DEFENDER'S RAP

• Here come the black bars like a baton eager to beat me till I can’t speak
• Your skill level? I could care less. Cause I follow the words of Martin Luther King and judge by the content of a character not the characteristics of a silhouette
• Like a game of chess it’s life I’m under stress one wrong move and I’ve lost my chance
• In Australia bout to get checked and I ain’t talking check-up drop the scalpel cause you gotta be a sharp shooter if you finna catch me Im never checked-mate
• Leave this place looking like a bloody-hell only time I’m out of pocket is when I’ve been released from the pouch
• Crayons and paper where it all started art and colors intertwined beyond the lines cause I refused to stay in line
• So packed with meaning I’m already half way the limit like a diabetic kid about to explode for eating too much in a minute
• Y’all fools like Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield while I’m swinging like Toby never outta of substance always ready to scrap
• You E.R.P. the track I E.M.P it I short circuit the system till its needs repeatin’
• I leave Zeus bolting for the exit faster then igniting lightning
• Dim lightings decorate the room as I lock the entrance not a single exit
• Leave the ghost asleep with coat hanger coates coated in codeine coatings
• Retrieve the inmost sheep heaps with groats loaded in proline loathings