DEFENDER'S RAP

• Yo, any fight would be treason, so stop the make-believing, it’s the season for the grieving, I’m leaving your soul leaking. You a gift to wrap? Nah, you a rift in rap, a mishap, I’ll hand-cap your kneecap and leave you in a permanent nap
• U R a disgrace to the human race, a displaced case, pack your bags, the DNA is a misplaced waste of space. I trace the pace of your evolution, a polluted fusion, between a monkey and a human, concluding the confusion
• a note around your neck? What, is this Children of the Corn ? U R a missing link that should’ve been missing since you were born! No illusion, I’m amusingly cruising through your bruising, while you’re single and lacking any sexual soothing U R losin
• In your defense, the opponents claim collusion and intrusion, but the executions proven through syllabic distribution. I’ll submerge the universe, a heat surge of purgatory, leaving Sid Pratt as a forgotten urban story
• COLLUSION ?! I’LL COLLIDE WITH YOUR PRIDE! MONKEY TO HUMAN ? I’LL EVOLVE THE NINE ON YOUR SIDE! YOU SINGLE ? YOU LACKIN ? I’LL GIVE YOU THE SOOTHING! THAT RED DOT ON YOUR HEAD ? THAT’S THE ONLY THING MOVIN
• ANY FIGHT WOULD BE TREASON! I’M the REASON for the FREEZING! I’M the DEEP SEARCH! HEAT SURGE! CEASE THE BREATHING! YOU’RE a GENETIC FAILURE! A SUB-SPECIES! A WASTE! I’LL KICK YOUR AXIS OFF THE PLANET AND ERASE THE TRACE!
• Let’s start with a hypothesis: a table of content consciousness, a theory to be proven as a cradle-to-coffin-ness for this thoughtlessness. I’ll ponder the possibilities, then ease the lot in with polished optics, just a little twist of moderate, insignificant, hollowed knowledge. It’s a character carrier of symbolic shifts, a hollowed promise,
• embellishing the telling until U R welling up with: "This is politics!" truth be told, an anonymous source monitored the dominance, there’s nothing like artistic licensing to compensate for the confidence. It’s not defined as crime; it’s a freedom of press rewind to find a way to hold the interest of the attention span within this little box. You watch and listen, a product of proposition and visual friction, switch if you wish, but my nonexistence is a fictional depiction. I’ll bet you got the itch: an impeccable plot to quicken the friction, and quicken the connection to the info in incredible definition. Etcetera, repetition: I’m better than sex, admit it, plug into the network and set up your new religion’s limit. Continuing this odyssey—odd to see—almost comedy, appearing through the soon-to-be-useless suit of dichotomy. To conform is inescapable, normalcy means attainable, remote control the brain to channel in what is sustainable. A noted, golden reign of taming men with shame again, until the stain remains within this broken, stolen frame of ancient sin. Let the line send in waves, mesmerizing every day the brain, whoever’s on the receiving end sitting in seats complacent in pain. Stay tuned, wait view, history in the making, breaking news in your faces, no waiting room limitations for the faking. I’m all day, every day—thank you to syndication’s vibration, there’s no room for imitation when the improvement’s the innovation. If that computes, this elusive intimidation is innovative, unusually quick to paint this picture-perfect picture perfectly—it’s purgative. Learn of the latest and newest, confusing ways to induce a few mass enslavements for the truest who refuse to produce. Plug into the network and set up your brand new sanction, to conclude: my philosophies and fables are a false admonishment of expansion. They’re basically interchangeable labels and not so opposite, plodding through the plot improper, problematic postures are composite. It’s near impossible to prophesy, not even with binoculars, to subconsciously composite my docket into your noggins with monitors. A dominance so prominent, I promise you will follow it, regardless of opinion, a minion like the rest will swallow it. Continuing the program; no chance to extol, detest, or not participate in giving names to the vessel in your chest. Facilitating simpler ways to symbolize assimilation, I’m minimizing limitations of this digital victimization
• I’m the Holy Ghost in the machine; a toast to the whole team, for loading up the dosage unnoticed, or so it seems in the stream I’m a dream, I exist; to a fiend, I’m a fix, I’ve been written, I’m a vision, I am need, I am get, I’m the matrix I’m all that was never wanted, but got the new addition, plug into the network ... and set up your new addiction
• L.S.D lyrically slaughters dummies once this lion smells death Lucifer's sharpest disciple comes out A limitless sceme designer I spit lyrics do dope lames stay duckin' also have every local scene doomed and online I'll go live spit destroy anyone at anytime anywhere
• I don't aim to please, I aim to freeze your active stations, save your speech, practice patience in these static spaces, there’s no saving he facing me is a fatal weakness, A blatant agency of brain degrees and cranial pieces I’m the lyrical assassin, I get away with murder, while U R shits and giggles, I’m the script that hits the further server U think your game is elite ? take a seat, kid, face defeat, I’m the major league U R just the stray who bleeds on a vacant street
• want a fatal scene well I’m erasing legacy with blatant agency, providing brain degrees to lame emcees in a state of vacancy! your shits and giggles
• I’m vicious riddles and ancient agency, I’ll murder the merger, further the purge, and break the frequency! think your game’ elite butcha aiming weak
• I’m a different breed, major league, U R paper sleeves I should make your liver bleed ! LYRICAL ASSASSIN I’ll leave the scene a mess,
• U R playing chess with a demon who’s slayin the best, I’m colder than a polar beast in solar reefs with molten teeth, my aura breathes, controllin dreams
• in coded beats with Roman grief, soldiers flee when I show degrees of flows that freeze Jehovah’s seat
• that prove I hold the keys to broken creeds then cloak the scene in omen ink with stolen peace
• vets raps set traps dissectin’ the flesh, directin’ the mess every sentence is a weapon of stress,
• depressin’ your chest inception in a second compressed, dimensionless threat questionin’ the edge of the best
• leavin a wretchedness left in the cleft of your breast I’m colder than a polar bear with no hair
• My soul flares auras glow like solar glares fold your stare, don’t go there, I throw snares, flow’ll tear holes in domes where hope flares
• It’s known warfare bodies froze in cold air, U froze scared, I bolt bolts from gold chairs I roll there like I’m doin’ home repairs,
• Toolbox gripped with the chrome prepared ring your doorbell masked, with a soldiers glare, and as soon as bruh step down them open stairs
• He’ll get aired, head blown, no one cares, vocals flare, echo long in the open air