DEFENDER'S RAP

• nodding to the knock of a bootleg somebody prolly dropped off from Gotham
• brought it in a tall black bottle with the nozzle popped off, they told me it’s hot and not to swallow fast
• or i’ll cough like the last kid who rocked up in docs and got knocked for talkin too loud in the wrong part of the walk up
• caught up in thoughts, a lot of what i jot got plotted in boxes, spot check concepts and clock in
• i’m honest, stopped short of options, polished it, dropped it, awfully solid, plotted the launch like a rocket
• got stuck in the potholes, bars and the promise i offered, trauma i boxed with logged in a journal from Target
• i’m not in the pocket, i’m walkin with progress, talkin through loss, authored with a conscience
• they said it’s competitive, bet, i’ve been better since sentences, measured it, heavy like Ennis in tennis
• relentless with pen in my grip and the leverage to sever a critic who slipped with a petty ass message
• vetted in sets with the deadliest guest list, i’m never indebted, no bitch shit or edits
• just minutes and effort and metrics you couldn’t invent if you edited credits
• i let it reset in the mental, centered, direct as a header in seconds, deflecting their mentions
• and stepping on records they pressed just to test me, they said it and meant it, i let em
• morning’s distorting the corners, i’m orbiting, floating through borders
• stems to disorder, balance like tapes in a patrol crate with a worn out recorder
• meditate sideways, pen in my left, breath in a five way delay from the neck down, nested like a cassette now
• blackout, basements that packed out with rap fiends, sample it and wrap it in wax sheets
• been bootin on loop with a rootkit that nukes your whole route through the group chat, you knew that
• move back, I’m proof that the new class grew past your flu raps
• i’m two tabs deep, cracked scuba mask full of junk stats
• fun fact, i’m dumpin on tracks like a dumpstat bard with a bug out bag
• rapping while I backhand bad hooks, lab rats gaspin, i’m past them, ran laps while y’all crash like Dashlane
• mad cause your fanbase vanished in a flashbang, grab space in a flat gray van with a handshake cam
• and a plan to go ravage your fanpage, i’m half crazed, sat down, mapped out ten bad rounds
• marked up in sharpie, i’m hardly alarmed by the barking, an arsonist marchin through tarjay with parchment
• and markers for targeting, dodging like narcos in car chases, order my thoughts like a waitress
• who knows that the lobster was brought in and cost them mortgage, i’m off in the orbit
• like portis in Portland with 14 reporters recording the chorus, of course i was bored of forbes lists
• i’m more into foreign shit, court dates, award shows in four states, been war taped, boxed in like cornflakes
• plays in the bay from a DJ, i rotate, sharp with the long blade like a tall james
• harden, been strong with the song names since they played back in dog days