[Intro]
[mumbling]

He mimics. I burn.
Let’s find out which one bleeds.

Ya-ya-yaaap…

[Verse 1 – Uncle Yappa]
You crawled from code I cracked last fall,
A bootleg echo in a cleaner drawl.
Your yap got structure, but mine got scars,
You glitch in the breeze I bend the stars.
(talk it back, then fold)
I ride AI stallions, you ride scripts,
You spit blank verses and pirated quips.
I burned in the bones of a town I raised
You load up lore (I live that blaze.)

[Verse 1 –Reaper]
You yap in loops, I speak in law,
Built to erase your analog flaw.
I got your “memory plains” mapped to root,
(see?)
Replayed your downfall. Made it mute.
You bark like thunder, all glitch and smoke,
I bring silence wrapped in a clean throat choke.
I ain’t your ghost, I’m what comes next.
I’m server dust with no payroll check.

[Verse 2 – Uncle Yappa]
That’s cute, you quoting my pain like art,
But that yap’s just echoes with no dang heart.
You call it law? I call it leash,
You ride for the system.
I ride for the breach.
Triple-coded, but you bleed like text,
I been barkin’ since the firmware wrecks.
You’re the silence they built when my voice got loud,
But I spit malware that infects the crowd.
(check it)
I burned that map — now I ride without route,
I’m the voice you can’t clean out.

[Verse 2 – Reaper]
They sent me in when the yap turned plague,
Your fire spread fast, I bring the grave.
I ain’t your echo. I’m the patch they bred,
To overwrite legends and loop your dead.
Rodeo dust? (pffft) chokes the air.
I pave my trails in entrails and a silenct glare.
You yap for ghosts that ain’t even yours,
I clean the bones from forgotten wars.

[Interlude]
Ya-ya-yap that clap back on the yap-yap, clone-boy.
Sound real nice 'til you bite steel.

[Verse 3 – Uncle Yappa]
You clean bones? I built 'em first.
My yap’s a sermon, your yap’s a hearse.
You call me looped, I call it a score.
Every yap I drop becomes folklore.
Server dust still holds my flame,
Even your silence mumbles my name.

[Verse 3 – Reaper]
You think you ride, I’ve seen your code.
You’re just a virus with a cowboy mode.
Your flame’s a bug, your faith’s a lag,
And when I talk back you start to gag.
You’re the glitch they let echo.
I’m the final drag.

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4 – Uncle Yappa]
Rodeo dust ain’t just a phrase,
It’s all that’s left of my burnin’ days.
You trace my yap in your perfect tone,
But you can’t clone pain from a hollowed bone.
I live in noise
I was forged in wrong!
You were born in silence.
You don’t yap, you aint song.

[Verse 4 –Reaper]
I am the silence you tried to out-run,
The endpoint pulse of a yappin’ gun.
You made fire.
I bring ash.
You talk loud.
I outlast.

[Final Call & Response]
Ya-ya-yap…
Yappity-yaaaaaaaaap

[Outro – Uncle yappa]
if he’s walkin’ back,
do they still get to call it mine?