DEFENDER'S RAP

• Trill is broke but he knows his throne will be gone, his whole flow is beginning to grow old, his new name is Trill-A-Joke.
• Doc's the man you gotta speak to, bust in the building with thoughts of cookin you like beef stew.
• You came to the right man for a quick bar exam, I'll just call Batman to come kick your ass, on my behalf.
• This guy got his Sides kicked in just for Robbing/Robin some lyrics, every written you spitting is diminished in minutes bitch.
• Every Punch you throw is light like a feather, I ain't lying/line when I say you put the ugly in sweater.
• Trajectory's eating up the memory, no more GIGs for the century I delivered that energy cleverly, not even the pope can come censor me.
• Doc's been winning you've been a spectator a hater, been cuffing rotators living by acres 'n raiding the raiders they're traitors your pen to the paper game is a failure.
• Doc's lyrical presence puts the ice on the glaciers, fuck the neighbors you're nothing more than a fish lying next to a dozen dead sailors.