Yessir

plastic dinosaurs guard the vent where the heat leaks

concrete playgrounds, chalk outlines of weak feets

my pen bleeds graphite, sketch nightmares on loose leaf

leave your legacy smudged like crayon on a car seat

yall chase trends like strays after meat trucks

my flows the stray bullet that the beat ducks

your whole squad participation trophy dust

polished brass plated over obvious rust

I speak in riddles wrapped in barbed nursery rhymes

leave contenders vanished like expired parking time

your punchlines soup cans kicked down apartment steps

mine? landmines disguised as alphabet blocks kids forget

itness the shift from sidewalk prophet to warlord

vocabulary sharper than a fresh snapped skateboard

dissect your discography with butter knives? nah,

I just point watch your whole sound collapse like bad jenga

your voice? static hiss on a busted tape deck

my silence screams louder than your whole damn cassette

you rhyme heart with start groundbreaking art

I dissect hope with the glee of a kid tearing wings off moths

your metaphors dollar store glitter on wet paste

acid reflux after swallowing your mixtapes taste

I dont battle ghosts, I curate the cemetery exhibit

your name evaporates like spit on a griddle

you wanted lyrical? heres the autopsy report sans scalpel

cause of death: existed near the mic when my capsule burst open

your flows a stutter step, a sputtering lawnmower engine

mine a greased piston slamming home in a deafening engine

you spit fire? more like damp match in a hurricane

I am the storm surge dragging your foundation down the drain

this aint poetry, its verbal arson set to rhythm

leave your syllables charred, a permanent schism

your best bar a participation ribbon pinned to regret

mines the void that swallows the echo before your breath gets set

check the vitals flatline since the intros first snare hit

coroners note "lacked the density. lyrics didnt stick"

you try complexity? like watching paint dry in slowmo

my simplicity crushes think anvil dropped on play doh

your whole existence a typo in raps dictionary draft

I rewrite chapters with the ink squeezed from your broken craft

survivor the last one standing when the nonsense cleared

the only sound left my syllables sharpening in your ear

game over. Insert quarter? machine just ate your last token

the only thing left spinning your career, perpetually broken

the lyrics implodes from proximity

leaving just the hiss... and this cold ass infinity