DEFENDER'S RAP

• Your rhymes so bad I might have to write you a charge for indecent exposure, a few months later you gonna pull a Michael Jackson on us,
• claim we Billie Jean and what you wrote is not your son as the disclosure, There are no grand designs you can ever claim to have constructed,
• Synonym for feminine, if you thought you were gonna win with those stinker lines, you got another thing coming, possibly you suffer from dementia, cause the cognitive profile I detect from the rhymes isnt good,
• You come looking for beef, chief? You should have stayed vegetarian, cause my propensity is to spit a higher density than you,
• My murderous methodology got me looking for new lyrical designs that can rival the finest manmade constructs, heck if raps a construction then I am simply the illest bricklayer,
• There is no vote of confidence by the tap Committee for your broadcasts, pathetic attempts at poetry and prose come off as genuine as Pinocchios nose,
• Vindicated, victory is often guaranteed with this level of intellect, you see my mind is nothing less than a lethal weapon as far as the domain of rap is concerned,
• Your flows are at best primitive, at worst, obfuscating, you couldnt spit game if your life depended on it.
• What I spit is indiscernible to feeble minds, the people find my verbosity to be an extensively inclined towards imagery evoking a range of emotions,
• See many a MC claim animosity but never match the ferocity of my precocity, I spit game hard enough to case tectonic shifts and change the earths surface,
• Assorted skillset employed in an effective, professional takedown, you never had a chance
• You fall short of the simplest objectives in rap, you simply ill, diseased mind, with the requisite machinations, you catching static from me for being lacklustre,
• Son I know you are young but this ethering is gonna toughen you up properly, since time immemorial, few have ever come close to matching my level of skill and cadence,
• inculcate and imbibe you with virtuous of being a good emcee, see me I practically coach battle rappers on rappad, heck, check my record and discography,
• I can encapsulate your racket in a hard to swallow pill, send you packing back to the drawing board,
• Damn, and here I was thinking you was gonna drop math on us all, but Im dissapointed in my evaluation, here I was hoping for a decent challenge, but tommorow never knows, you can definitely improve, kid,
• Im attending to upkeep on lyrical catacombs where I bury my opponents in deep earth, the streets worth about 50 kilos of gold where I come from, valuation of my human talent is simply priceless but thats a figure if you want to put it,
• Damn this is an example of hardcore inequality, I actually dont know if I shoulda bodied you this hard, but this is battle rap and I aint gonna go soft on anybody,
• Indiscriminate in my targeting, Im like a loose cannon that decimates every opponent in sight, you thought your boy was tight? Wait till he gets to meet me,
• Circle of life? Many a MC just get into a CIRCLE OF STRIFE with me, the moment they convince themselves they want it with me,
• You were all gassed up when the battle started, now youll be fleeing the scene with gashes, damn we flamed you so hard and got nowhere to keep your ashes,
• Homicide - I commit it in battles, I got these lyrical ontological needs to express in my writings philosophical and mathematical concepts in a most elucidating manner,
• Im just aware, I sleep with one eye open, the other eye lies patiently in wait, for you phonies to show up and get disgraced,
• Pound for pound you simply aint in my range, Im the deranged enigmatic MC who commit murderous displays of manipulation with language, effectively I bury you opponents in lyrical catacombs