DEFENDER'S RAP

• Lil kings? Y’all some princes
• You ain’t that big, I don’t need convincing. Got your name etched in calligraphy, but all I see is printing
• This battle’s victor I’m predicting. You’ll be speared off your saddle
• Jousting a vet in battle’ll demote ya to a shepherd, you’ll be herdin’ cattle
• You babies are rattled, I wont hand you the formula
• Spittin’ precise, singing like an orchestra. “How’d you learn to do this, Juicy?”. I was BORN to, bruh
• Antiseptic flow, I made the cut. You can’t sterilize these wounds
• I put rappers in tombs and lie roses on their gravesides, it’s impossible for them to bloom
• Put me in the dirt, I’m exhumed, like a Brachiosaurus fossil
• Forget a meteorite that colossal, I leave imprints on the game nothing close to docile
• Baby steps, I waddle, like a dolphin tryna catch a pass on land
• You won’t take a stand. Your tail end’ll slam into the stands and you wont be able to find your footing due to lack of hands
• Loopin’ rhymes like Toucan Sam. I grasp the fruit of this Earth with the palm of my hand
• So many bars it’s impossible to cram. If this verse were a pop quiz, you’d be failin’ this exam!
• Lots of storage space, infinite R.A.M. Mental capacity equivalent to a terabyte
• Your’s is collecting dust, it’s a filthy sight. Hold a magnifying glass up to it and you’re bound to see small mites
• So don’t say “it’s on sight!” when you’re unable to spot your own imperfections
• Roamin’ aimlessly refusing to be corrected. Admit it, you’ve lost your sense of direction