex with immaculate depth.
- Y’all fragile as eggs, I’m a dragon with legs, spittin’ magma and death when I’m crackin’ the edge,
- I’m that in the flesh —what you lack in finesse, I just wrap in a vest and collapse in your chest.
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