DEFENDER'S RAP

• yo, I pop out the mist, no script, just fists
• whole crowd go stiff, like “who that is?”
• I’m the ghost in the smoke, the glitch in the code
• came to bury your name, now you stuck in a mode
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• probably squad link arms like y’all rehearse ballet
• all that tough talk? man, that role don’t pay
• screamin’ “slay” while your boys cosplay
• I slay for real, no cap, just flay
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• you all cap, I crack that act
• no ten toes, just backflat
• they clapped you outta the booth
• now you studio’s new doormat
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• you Bart Simpson with a crown made of tinfoil
• I rhyme in gold, my pen drip with engine oil
• you ain't underground, just underwhelming
• your "grind" don’t exist, it’s self-deluding
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• your bars? I swipe left — couldn't even find ‘em
• head in the gutter, still can't define ‘em
• mixin’ letters like Scrabble on a sugar rush
• you playin’ games, I bring the controller crush
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• I’m untamed, unphased, I dunk in your face
• your weed laced, bro — caught a case off taste
• you Steve Lacy bars — folks forget what you say
• you fade like mist — no legacy, no trace
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• I’m time and pressure, I break fakes with grace
• your whole persona? misplaced
• you chase fame with a ghostwriter pace
• and your flow? man, that need a neck brace
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• so let me educate:
• I'm hell-born with wordplay
• you spit 'cause you bored
• I spit and the floor shakes
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• your girl pressin’ you — now that’s real fear
• got you out here barkin’ with a puppy veneer
• I'm on ten, you a glitch in the mirror
• wrong line, wrong time — you disappear
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• Your bars all jokes, cartoonish disaster
• Light up the mic — look close,
• I smoked you with your own characte