DEFENDER'S RAP

• A rarity among my peers, opps want to acquire my skills, and dream as such,
• Enter the MC, I fuse poetry, prose and rap like packing the meanest punch,
• Your style toxic and dated, no wonder you aint attracting the cleanest bunch,
• Leave opposition uncertain about their stylo, plots, and mounted strategies,
• Battling with one who bring defeat, made sure your fans counted tragedies,
• Competitors jealousy got them plotting boycotts, few ascend to my skill level,
• Never partaking in a degenerate art form, the true attending to sacred upkeep,
• About to drop grammar, mystical, indicated deep, make rappers weep,
• When I rock, call for a change, my vindicated peeps take apple seeds,
• This game mine, I monopolise poetry in this bitch, I choke and bag her,
• Enter the scene, never ill prepared, move stealthy toting cloak and dagger,
• You wack MCs claim talent, house of cards fold when my danger hit you,
• Imagination unhinged, numerous loose pages in which I pen my anger issues
• Supply exotic cadence and rhythms which surpass feeble MCs skillset,
• Entertain the crowd profanely, parking lots of the regal empty MidWest,
• Yo when I display mastery of these flows, leave aspiring ones incensed,
• Knowledge of scripture second nature, leave conspiring nuns impressed,
• Here I make a statement, enemies catch it in my song and hit the pavement,