Damage Manually (EchoesOfTarjani...

titled the diss manual like you wrote the instructions for damage

then spent twenty bars explaining every bar that you managed

to miss me with, the irony aint accidental, its branded

into the title itself, the whole approach got stranded

halfway through the argument before the ship even landed

you said I circle back to your name, look who just commanded

their whole track to orbit mine and called the orbit candid

criticism, the echo still reprimanded

the source for making sound, whole premise got disbanded

before the hook, wrote manual then proved you never handled

the thing the manual described, the public just watched you panicked

through a diss that needed me present to make sense, stranded

without the subject, every bar you built expanded

my square footage, the accusations all backhandedly expanded

into compliments, you handed me the mic and called it candid

said I stack references like name dropping equals finesse

wrote baby reindeer in my bars, go back and reassess

whose name appeared in whose track first, dont suppress

the sequence, you responded to a name and called it progress

said I dropped essays, count yours, tell me which ones less

a thesis, twenty couplets deep explaining your duress

at bars you said dont land but still required this much address

to answer, funny how the thing that doesnt hit creates this stress

in someone who collects, what are you collecting, distress

signals dressed as victories, the emperors new finesse

is just the emperor and every bar you called impressive

in yourself dissolved the moment it met actual pressure

said I write about the win instead of winning, I suggest

you read the room because the rooms been keeping score, I guess

the manual you titled this is yours, I never stressed

the breakdown of my method, you just wrote it, dispossessed

yourself of the high ground and handed me the rest

quarterback analogy was yours, and yours was weak

scored more in this response than you accumulated all week

went bar for bar and somehow needed twenty bars to speak

on someone who you said dont land, the antique

logic of the diss that proves its own defeat, mystique

dont come from telling people you have it, the technique

arrives or it doesnt, and the EOT streak

of showing up to battles with a summary critique

of battles you aint won yet is the whole technique

on display, you said connect, you said collect, you speak

on domination from the vantage of the losing streak

you started when you titled this a manual, the peak

of the irony is calling someone elses bars oblique

while writing twenty couplets on a name just to critique

i dont need a warning track, wrote one anyway and still

got under your skin enough to fund your whole april drill

of responding to a warning like the warning was the bill

you owed the culture, every bar you wrote was filler built

around the absence of an answer, you got bars until

the bars got tested, then you wrote the manual to fill

the gap between the performance and the actual skill

required to back it, the echo needs a source, distill

that down to what it means, without the original, the still-

ness of your catalog speaks for itself, the april chill

of someone writing domination from a window sill

above a battle they aint winning, I can feel the thrill

you chased in titling this, the skill

required to damage me specifically, the bill

of goods you sold yourself, I showed up for the kill

you came with the receipt, we both know who fits the bill