[ElijahTheVampire] Thinkin’ ’bout 96, still stuck in his bitter shit, Mad he not the headline, cryin’ in the middle of it. Wanna be first place, but he runnin’ in a relay, Passin’ me the baton, I been miles ahead since day one, okay. Talkin’ like a king, but his throne made of plastic, I build empires off a pen, every sentence cinematic. He want my level? That’s a ladder with no steps, I don’t diss with volume, I just shit on the depth. SL Bandit sound like he rappin’ through a bad mic, Every bar half-baked, every flow in the wrong light. Off-beat, off-code, off everything possible, I conduct the whole orchestra, he still lookin’ for the musical. Dashxxvibes talk crazy on the street dolls, But she just throwin’ shade ’cause she scared of real growth, dawg. Talk down on culture, that’s some corny shit, I uplift the scene while they argue in the comment bits. Low tone, high craft, I don’t need to scream, They bark loud on the net, I rewrite the whole scheme. They chase clout, I chase legacy, different missions, They want likes, I want history written in systems. They all want the crown but don’t fit the dimension, I don’t chase status, I invent the ascension. Zona know the truth, I’m the standard, the metric, They rappin’ for attention — I’m the blueprint, prophetic as shit. [ColdVerse NYC aggressive gangster Flow] I’m the best, I turn birds into bar-b-q proof, Goose talk big till he land on my plate, no spoof. He just feathers in the fryer when I step in the booth, I eat wings while I’m winging these rhymes, that’s truth. Carve him up with every bar, that’s a Sunday spread, Whole flock get quiet when I cook this bread. I don’t chase no duck, I just season the beef, One bite, one verse, and I’m back as the chief. He a snack, I’m a feast, whole table on tilt, I turn smoke into sauce, every line get spilt. If Goose wanna talk, let him flap that beak, I just sharpen up the fork, drop heat all week. I’m Cold Verse, he Emvee, we not the same man, Two minds, two pens, you don’t even understand. You so slow on the draw, you combine our names, Need two separate targets just to spice your flames. I ride for bro, that’s facts, but I stand on my own, If you coming for him, cool, now you stepped in my zone. We’re a duo, not a burner, get that weak take gone, Two separate storms, same sky, same song. [ElijahTheVampire] 96 keep wishin’ he could rap like me, That’s like hopin’ a candle outshine the sun in the galaxy. He got lines, but they flat like expired soda, I got layers in my speech, every bar got a decoder. He study my cadence, try mirror my syntax, But it’s obvious the copy don’t come with the impact. He chase my shadow, I don’t even see dude, I write in dimensions he can’t even read through. He want my pen? That shit not transferable, My flow custom-built, his sound still experimental. Talkin’ ‘bout “next up,” yeah right, that’s a myth, I’m the standard of the craft, he just stand next to the list. [Outro] Just stop, on y’all behalf

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