DEFENDER'S RAP

• a corrupt pope Benedict on mayhem, dick cupped in hands
• ready to pipe em down your fucking throat
• if i hear you say one word critiquing me
• roll your eyes (Roll 'i') steadily
• over the letters i spray, i'ts like a warning sign ⚠️ (!, rolled 'i')
• i'ma rest em down with my wrist swings with a little twist added..
• i'ma give it a second for you to think that bar out //
• defeating me is obscene, a false alarm on the scene
• been through too many levels and clutched wins
• over many wannabes and a few actual MCs
• they run off when I return on the beat,
• and get back on when I turn my back on the beef
• they're something that comes after me, my dependent genes
• and that's a fact. no if, and or maybes
• so the only time you are ever going to see me lose,
• is when you see me in the ring against me
• you do not have the juice to fuck with me; I ain't your cup of tea //
• gun smoke, gun smoke! underquoting your death note
• think you da goat, bitch better keep your eyes low when we on roll
• 2 packs caught, got me spend 2 nights in jail with 2 Chainz on
• i don't do trap, but i spray flow like AK clips tipped with ammo
• don't need no glamour, Lambos, no M's, no Mercedes
• i smoke OGs, this mad hatter yapping and i tell them come lick this honey
• yelling "drop the pen and swig some liquor!"
• "will never make a Nickle, annoying"- says this pimp mister
• pretend like Luther Van, but to rap he barely relates
• this wood splinter in my hand is like a pistol with hairpin trigger
• clap, clutch, boom! and you're a dead tomb if you misbehave
• every lyric against me is a deadly sin quick payback
• and i'll make sure to deliver it with pain
• been ripping this shit since the first day, so you better switch your lane
• and i don't wanna hear you complain! //
• my brain is coexisting in parallel universes
• I'm raising 3 bars on the same verses, 3-D's on your papers
• take aim(aem) off the sight, and the 'same word' becomes sword
• at this point in time, its all clouds and dust to 99 cent ya'll.. busted
• caught you on scheme red-handed, eyes banded ya'll blind
• looking but not seeing , I'm locking ya'll behind the bars
• neat without beat, no glocks only cloaks, cursed with my verses //
• "do i ever run out of lines?", the answer was "Never"
• but you know, about it, i had to tryout to be kinda clever
• so i started sliding my next line,
• took a card out of his deck, used it to my edge
• as a Mastercard, handed him his ace in the next batch
• rolled-out dollar bill, and slid it across the line the whole time
• until its all up my nostrils, put a hole in the septum
• all up to my cerebrum //
• // 'line' used as double entendre, 'line' as line of a verse and
• // as a 'line' of coc