DEFENDER'S RAP

• I blew you apart harder than an asymptotic inflection, no theorem can ever intricately enumerate the operation of this mathematical entity, indeed I am an anamoly of the matrix, rappers can't take my realities and choose the blue pill,
• When I'm done with your body of rap there simply won't be much detection of the carcass, cause I obliterate your piss poor rhetoric like a plasma laser cutter, turning rock solid MCs to the softest butter, yeah Im a product of the hood and the gutter,
• Im on my battle rap Canibus shit - about to smoke you faster than cannabis - quick, Me Im the chaotic entity in the matrix, raps John Wick, my schemes? Its ponzi, yeah, my lyrical ponds deep, and CONSE-quently, you feel it
• Eloquence embedded in these rhyme schemes that inspire crime sprees, I climb trees of knowledge constructed by the most eminemt intellects, my rap constructs rival the architecture of pyramids or skyscrapers,
• Ethically flagrant, vagrant drop bars that simply murder and bring into question the legacies of previous titans, rugged flows and no literary device satisficed, this is the real deal,
• Instigating animosity among peers, see me Im a rap researching academic who never gets peer reviewed out of jealousy, cause yall are simply BLINDED by my levels of talent,
• See me rock this industry leaving you aspiring ones turning to conspiracies, Im off the RICHTER SCALE, earthquake that leave you SHOOK, and your rhyme book look ancient, dated and primitive in front of the skills I yield with ease and finesse,
• Eminently energetic, your soubriquet back in 2018 was "pussy" was for a good reason, damn if raps a state then yall conspiring to commit treason,
• Enigmatic MC infuse the scene with a methodology seldom seen, your style is with most certainty to be declared obsolete,
• Im independent of your tomfoolery, this raps ruler be most despotic, symptomatic of your diseases flows the kingdoms languishing, you supply that which be anguishing the masses,
• Solitary sonnets which are inclined to push evil designs deep into the recesses of your intellect, I peel back your rhetoric like onion layers, nowadays the average diction coming from you is fifth grade, the spliffs aid my creation and devotion,
• Few match the prerequisites for combat, pass you around like a pin ball, you like Kanye when Kim called, for the divorce,
• Accelerated my learning, my enhanced cognition got deep skill involved,
• Back to the essence, few can match the pressence, these lyrical vessels are painting tesselations of images generated by your sub-par brain, you wanted water? I made it rain,