DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'll leave you shell shock in cell blocks will I fail? not
• chop you head off, legs off, and send your limbs mailed off in a mail box
• this is hard spitting you're just another mark victim
• waiting for me to bring the spikes to his head like Bart Simpson
• I'm the clafification to his false image, frost spitting
• if you get hit with this flow then you've been frost bitten
• my bars create a bard hardly blade to turn this nigga into a Barbie state
• bar none my bars be great, scar ya face at an alarming pace so fast it'll be hard to make
• any reaction or counter to counter with reflexes cause by then I done re-flexed
• my fist with a tight grip to hit this light bitch and strike with the power of speeding jets
• at this point you can't even consider this a battle It's a mismatch
• I dispatch big black nigga's strapped to let pistols clap with a killas wrath
• bringing the noise like a gorilla clap, fuck pistol whipped you can get missile smacked
• if you can't battle then how the fuck you expect to go to war?
• killas on the block holding scars, bones are sore from a life of going hard on prison open yards
• but ironically those fences set limits making it the opposite of an open yard
• living locked down like when you close your heart
• this is potent art that goes deep as medical tool used to poke ya heart
• I may not drop something that explodes the charts but these flows and bars are over yours
• but this potential got a nigga ready to pop like minutes after the toaster starts
• and when I expose this mark he better stay in line like when Korean soldiers march
• or catch a dose of force like a Jedi laying dead dying, paralyzed legs, spines
• feds trying to connect an arrest to crimes
• i'm the best with mine, you'd think I'd put my house on clocks the way I settle on times
• my bezel shines like lights on those jets that's flying over western skies