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Diss tracks
Author: Jericho Chase
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For the next couple of weeks, Adam remained silent.

He did not respond to Kane Sanchez’s declaration of war. He did not post a retaliatory diss track, nor did he engage in a petty social media clapback.

Instead, he carried on with his life as though Kane didn’t even exist. His silence spoke louder than any reply.

On his social media pages, there was no trace of beef.

Photoshoots of him modeling for luxury fashion brands filled his feeds—high-end suits, streetwear campaigns, and even fragrance ads.

Fans flooded the comments with praise, while haters tried to bait him into responding to Kane.

But Adam never flinched.

Adam also posted clips from studio sessions: headphones on, nodding to beats, scribbling lyrics into a notepad, or laughing with producers in the booth.

Sometimes Zoey appeared beside him, smiling proudly as she supported him.

Other times, his label crew and Cleopatra Monroe were captured in the background, strategizing or vibing to new tracks.

The message was clear.

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