DEFENDER'S RAP

• Deranged exhibitionist, delivering lyrics that induce a range of emotions,
• I instigate amnesia among your fanbase, they engage in a strange devotion,
• Yo what you spit is like turds: its damn soft, stinks and nobody wants it near,
• Manifesting the cash flow like a tsunami, hitting poonani the pockets feared
• The ill emcee drop these bars which are worth more than ones in Fort Knox,
• Originally from a dirty, distinct dangerous hood where fiends snort blocks,
• And stories of competitors who rose to my level, are as real as Goldilocks,
• Incendiary, my pen flammables I eat rappers like ten cannibals on redbull,
• Approach the problem with more angles than a tetrahedral or the federals,
• When I rock the scene, make fake rappers acknowledge their mediocrity,
• I guess you started from the bottom like Drake, only thing is you still there,
• My skill valued at such levels the industry required an affordable care act,
• Crowd pleaser, mind stimulator, when I write the red hot or bare facts,
• The herbal occupies my mind with blissful apparitions and visions of peace,
• I diminish your cult of personality when the crowd realise you aint the king,
• Analyse your pathetic existence and encapsulate it in another written ryhme,
• My style and cadence so unique, you couldnt rise up if youd bitten mine,
• Ask em, crowds dispense a sixth sense, the bricks sent I supply hooligans,