DEFENDER'S RAP

• Somebody tell this motherfucker to retire, for real, why're you frontin' on me with a midlife crisis? You're elderly
• What's an oldhead to a known vet? I'd rather go right against Melo's schemes
• 2 decades he's been a writer and counting, you'd think time would tell if he's become precise with the skill –
• Please, he writes like he's still a teen... Now you're over 30 years old, Spartan
• Are you measuring 8,000 days as a whole for those bars or just since the date you last-known started?
• Did you grind it full-time or part-time? Well let's see,
• If reputation was money then you'd have difficulty defining wealth to me.
• This fighter's resiliency will decline with his self-esteem, I'm an Immortal so there ain't no riot shield fa' me
• Fear and spears, that's what I'm striking to kill – 300 of Leonidas' militants,
• And not a single buckler up – No wonder the, man behind the name is now a mumbler 'cause, he used to drive so relentlessly
• The day he almost died by collision, he woke up from that concussion then cried himself to sleep
• Knowing Dysarthria took away the mic of a "real MC" – Let alone his entire will to speak.
• I could sympathize if you're feelin' peeved, but, there's still time to fulfill your dream
• Start dying your cilia and icing your grills, you'll blow up overnight as a 'Lil' – Holding a white cup filled with lean
• It may be surprising, this intel that I'm providing so selfishly
• Ask him... Ask him why he'd be tellin' me
• 'Cause, this conflict? It wasn't prompted, we set this up in the month of March and I've been unresponsive
• It may've come across like I was duckin' but I was fuckin' stallin'
• You crumbled and couldn't hide the guilt but fuck your conscience for deciding to spill the beans,
• Said: "I took shots at your 'Self Sabotage' thing." – I just sabotaged Spartan himself you see,
• He gave me quite the lil' leak
• Similar to the one fallin' from his weak-muscled jaw,
• Dissing the same masterpiece that he drooled over stunned in awe?
• Awe shit, toe to toe I'm punchin' Spar, spottin' his clumsy wallops,
• I bust his nostrils 'til his tongue is swallowed giving flashbacks recalling his clunker trauma –
• Ha... He even tried to touch up his car but the only thing buffering is his dumbstruck noggin.
• So if you're sick of tricks in my bar play, come and pause it
• I blew up, pulled the pin from the dictionary and the shrapnel left you a cicatrix now there's word composites scattered amongst your bloody carcass
• Fuck it, I'm beyond reproach, watch me scoff and scold
• I'm about to go back and break down your battle from 2004 versus El Phantom the Chicano ghost
• That intro was the wrong approach, it wasn't even a set-up for a punchline so I honestly hope you lost it bro,
• It took you 12 lines of talkin' grown before you realized "Oh, this is not a poem."
• Then flipped his name like "My diet consists of elephant meat" – You know what, I am getting PETA on the phone!
• The rest of it was awful, no substance beneath the rhymes you told,
• There's nothing that stands out and 20 years later I can't tell the difference between your style no mo'
• I'd stop the jokes but my ink-credible, fax. I just ended you, I gotta' go catch my flight,
• And guess what? Sike, I'm flying to Sacramento with an MF Doom mask and a pen to write,
• 'Body Bag Unidentified' except the toe-tag – I left my impression signed with a hard ice cold