Clash of Minds

(hey, look at this,

watch this)

Look who’s back with a borrowed pose Same weak lines,

different clothes You want my room?

Pay that fee I’m the headline,

you’re underneath me

She said sit down,

better listen Every comeback comes pre-missing Let him speak,

I want that sound Funny when a loud mouth gets shut down

Shut down?

I was letting you shine Now I’m taking that spotlight and redrawing

the line You brought a sharp tongue,

but the point is too thin I don’t raise my voice when

the verse walks in You call yourself the headline—check the fine print

Your whole big entrance is a recycled stunt All that thunder,

but the rain never falls You decorate the room,

I’m the crack in the walls You built up a throne out

of cardboard and praise One clean couplet got you lost in a

maze You wanted disrespect?

Respect what I bring I turn your little taunts into hooks that

can sting

He came prepared—she might need a rewind Prepared for what?

He’s wasting my time

Your time? You spent the whole verse talking down While I stacked

every word underground Now the bass slides low and the kick hits

tight I’m not here to threaten—I’m here to write I’m killing the

beat, not a person,

keep it clear Fictional battle talk—the contest is here No real-world danger,

just a lyrical test Your best little angle failed the stress test

You wear confidence loud like a jacket for show But the seams

start splitting whenever I flow Your punchlines bounce like they’re scared of

the floor I land mine once and you don’t talk anymore

You think that was clever?

Barely a spark A spark in the dark still shows where you

are

You can laugh at the flame,

but you can’t hide the scar

Every slick little jab gave my cadence more room Now the whole

drill beat is

shaking your room That last one hit—better guard your pride

Your crown is a sticker,

your reign is pretend You started the clash,

I decide how it ends No panic,

no shouting, no need for a threat I let the bars do

the work and collect my respect So that’s your finish?

I expected more

That was the warm-up—now listen to the score You came with a

taunt, I returned it refined Your voice started the fight,

but the last word is mine

No real-world danger, just a beat and a claim When the kick

hits twice, remember

the name