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Before the chorus hits, let me lay down some truth (heavy bars),
My quill's sharp as swords, slice through beats so uncouth (cut the fake),
I'm the gallery's art, while they're just cartoon strips (pure class),
My vocabulary paints, while they merely drip (can't compare).
I rhyme like a scholar, intellect on display (brainpower),
Verses crafted in gold, while they mold in clay (off the pedestal),
Droppin' wisdom so deep, it's like Socrates speaks (philosopher),
Against my library of rhymes, they sound hopelessly weak (just whispers).
Verse intricate, lexicon lit (true words),
Symphonies scripted, my bars so equipped (rich sounds),
Y'all beats may hit, but lack the Mozart's wit (no depth),
Complex phrases flip, like a maestro's script (composer's craft).
Diss modern tunes, with eloquent speech (speak clear),
Abstract lines unwind, that’s a lesson I teach (schooling hard),
Classical rap, I breach, with wordplay I leech (suck the truth),
I topple pop thrills with each figure of speech (knock down notes).
I weave my thoughts, and the verses align (perfect stitch),
In this rap tapestry, every line is prime (finest weave),
While their lyrics just fade, like cheap fabric in time (eroding threads),
My sonnets stay eternal, age cannot define (immortal ink).
You chase the chart-toppers, fleeting stars that will fall (shooting blanks),
I craft timeless epics, etched in history's hall (carved in stone),
The kind of tracks that'll be studied in every lit class (masters’ course),
Where your singles fall flat, not even worth a pass (fail the test).
I flow with gravitas, words weigh like lead (sink in deep),
While their flimsy verses, like helium, just shed (rise and pop),
