DEFENDER'S RAP

• Rap industry's industrial invigilator, here to provide you a sound assessment, and tell you if you gonna make it out your moms basement,
• Interestingly I am not able to find any competing rap lifeforms in this battle, now, either my radar malfunctioning or you suck, and my radar got installed just yesterday...
• You ain't a king, stop trying to turn rap into your pathetic plaything, My rhymes a scathing combative attack for what your package lacking,
• The black age beckons with your display of lyricism and talent, tacky!
• You the beaver, well I whack you rappers on here, Exhaustively characterisating the opposition, I know you people better than you know yourself,
• Im spitting knowledge and facts straight out the bookshelves of philosophers, mathematicians and pimps and poets,
• How you gonna claim rapper but yet don't show it? In your works,
• When crunchtime arrives your skills turn out to be ghosts, like your writers,
• Im challenging lyricists and poets, 2.38 syllables per word in 745 words, I hit that record boy,
• You just a rap decoy, a dummy, gods son across your tummy, Egyptologists know I construct catacombs and tombs for mummies in my writing,
• These flows are so pyro, knock the biro pen straight like a wrestler, the mic tester, this game? I best her, creating new pinnacles, trends, you need new friends,
• Inspired exclusively through the rawest sources, Im rap special forces,
• Im about to roast you harder than peanuts, inspiring you to take a hippocratic oath, first requirement? DO NOT SPIT GAME like you just DID,
• Preserving my precocity and intellect, the main resource of an underdog like me,
• Enumerating and richly describing the anatomy of the purest virgins,
• See I got the verbosity that rivals the beauty of the Vitruvian man or Mona Lisa,
• My arts sure to be valued in excess, your attempts are worth as much as a phony pearl necklace,
• The recless, feckless, indebted rapper who make you questioning your choosen life path, through this tight math I drop,
• Geometry running deep, architectural I concoct in these lyrics rivals those that are world renowned,
• I got you gridlocked, all those pills popped, ducking skilled cops, and staying tip top, equipped lots, my skills is rock solid, yours most squalid and deprived,
• Leave you out in the rain, slurping a milkshake, cause your milk definitely did not bring the boys to the yard, so you gotta finish it yourself,
• Im gonna shine till I run out of breath, watch the south attest: my level of skill is simply an anamoly,
• You couldnt get inspired if you overdosed on molly, a folly, golly, you gonna be sorry,
• Smack you around in this verbal volleys, and bag you inside my shopping trolley,
• No tarmac, gravel road leads to a white chapel, My karmas got a hold on me like a commandos grapple,
• I was in the garden long before I got handed Nandos and an Apple, Prisoner of my own mind, try to picture that shackle,
• I leave em waiting in the rain, not very sane,
• And I got some plans for the weekend, New ride, they asking me when the lease ends,
• New money, they asking me who lends, I might have gone off the deep end,
• And its usual I got a lot on my plate, If life's a serving then I got handed a buffet,
• I got a few tricks but I aint running a circus, We got a couple orders now they trying to work us,
• Blessings from the lord today we flying g4, No show, now the John show, scared to name himself so he call himself John Doe,
• White snow on the floor, I aint supposed to open it, but it was a door,
• Temptation got the best of me, not like before,I was out the birth canal like a missile,
• always on target, nuclear, I stay fissile, Irradiate the scene,
• Ride with the high beam, Welcome to my team,
• He without sin shall cast the first stone, And Ive got some things Ill atone,
• But lord why am I so Alone, Im on all year, 4 seasons never stop,
• Fell from the top, but survived the drop, Someone lying in a Jacuzzi with an uzi,
• But only waters Ive seen are the rough cold seas, They took my photo but I aint ever say cheese,
• Some roll with glock in one hand, scripture in the other, People thing about god or their mothers,
• And when they find out I cracked the criteria, They get that sore throat, like diptheria,
• Don't matter if you try right, You be searching for the sun but stuck in the twilight,
• Daylight saving to daylight robbery, Lights out for a few hours,
• Turned me from a king to the prince of darkness