DEFENDER'S RAP

• 100 dollar bills, for the scholars ill, and he teaches until the end of sixth seal
• Rappers come looking for beef in haste, send em back looking like paste,
• Ladies and gents, it’s the return of the most sought after technician,
• My girls call me Daddy Sunray, I make sure they get vitamin D erry Sunday,
• Here to display unrivalled prowess in the symbolic through verses,
• Got all you phonies seeing deep red like I was a matador,
• Im a covert operative baby, work in the dark when no one looking,
• Transform you to a vegan, through this word salad that Im done cooking,
• Leave adversaries upset like a happy ending that never coming,
• Enter the domain of the crimson two headed snake dragon,
• Intimately snugly located in a whorehouse near an improvised wagon,
• The location where cops get emcees who go to fix their chakras,
• Harmonics and frequencies located in the spectrum known as cleopatra,
• I drop more rappers than labels about to become fiscally insolvent,
• My words impress linguists, demonstrate a prowess of the symbolic,
• These hands are weapons unveiled, get you on my koolaid like an alcoholic
• Crowds fear the day my pen is no longer available on the market,
• A mystical lethal syllable flipping maestro who is not sold on the darknet,
• One who has more flows than the annual plumbing convention,
• Words so wholesome and rich, you'd think I was in the spelling bee,
• But what I spit is deeper than the Bering Sea,
• Me and this game are inseperable, like them conjoined twins,
• Like ink on paper, when I play I go all in to make sure I win,
• Direct object action, my verses leave lyricists questioning their professions,
• Im the electrical revolution to this rap game, like the transistor,