Autopsyin' (Tarjani Diss)

the rebuttal arrived built entirely on one premise, i named the wrong target

which would devastate the argument if the arguments what you market

as the centerpiece, but the symbiote analysis hit the broader bracket

of the group, not the individual, read the context before you crack it

you spent sixteen bars celebrating a technicality like its a knockout

thats the courtroom strategy of someone winning on a blackout

procedural error while the substantive case lays the track out

confirming everything, the victory lap on a fnotes a breakout

from the actual content you couldnt address, so the misdirection

became the whole rebuttal, attack the framing, avoid the section

that dismantled your output, your structure, your collection

of borrowed sounds, the appeal to form over the dissection

of substance is the oldest academic defense mechanism running

"your methodologys flawed!!!" when the conclusions too cunning

to dispute directly, the fox calling the grapes sunning

too high, not admitting the jump failed, just the stunning

height of the vine as the obstacle, i see the maneuver

itss transparent as the glass your pressing your face to, the groover

of the familiar deflection, the smooth tongued remover

of the subject from the room before the room approves her

analysis mode, not competition which is the critique that accidentally

confirmed the analysis was precise enough to consequentially

threaten the position, you dont rebut the inconsequentially

delivered breakdown, you rebut the surgically, credential-y

sharp one that found the nerve, the responses existence

is the concession, the proportional resistance

to the pressure confirms the pressures persistence

against something real, comfort requires no distance

the fog metaphor, you said fog shifts depending on who sees

which is the most honest thing youve written, the expertise

of the unintentional confession, fogs the disease

of the undefined, shifting because it cannot freeze

into anything solid enough to hold a shape under examination

you just described your own aesthetic in the rebuttals foundation

the self portrait hidden in the counterargument, the revelation

arriving through the defense thats the ironys location

the echo flipping my bars back amplified but amplification

without origin is just volume, the magnification

of someone elses signal dressed as your own creation

a louder copy is still a copy, thats the summation

assuming your words hit harder when they echo, they dont

they hit the same frequency back at a higher decibel, the wont-

admit-it of someone who confused the reverb with the font

of original thought, the reflection isnt the response, its the front

of the mirror doing what mirrors do, the automatic

return of the image, theres nothing mathematic-

ally impressive about reflection, the diplomatic

phrasing of the echo as artistry is just symptomatic

of someone who built the identity on the return

and needed it to be authorship, the discern-

ment between the origin and the adjourn-

ment of the sound through space is what you'll learn

when the source stops speaking, what does tarjani

say when theres nobody to echo? the paganini

of the reflection, virtuosic on somebodys melody

silent when the room empties, thats the remedy

for the confusion, strip the echos context bare

remove the origin, whats left standing there?

the name, the platform tenure, the declared

position of the established, nothing aired

independently, nothing generated from the interior

that didnt require an exterior superior

signal first, the echos architectures exterior

all the way down, no original in the interior