DEFENDER'S RAP

• Tekneek think he the shit, but in the end, he's really minimized to dirt on the floor,
• Seekin' battles he can't even win yet, in desperation, he's lookin' for different wars
• I'm a very ferocious brute, so, in the end, I'll undeniably, impact this dude with force,
• Man is out here writin' these delicate-bars and losin' to substandard rivals,
• You're a fat-ass, anyone can outrun 'round you in spirals,
• not projectin' any emotion in your tracks, you're vulnerable and guilty, bitch already lost the trials,
• How much more times we gon' have to hear you poorly deliver? This shouldn't be a cycle,
• BYOB comin' up soon, we all know Tekneek's DEFINITELY not makin' it past the finals,
• After my win, this won't be WWE SmackDown after I got Tek's bitch holdin' my title,
• Tekneek, take a seat, ['bout to write you down my grasp of RAP in a brief,
• All the Techniques this geek knows, is how to be hella-sweet, checked out his tracks
• and, cracked-up in disbelief losin' fights to opponents with bars lighter than leaves,
• The fun hasn't even debuted yet, pussy already wants this storm to cease,
• Bro unable to find his pops, no wonder why he lacks of affection,
• Pickin' Elementary-School Fights then, you wonder why you never augment in ascension,
• All the same retards tryna bite, what is this? The Retards United? The Retardo Convention? So many options.
• Despite his fright, I'll still point this 21 Caliber at his dome an' make him crawl away in silence,
• Who does this Tek think he is tryna mess with me? My dominant lyrics will make him elevate up in the sky, feet not on the ground,
• He lives near a Circus, yet everywhere you go, people swore they see this Clown,
• Thinkin' his bars make his challengers nervous, probably goin' to school in a pink-gown,
• You'll be called Holy Spirit, after these impactful bars morph you into a phantom,
• This audience gon' be Wildin' Out after this Rhyme Cannon with the name Nick imprinted on it, airs and goes platinum,
• Bars gon' make Tekneek go insensible and recite SUPREMEs Special Anthem,
• Fam, is your mind imprisoned? Pay this debt and you'll feel freedom, after Tecca On Ransom,
• Should be indigent for needin' new BARS and not recycled-ones, SUPREMEs heat make you feel lyrically assassinated like you was Malcolm - (R.I.P. Legend.)
• Yo, how you not even on the stage and the audience already booin',
• Tek's the reason for all the school-shootings at his school, dude brings a fatal-weapon to school and think he coolin'
• How you so aware of your own hood, yet I'm on yo block ZOOMIN?
• His hoe don't even like him for him, she likes him due to interests and the good he be lootin',
• This Summer he had the whole platform Dazed with a vocal of his, that's why he boomin',
• 'Ight, this verse that gon' end puttin' you in a hearse, ended, afraid that this a wrap,
• Dawg, you wasn't able to persist in this combat, you're the rodent that always collapses in the mousetrap,
• Tryna act bright, however, you got no binders in your backpack, actin' so tough so masculine yet you look like a drag.
• Finishin' off by You a coward, you don't even smoke crack, be sure to tutor your raps,
• Prince of this shit, you the peasant that will stay wack.