DEFENDER'S RAP

• 36 lines and no rules.
• Call this anarchy. Bring n' da old-style resurrect it time I brought back everything.
• Make ya "steam flow" bleed exhaust like, an automatic extraction unit turbine.
• Desired level "dried"-like rhizome microphone-slayin' like, dioscorea paniculata obliterating rheumatism
• Verses stiff-like joint arthritis new style approach battlin'
• an all-out hoax-ya low like, d-layer
• spittin' obsolete jawn old-classic like Panasonic headphones
• style mixed with Bimetallic Element Biocide-life'd with Dahlia flowers
• Your "dream verse" deposits, like Efflorescence.
• You the Hell n' this world I'm the metaphorical answer of Heaven Sent.
• Boombox rappa arsenal with beats is my Genesis, you producing raps-ain't enough "shock"
• than, an electric battery
• got my primary-flow secondary forms-together with it, like I combined emceedom and word ics spittin' ubiquitousness
• and omnipresent. I'll spit n' the present-exist with gods-to use you like, MK Ultra
• Make you dissolve like, an electrolyte. I'm like Medusa
• turning ya to stone with my eyes.
• Make ya lips-"swell"-when I blast the "Hydrocarbon" Aromatic guns.
• You'll wanna grow ya gift-erect like, ulmus campestris sariensis lyrics to teach into ya senses learned anything new?
• Or is that knowledge still about how to get girls with ya crew!? God damn it's not about the way a vagina-looks Nuclear a lotta-rappers who studio mix and autotune blow an era this generation in music
• gettin' worse than The Great Depression
• I build off punchlines more than LEGO towers
• mic-drop on a King settle in the hour!