DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm mighty vast, run around you at light-speed fast with your psyche slashed
• I can't ever be precisely matched, but don't use that as an excuse, you just might be trash
• Hit you with an icy blast, thawed with hot verses and for a response you just lightly bash
• You can't stand since you'll likely crash, legs slightly cracked, any feeling you likely had
• Is gone now in colors so brightly clad, a likely cad for the police to have an inquiry fast
• Will point to me so tightly that they know I'm the villain and they're slightly mad
• Because this is the fifth victim in four days, the times of death exact and they record dates
• Working long and hard sore days, problem the places of death were in four states
• But they can't find the verse that lead to this poor phase, maybe look through a line or phrase
• Allow me to orchestrate, I'm just playing war games, look at the verses before maimed
• And 99 99% of the time people agree with, the one an avid hater of me
• But when the 99% against me the one person thinks I'm classic it's blatant to see
• That they switch when it's position based, how you like me now how does the decision taste
• Positioned to dislike me with conditioned hate, but my verses that are on class as kitchen waste
• Still have delicious taste, since my verses better with the syllables and the phrases spit
• You just a basic bitch, and I think you just may submit to the greatest wit
• And since I know your next move, I already know who's next dude
• The next dudes whoever I'm next too, he got bad omens like he in a depressed mood
• He know he won't be able to collect food, gonna have other problems to digest too
• I always get my respect dude, you forget so now I got respect due
• In real life I'm best viewed, like the best food in a battle you will get chewed
• If this tennis it's match, game then set dude, so overpowered my attributes get skewed
• My flow is so fine tuned, you would swear I'm a damn mechanic
• Well after you're broken you'll need a damn mechanic, because I'm an alpha canis
• In an endless haze for days, half awake, half asleep, chemically bonded
• My life haunted and daunted, graphed with wrath, calculated and plotted
• Still people want to have lyrical epiphanies, complete their work dismally
• Showing additionally more sympathy, for whats visibly viewed vividly
• And people seem diseased the way they think things are, but they wrong from the onset
• Their eyes might be offset, it seems to be in this society what doesn't matter is context
• There's nobody like me, ever be? Not likely, other artists don't have a back or a shoulder bone
• I don't even have to take a bold approach, hold the phone, but for now I'll hold the throne