DEFENDER'S RAP

• Your cadence is basic, your phrasing is wasted / I’m adjacent to greatness, you’re vacant and tasteless / I trace the placement of every arrangement I’ve created / Until the base of the pavement is shaking from the greatness
• I’m the proto-type, the solar light, the overnight ghost writer / Hold the mic like a soldier's fight, I’m a cold-blooded bone striker / You’re a low-life, a slow-type, a no-strikes-and-you’re-out
• I’m the soul-hype that stole the night and closed up your mouth he dial turns, now I’m calibrated, Keep the caliber rated for the depreciated, I’m the deepest stated, leave 'em decapitated
• A ghost in the machine, my soul is de-activated U R just a pixelated image in a shattered frame, I’m the data breach that’s leaking through your family name U claim you’re "moving weight" ?
• well, let the scales tip, I’ll leave you anchored to the bottom on some whale shit. Binary code in the cold, I’m the glitch in the system, A surgical precision, I don't miss 'em, I assist 'em to the afterlife, baptized in the gasoline,
• the unseen king of the catastrophic scene my vocabularies lethal,
• every syllables a slug, I’m pullin plugs on the thugs lyin lifeless on the rug
• it’s a monopoly of misery, I’m buyin' up the blocks, While U R clockin out early in a pine scented box
• Who change the weather? That’s me—The Guelph Storm’s breathin’ fire,
• Rippin’ the doors off your cellar like I’m settin’ the wires.
• I see me down the road, hypin’ the globe like Tesla,
• Clean leather seats, gold speech—feel the pressure.
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• Competitors tremble, I'm clever with the pen’s agenda,
• Scripts get sicker whenever I stitch them together.
• Born a terror—fuck prey and that fake pretender,
• Infinity ink member, wordplay's top inventor.
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• Wall Street bets flippin’, the underdog ascender,
• Stackin’ cheddar off aggressors, I’m the truth, not a sender.
• From massive to slender, push weight beyond measure,
• Cross me? Vendetta-etched Beretta gets drawn with no error.
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• I’m a poet, a jester, and the center of the sector,
• This arsonist scheme got ‘em sweatin’ in their sweaters.
• Trendsetter—hunt for deals like it’s my last supper,
• No Cinderella—just a script-wieldin’ headhunter.
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• Deathstroke written in stone—legacy forever,
• I eat prey post-peace like Hannibal with the leather.
• Say “when,” I say “whenever,” bitch, read the header,
• Another severed head bagged—yeah, I’m that treasure.
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• I don’t pull levers quick—I torch slow and clever,
• I’ll Roc-A-Fella fast—slicker than any endeavor.
• Mind sharp as professors, I transform with no pressure,
• This writing obsessor is heavy—feel the stitch in your sweater.
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• Scripts spin like processors—complex, but better,
• A lyrical Dexter, dismemberin' every letter.
• No stretchers—your fate's festered from Guelph to Manchester,
• This diss style's a plague, it won’t leave ‘em after.
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• So why think lesser? In 20 years, they’ll respect it,
• When they wore diapers, I was wreckin’ their ancestors.
• Two-hand hold it—Winchester boldness,
• Silence these bitches with one line, leave ‘em soulless.
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• Since elementary poems turned poems into omen,
• I been zonin’ alone—Corleone when I’m flowin’.
• Microphone throne? I own it, war tone never broken,
• From unknown to stone-etched quotes, now they post what I’ve spoken.
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• It only takes seconds to be known, so don’t test it,
• The Guelph Storm roams—too raw to be bested.
• They read what I wrote on tablets and phones,
• Now fans recite the verses that came from my zone.
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• It’s ridiculous—high school haters won’t leave me alone,
• Most don’t know me—they just envy the throne.
• But I thank y’all for the shade that you throw,
• Your bitter words gave me flames that continue to grow.