DEFENDER'S RAP

• You're getting devoured quick, devour-the-wick, the-vow-is-thick,
• you have no valor, no-value, know-vail-her.
• You get empowerment, em-power-meant, in-powder-meant,
• from every encounter you are in, in-count-her-you-are-in, in-counter-U-R-in.
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• I strike like lightning, light-thin-ing, lie-thin-ing,
• because I’m sniping, sign-aping, spine-aping.
• Caught you in the center lining, sent-her-lining, sin-interlining,
• of my sighting, cite-thing, site-sting.
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• It’s Tume’s tone—I tombstone the proper timing,
• I lodge the bullet, logic-the-bullet, lodge-the-bull-it,
• until the Great Nate waits, grate-weight-waits, gate-wait-weights.
• Examining a calamity, call-a-mid-tea, calm-it-to-me,
• while channeling insanity, chan-nil-in-sanity, chin-nail-in-sanity.
• I confess amnesty to humanity, am-nest-G, hue-man-a-tea,
• planned to proceed amid, pro-seed-a-mid, pros-eat-a-mid.
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• You're a twisted twig stick, twist-it-to-wick, twist-it-too-thick,
• missing the mission, miss-shun, mesh-in, the emissions, am-missions.
• It’s syllables mixed with precision, sill-a-bulls-mix-with-pre-cis-in,
• a gift of division, gift-of-da-vision, gift-ov-dye-vicious-in.
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• I lessen the weight, less-in-the-wait, less-sin-the-fate,
• for my brethren, breath-ran, birth-ran, the peasants, pre-sents.
• It’s Tume’s tone—I tombstone the pension,
• I leveraged the desperate, level-the-death-rate, live-err-edge-da-spirit
• Vermin versin’ my version, verse-in-my-virgin, ver-sin-my-word-in,
• it’s absurd but I’m certain, sub-word-burn-certain, a-bird-behind-curtain.
• This person is lurkin’, purge-son-is-workin’, per-sun-is-larkin’,
• like a personal surgeon, purge-in-all-surgeon, purse-in-all-surgeon,
• searchin' for tumours, sir-chin-for-two-mores, sure-chain-for-too-meres,
• emergin' in urchins, emerge-in-in-churches, a-merge-in-in-urchins
• Before you breach my lines, you’d need to dine with Jesus twice,
• then deep-sea dive beneath the reef to reach the beast with eagle eyes.
• I speak in steeples, seethin’ rites where demons teach thru fevered rites,
• and like Caesar's knife, my ink bleeds thru legal binds with lethal strikes.
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• I breathe in frequencies that feast on weakened types,
• preach to creeps beneath the streets where reapers keep disease in pipes.
• Especially if your thesis is bleak, or you speak to me of beef,
• I’ll breach your dreams as I peel your screams from fetal beams with demon light