Clash of Sabers

[Verse: General Grievous]
Four arms spinning, cyborg ascending, my power's absurd
A symphony of sabers, I conduct without a word
Kenobi trembling, you're rust beneath my heel
A fossil from the past, nothing about you is real
[Verse: Obi-Wan Kenobi]
Your coughin' chestplate spittin' sparks, falling apart
A knockoff Sith reject, no soul, no heart
You got four arms, yet can't hold the force I wield
I’m the high ground master, game over, no appeal
[Chorus: Duel]
Galactic strikes clash, in this verbal match
Grievous schemes, Obi’s wisdom unmatched
Lightsabers hum, words sharper than blades
Who wins this duel? Leave the galaxy amazed
[Bridge: General Grievous]
Trained by Dooku, I’m an artful machine
A whirlwind of destruction in a blackened gleam
You’re just a monk with a robe and a foolish grin
Your legacy ends, your legend grows thin
[Verse: Obi-Wan Kenobi]
Your upgrades don’t compute, you're a shell, a sad mess
I'm a Jedi, not a Jedi-toying with your distress
Your collection’s impressive, sabers from those you’ve brung
But it's me you’ll remember, “Hello there,” rung and sung
[Outro: Duel Closing]
Breath’s running heavy, the clash slowing down
Grievous coughing weakness, Kenobi holds the crown
Across starry expanses, echoes their mighty tale
A galaxy of ears turned to hear who will prevail

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