DEFENDER'S RAP

• I slaughter rappers chronologically, and alphabetically.
• With verbal astrology, it's out of this world, you need a vaccine.
• Your body reacts with histamines
• I open my composition, your deprivation of true lyricism has em dehydrated
• from auditory disposition.
• This game is also visual, aesthetically speaking. My hormones are peaking,
• so I'm vicious while preaching.
• I'm ecstatic, so I expose my apparatus, and arsenal of automatic verses
• speaking with verses like the churches,
• My name rings bells like the churches, the report of my voice helps disperse this.
• If my rhymes aren't directly projected toward you.
• The deflection of trajectory could ricochet and directly penetrate you.
• I'm virtually invincible, with municipal, minuscule rhyme schemes so mystical.
• You get choked up your words choke up in your trachea, lock down the area
• When I spit these lyrical pathogens to infect em all like malaria.
• I'm the host and you are the carrier.
• I broke the sound barrier.
• Cause I spit it super sonic, never spinning ebonics, the shcok wave is atomic.