DEFENDER'S RAP

• I asked my marshmallows to provide random words to rhyme, by that I mean my peeps
• I handed the finished product to em’ on a plate and was surprised they wanted s’more
• My mindset wasn’t in the right state, I live in Ohio but was living like I was in Oklahoma
• I needed to whip open doors to discover what I had in store
• New schemes and new extremes so I can say I’m the real “sport” of rap
• So many reverse like pickups while on their grind, but rest assured I’ll never “back”track
• I’m gon’ snap that finger of mine when I rhyme to spice up a verse like Thanos cookin’ with time (thyme)
• And prove my lines aren’t in recess, like a child dismissed at lunchtime
• My mind often shifts into space from the present and fades from reality
• So I have to use all the power in my soul to uphold the grind I stand for and prove it’s no fallacy
• My name’s not Alice, but I can still hip-hop around this game and wonder across the land
• Gathering the finest instrumentals from each continent so others can see the works I’ve band
• My upperhand on the rap game will hopefully one day send me to Palm Beach
• Where I can inspire fruit for thought upon all who come to me for advice, I won’t be im”peached”
• I’m like a leech mixed with a postman and a criminal the way I have listeners attached to my delivery and conviction
• It’s no doubt a result of the way I roadblock hate from reaching my conscience, a rap restriction
• I’m no traitor, but I’m a fan of sending good will, this verse is a “benedict”ion for those who beg
• I would call this battle a win, but I never count my chickens before they hatch, the possibility is still shelled, like eggs
• But once the voters read my verse they’re sure to grant me amnesty and set me a free man, like Morgan
• And we can pipe up in rejoice at the victory with the sound of an organ