DEFENDER'S RAP

• I’m hittin’ the dash cause I’m in automatic, you’re stuck in manual transmission
• The finish line’s my mission and I got the ambition, so it’s high time I win in this favorable condition
• “You’re a musician, you don’t know how to make a livin’”. My brother, are you a physician?
• Cause you seem to know a lot about my cognition and single me out for being different
• In addition, you claim you got better game, but pull up with the gang and I’ll check both you and your mate
• It’s a sad fate, but I gotta set the record straight like I’m layin’ a disc on a phonograph from 1948
• “Them’s the glory days!”, you’ll say as I leave your namesake in the past
• Don’t mean to be rash, but I’ll leave your body red and splotchy like an allergic reaction, anaphylaxis hits ya fast!
• Give ya somethin’ for that sass and disappear without a trace. Like Santa, I’ll grace you with my presence (presents)
• And leave you like a child in disbelief seein’ Chris Cringle at the dining room seat, you couldn’t finish your sentence!