DEFENDER'S RAP

• I got Jack-in-the-box rhymes, I “pop out” with fancy lyrics
• They’re stratospheric, hate is so far below me I no longer hear it
• North hemispheric. It’s only up from here, my career’s tied with balloons
• “It’s fun and games like cartoons”, they call me a loon when they don’t vibe with my tunes
• Leaving em’ so gassed I can see the fumes, will they go to sleep?
• Or peep the next heap of lines I deliver and call em’ “worn out” and “dirt cheap”
• “Juicy, bruh, you got them bars of yours from the penny candy aisle”
• I spit so vile it infiltrates your bile and moves it’s way up to your brain and tricks it into saying “come in, stay a while!”
• I never claimed to be top 5, not even top 10
• I’m in my mind’s zen when I scratch the pen. My only hope is that what I write one day orbits Earth, like John Glenn
• I pitched ideas to the label like I was on the bullpen, I wanted to take the game by the horns
• But they looked upon me in scorn and told me to be warned. “We’re the only one’s who can grant you your industrial wings so you can be airborne”
• Thats why I’m independent, defendin’ the rap God’s descendants so they can recognize their own bars are stupendous
• They don’t need no flight attendant when they’re on their own progression, they’re finna reach the point they’re transcendent
• And when they’re ascended they can have a seat at the table with all of the greats
• They say with how cheesy I am, the only greats I’ll meet are parmesan and steak
• Said I could never shake the game cause I’m white and lame, the paper’s like milk, you can’t see a thing
• But if I’m really such a flake, I think you need to quit being so corny and say it to my face
• If you can’t then get out my airspace as I wright my destiny like Kitty Hawk
• I took a pit stop in Australia, that’s why my lines bite like crocs
• You could zoom over Indiana cornstalks and wouldn’t catch me wonderin’ through the maze
• Cause I’m way above y’all now, I done passed the planning phase!
• I’m turnin’ pages like Segar. I’m a proofreader, rhyme weeder
• Line breeder, ringleader, always comin’ with infectious energy like a cheerleader
• Fans flock to me like a birdfeeder, everything I speak provides nourishment
• These minty fresh lines I painted red and white just so I could call em’ encourage”mints”!