DEFENDER'S RAP

• Spectate Atreus from the birds-eye-view, pidgeon message like I'm Jesus steppin' over this body-of-water, Blue Bayou
• Witness dis casket n' his life-framed, inherit derealization how this False-Prophet took his L like a knight phase,
• You mock-scepters except Jesters, the Trickster that caught Ace, Pentacles down to earth sacrificial birth, I hope I'm diggin' on the right Spades,
• Light Yagami to bring L's to his death like Shinigami, so when I bring 'Light-to-Dark' what I spit is Contrary,
• You're Death Noted since I drag-on Devilish Rem-nants, thats how the Shendu-call-me/Shinto-Kami,
• This con-tested a Contestant so he's missed-lead/misled, yin n' yang duality i'm Valmont, "You gon' give me the Talisman!"
• Imperial plan how I roam/Rome the streets, like Tarquinius I let my Superbus', rob ya' Palace, now you catchin' ores from the Tin-cans,
• Teleport to dis' game dead, treasure-chest marks the X-Men now ya 'Nightcrawlers' murked in front of your own friends,
• Your bars "pop-the-pin" on Donkey shit, Murderer's Row this a Yankee Doodle saga on my Perfect Pitch,
• This Poetic Grand-Slam wackin' for candy (w)rap it's a Baby Ruth Piñata bash, you're out of this world, Sputnik! Three months since this party-crashed,
• Get tha Gat scratchin' off the tic-patterns where my jock-itch, More like 'bats out of hell' stung less than a 'biting-midge',
• Atreus a pest n' nested how he'll get a Poet Sic(k), I exterminate dis' PlayWright, Paul-Rudnick when we shake-spears that's why "I Hate Hamlet",
• I'm really Poetic when thoughts runnin' Sick, not the type to bask in Sins', but that Lonely bitch a-con/Akon, tender with the sentimental shit,
• Some Sol LeWitt, the Soul & Wit style I do not fuck with, Minimalistic with the smoke n' had three-dimensional-joints, Tony Smith,
• You're featureless a Silhouette, nothing but catch shade attached-to-strings, like shadow-ventriloquists while Atreus recites the Alphabet,
• Cause when I plot a Character-Assassination "We Will Not Forget", have the MugShotz done himself just to change his name like Malcolm X,
• So if I'm Rollin' Thunder, this PTSD in Vietnam with the Jungle-Fever,
• Mugz and Parradoxx thirsty switchin' bitches, that was when Atreus forgot that he had a Liter/Leader,
• Maverick exposed your style for sumn' less ambitious, for a Muslim the Hajj is the pilgrimage, then this bitch posing-Greek came from Mount Olympus,
• Whats next? This is much more than sibling-rivalry, how you made Cain the Abel/Able Body, I'm Aegisthus, Stones will fall from yall Property,
• While we all watch you make wack-ass bars, no one's a Clark Kent, but somehow you would turn 'Orestes' into 'Testes', what is that atrocity? No content.
• You were a Solid-Snake to MMM but no wonder they were Raiden/Ridin' to help you make a comeback,
• I accomplished grand-schemes on the world stage so you tell it to Big Boss, you were the Pawn I navigated through contact,
• I know I ain't have a Killer Mike/Mic though you will never release a Good El-P/LP, so scratch that,
• Recycling trash-raps, you did that to Deirrow and yougenFU, where else did you do that?
• You a veteran destined to fail, two times will Sonny get an L against the Bis'/best to Cool J on his Back,
• Its been long since you ever abused a track, Floyd Mayweather passin' UR L's since jumpin' Melissa's dick ain't taught you Smack,
• This shit was just a warm up, now all you Groupies who caught the Flak, you saw a Tesla n' Arc Shockin' defeat, that Zeus made the sky crack,
• You never consistently punched-a-line, thats why your flow flattened on ya back, cuz this lines for the Cardiac-arrest,
• My EpiPens and Shock-Pads across your chest, You ain't God's Son..