BLOOD LINES* (dickemdown)

Verse 1
Dickemdown mad, still tryna find a bar,
I pen a line, he collapse like a paper star.
I don’t spit threats, I narrate endings,
Every rhyme a fang, every verse extending.
Vampire teeth on the page, I bite the beat,
He flopping in the shadows, tasting defeat.
My cadence lazy, bars sharp, surgical precision,
His style a joke, mine a mythic incision.
I move silent, historic, immortal in the ledger,
He thinks he’s alive, I write him out forever.

Verse 2
Dickemdown chasing clout, I’m chasing eternity,
Lines twist, curl, lyrical infernal fraternity.
I don’t shout, I drip venom in every sentence,
My flow nocturnal, his career a juvenile sentence.
He tries to mimic my style, fails in execution,
I turn syllables into stakes, a poetic execution.
I’m the shadow, he the pawn, cheap and temporary,
Every metaphor a coffin, final and visionary.

Verse 3
Vampire style, I move when the world sleeps,
He awake but helpless, my rhyme harvests deep.
Blood lines traced through every rhyme I spit,
He flounders in puddles while I architect the script.
I twist consonants, vowels, homophones on parade,
Every bar a trap, every pun a blade.
Dickemdown bitter, tasting my immortal essence,
I ghost him in Zona, leaving permanent presence.

Verse 4
Lines curl like smoke, slow but fatal,
His attempts transparent, mine purely spectral.
I don’t flex power, I flex intellect,
Every internal rhyme lands, leave him wrecked.
I write with claws, teeth, fangs metaphoric,
My legacy lethal, his existence historic.
Every verse a bite, every bar a drain,
Zona remembers, he never rises again.

Verse 5
I finish him soft, like whispers in tombs,
My voice the coffin, his pride consumes.
No mercy, no hook, just lyrical feast,
He the appetizer, I the immortal beast.
I glide through the beat, Dracula with a pen,
Every line a sentence, every word a sin.
Dickemdown erased, shadows archive the proof,
I dominate Zona while he lost in the roof.

Mumble Rap, Distorted Beat, Low-Pitched, Heavy bass, Auto-Tune,  R&b, east cost, 2000s, poetic, dark, male, battle rap