DEFENDER'S RAP

• You step on the stage and the crowd starts laughin’,
• ’Cause you rap like your bars came free with closed caption.
• I’m snappin’, jaw crackin’, every punchline slappin’,
• While you rhyme like Siri wrote your whole verse by accident.
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• I’m that problem you can’t fix, a glitch in the format,
• You’re that rapper nobody quotes a walking doormat.
• Try to step to me? Boy, don’t even ignore that,
• Your whole style’s recycled call it lyrical DoorDash.
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• I’m swingin’ metaphors heavy, like I bench-press diction,
• You spit contradictions, blink twice you’re glitchin’.
• Your flow’s outdated, like a Windows edition,
• I spit one bar and your whole hard drive needs fixin’.
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• I’m the nightmare opponent, the stage fright dealer,
• You’re the type to lose a battle to a text-to-speech reader.
• Your crowd’s disappearin’ like they smelled something sweeter,
• While mine packs the room like “WE WANT THE LEADER!”
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• Yeah, I roast whole careers with a flick of a phrase,
• Break you down so bad you’ll need a lyrical raise.
• You came to compete? I came to amaze
• You’re stuck in first gear, I’m shiftin’ through a hundred more ways.
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• So step up again if you wanna get cooked,
• But bring a new rhyme ’cause the last one’s shook.
• This ain’t a rap battle this feels like a book,
• ’Cause every time you speak, I’m writin’ your whole outlook.