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You talk a lot about your skill but never once evolve,

Your verses orbit nowhere like a puzzle with no solve.

Meanwhile I rise like bosses do when all the maps revolve —

Every time I spit a bar, the whole arena gets involved.

You’re the loading screen that freezes, I’m the cinematic flare,

You’re the pixelated shadow sprite nobody knows is there.

I’m the legendary drop that only pro builds ever wear,

Your content’s so forgettable it vanishes mid-air.

My flow’s a dragon forged in myth with breath of molten art,

Yours barely sparks — a dying torch at some abandoned cart.

You chase my level desperately, but don’t know where to start,

I’ve mastered every stat you lack — intelligence, attack, and heart.

I’m the lore book carved in runes that heroes study deep,

You’re the background NPC who wanders in your sleep.

I’m the prophecy they whisper when the mountains start to weep,

You’re the typo in the legend that the scribes refuse to keep.