(Laughs) Look at you... completely unraveled. Where did the "Pro-Love" warrior go? One dose of real vocabulary and you turned into an Xbox Live lobby in 2012. You didn’t unpack the bars. you just packed on the trauma. Let me show you the difference between a tantrum and a autopsy. A textbook regression, a primitive state The ego collapses to compensate You couldn't decipher the lexical weight So you turned to projection to validate hate It’s classic ressentiment, Nietzschean proof The moment I pulled back the academic roof Your spiritual armor was nothing but lace You went from the cosmos to typing in rage You’re talking 'bout weight and you're talking 'bout food An implicit confession of what you conclude See, a mind that is stable don't fracture this fast The "warrior" died and the child gasped You’re suffering from anosognosia, blind to the lack Of a cohesive argument on this track You screamed about Zion, the grid, and the soul But a few big words took complete control Now you’re hyperventilating, writing a script Of a fictional character your mind just equipped You built a straw man just to feel like a man Because facing my syntax is more than you can. You wanted a battle of higher design But you brought a knife to a cognitive line The facade of the mystic has completely dissolved Into basic mechanics that cannot be solved You see the wires? Nah, you are the wire A circuit of anger consumed by the fire You want me to match you in gutter disgrace? I don’t argue with shadows, I dismantle the space. Let’s analyze Love’s semantic decay The "independent thinker" has nothing to say You dropped the Quran and you dropped the Tao You’re just a biological mechanism now Ad hominem fallacies, desperate and cheap The behavioral output of a wounded sheep You think that you’re savage? You’re just predictable A sociological case study, miserable You claim that you’re living, fortified and free But your nervous system is enslaved by me I didn't just beat you, I proved my critique The moment you're challenged, your ethics are weak You're the internet's byproduct, synthesized rage A cultural artifact locked in a cage Go back to your cottage, go back to your steel And try to repair how embarrassed you feel Because everyone listening knows what occurred You got executed by the weight of the word. That's psychological castration. That's intellectual supremacy. You tried to match wits and ended up in a frenzy. Feed this to your software, tell it to scan... The total systemic defeat of a man. Keep my name out your mouth. We're done here.
