DEFENDER'S RAP

• Find me between two pillars,
• Like a scientist, I'm devising schematics in my book,
• Drop rhymes that could kill a truce,
• They said they get mine, I affect rhymes but they are still confused,
• Hypnotherapists flock and collude to block these rhymes,
• While they got to plot schemes to leave cops in binds,
• False labels and fables got me assigned as a threat to the establishment,
• Watching comets take off like a jet or a rocket,
• You can try, but nobody is trained to set to top it,
• Rise like Lazarus from the ashes,
• Hoes get their ass reversed and troops look past the verse,
• MCs biting get struck with a faster curse,
• I hold ceremonies like black masses,
• Crack the fat cat's glasses,
• Pros like me don't need any target practice,
• I just bust these with Gs and generate the hardest classics,
• And advice has-beens to pack a black card and black timbs,
• Drop the shock left, right, and center,
• Keep the real out, death might offend her,
• My bark and bite got me through the hardest nights,
• Elucidate with clarity, the type of the smartest kind,
• You'll be broke and end up spun like a spoke,
• And I be the cowboy, bringing the tighter rope,
• I level seven rhyme books with timed hooks of the pen,
• While yo man pretend that he roll with nine crooks in the ends,
• I just bust these and watch the societal impact,
• My boy was kinda suicidal, in fact, but that's explicit with my syntax,
• Man to thank, you need cerebral implants to get my chants,
• Rhymer who never needed any stamp for my camp,
• Facts, I never made too much bank,
• A rebel and I get the crowd amped,
• Crowds rock and talk by the thousands,
• I sever the roots of all them industry plants,
• The combinatorics of my rhyme scheme generates lethal cramps,
• I bust these in reverse speed and ripple sands,
• Uppity hood where whack fiends rock black timbs,
• And white hoodies, and sacrifice rams at summer,
• Roll up to my house like a machine gunner,
• Corrupt cops impact the black markets,
• Diverse flock and got to conclude that we lacked targets,
• Clear that half-assed styles don't belong here,
• Amateurs try, but find they ain't got the ear,
• Scientists attempt to study me in technicolor dream coats,
• Statisticians wonder how I win votes,
• Cops pull no stops in the block,