DEFENDER'S RAP

• another pretender to the throne feels worthy to become known
• as a slayer of the Droid, annoyed i set to play it to the bone
• get into the zone no end to the metaphors i throw
• blow up the binds that restrict me, no shackles for my flow.
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• you poke the beast you wake him, stoke the fires and fan them
• i take a toke, exhale the smoke, and stroke entire battle anthems
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• tape your picture to the mirror as i pace around the bathroom
• the mission to be victor racing cyber space and chatrooms.
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• validating lines and schemes, finding memes to seal your seedy odor
• castigating blinding dreams that would make me accept the mediocre.
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• now I've shaken off the rust of my long unrivalled slumber   
• your arrival in my throne room passing the bones of those fallen in great number
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• your purpose has weakened, your resolve shaky seeming
• your courage leaks from your skin, dissolves and is flaky in the leeching
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• beseeching me to spare you from the bleak oncoming beating
• bleating like a sheep aware you've overstepped and wish releasing
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• but in the pen you shall stay and by the pen you shall fall                               
• I'll go over your lines like a tagger inking up a wall           
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• and the dragon blaze i spray over your kneeling weeping form       
• blackens the exposed bone from the lyrical firestorm
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• these halls have resounded with the titanic battles from the past
• but you barely spat an utterance of substance, your verses rehashed
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• so with the crown sitting firmly and before better suited challengers creep
• let's debrief with the following: don't wake me next time i can body you in my sleep