Battle rap 4

[zygote]

My style is emphatic, highly advanced with the rhyming dynamics,
You try minimizing the damage, your life is a challenge,
My mind is unified - yours is a slice of a fragment,
Disorganized - psychosomatic, undetailed like some kind of schematic,
My writing is balanced; I aggressively boast with a measured approach,
You study my technical notes, your pathetic, a joke.
The best of zygote –
Bayonet to your throat, split you down a center line and disconnect your mind,
Your style is hormonal - I think it’s best described as endocrine,
You probably feel objectified.
I started with an impressive climb and finished in an endless prime,
I’ve perfected rhyme, break you down in record time when strength applied,
It will take your finest effort just to test my lines and you will face resistance like an isometric exercise.
I have no set design. I just improve and get better under the stress of evolutionary pressure,
Remove you defenders, you better choose to surrender,
I challenge your claims like an insurance assessor and disprove your conjecture.
The apex predator super aggressor, I do it for leisure,
Who’s the contender? Throw me the next opponent,
I perplex opponents when my threats are focused, and detest opponents who attempt to test my focus,
Your chances are less than hopeless, with an intelligence quotient that drops even at this very moment.
My best components are deadly and potent, vector strains infect your brain - you go inanimate,
The Pro-protagonist, I’ll murder you and your co-inhabitants,
Your only advocate is your psychoanalyst, trying to stop the best? I’m not impressed, what you show’s inadequate.