DEFENDER'S RAP

• I was 16 in 2019 when I joined the pad
• How’d ya get 18 outta that? You blind rage typed and skipped the math
• These followers I amass, but they ain’t my troops. How you claimin’ I got a crew when I ain’t even in a group?
• I be on the stoop of the cave, bow and arrow ready to shoot. You wanna beef and I need some fresh meat, so I’m gonna fire the second I hear the leaves crumple from your boots
• I must be a flea, cause I’m gettin’ under your skin
• Words like mandibles that cut within, my saliva encourages your blood to keep flowing
• I follow the all-knowing, without his word I wouldn’t be able to keep going
• Rain or snowing, my spirituality is like a greenhouse while you’re a weather-beaten sapling, I keep on growing
• I never claimed anyone to be a plague to the culture
• But saying that is wild when a few lines prior you talked about building a sculpture. You don’t even got your words straight, you dance around and balter
• You faltered and lost dominance. If you a vulture and I got em’ all on my side, then like a pack of geese you got kicked out the V, that’s a skill issue to be honest
• SHEROSS is an albatross swoopin’ in attempting to double-cross, but his excessive feathers were pleathered, leaving him drossed
• You’re gettin’ straight mossed like a short-legged corner. I’ll leave ya lying on the ground for crossin’ my turf
• Roastin’ ya like a dang lobster, served on a platter straight from the surf
• I’m doubling my factor the more I hop on the mic, I’m out here doing multiplication tables
• I’m Anne and this land is is my Avonlea, my green gables
• But I ain’t “horsing” around, you won’t find me in the stables
• But I hope that we can laugh when all is said and done
• That last diss was pre-written. There was no target, you weren’t the one
• But it’s cool to direct diss so we can give it our all and still have fun