DEFENDER'S RAP

• Artificial estuaries time to alter the flow,
• lost a loonie to the lotto thats the fuckin way she goes.
• Radiant rays raise risk like parcour,
• was on a quest for a little, but now I think I want more.
• Was once a good samaritan got fired from my block watch
• for drinkin with some angry adolescents playin hop-scotch.
• I like it on the rocks, something lost in translation,
• but now I'm rappin rare rivals quakin like some Haitians.
• I met an innocent girl and I showed her how to tickle low,
• now my homies get green when shes blowin on my Piccolo,
• cuz I take prudent women turn them into believers,
• now shes listening to Baby while adjustin her beaver.
• I once had a friend who got to meet Mr. Bean,
• he went rowin with Atkins, sippin swish and Listerine.
• Now I'm back yet again, more fresh letterin, logical progression from sophomore to veteran,
• May-Bach ridin on these classical flows, Super Dave stuntin on fantastical hoes.
• These second-rates wanna be me in the worst way, haven't kicked a sweet 16 since their birthday.
• But you made a mistake, now your momma like a snake sheddin 2 tears on 2 tiered cakes at your wake.
• Many aspects to this game but murder the common denominator,
• flippin fools like reciprocals don't need no calculator.
• A predictable predicament for those who lack predicates,
• verbal assault, spittin like speech impediments Your career is a corpse, now its ridin fresh pine,
• flows fourth and long ain't even cross the scrimmage line.
• Terrible Terry Tate, ya I'll sack a tin-man, Yellow dots on your dome better pack it in man,
• now you ghost in a box doin penance for your crimes,
• rockin rock riddled watches cuz you're doin hard time.
• Livin in a crack shack with a snack lack, you're a sham,
• I'm an oversized genie in a boombox, Kazaam. Rub the treble and the bass, might gain 3 wishes,
• no competition on this road to perdition and riches.
• With more bills than Buffalo, got your woman lookin dough eyed,
• baritone buggati goin down for a low ride.
• Chain-gang construction, machinations of a jail-road,
• the bulge in my jeans lookin like I got a whale stowed,
• So fishtail on snowbanks but you're never catchin my drift,
• the good gold is buried, so its worth it to sift, but shallow students satisfied by iron pyrite,
• authentication questioned when it doesn't bite right,
• shadows sendin shivers stay stuck to a light bright,
• Vocabulary flexible, makin metaphors morph, hyperbole abounds make a mountain of a dwarf.
• You can't write raps so you full time hate shit,
• Sketchers on your feet but you full-time trace shit,
• my flows require multiple bites, like a lays chip,
• Toodles to your marbles Peter Pan on a space-ship,