DEFENDER'S RAP

• ¿Tú te crees peligroso con ese lápiz de niño?
• You're talkin' 'bout slits and wrists but you just beggin' for attention, cariño.
• Dices que eres un dios, pero no tienes ni un brillo,
• Just a keyboard warrior stuck inside a fictional aslyum, playin' hero
• You claim Toronto slang but you don't sound like the Six,
• You sound like a parody of every basic rapper tryin' to make it in the sticks
• ¿Cuál "kamikaze" con escopeta? Tú te escondes en la Red
• You talkin', 'bout bodies droppin' but you're starvin' for validation, dyin' of thirst and web-fed
• Let's talk about timin', you said mine was "untimely"
• But your whole delivery is sloppy, uneven, and blindly,
• Rhymin' "porkchops and onions"? bro, what's the recipe for?
• Did you write this in a drive-thru or a grocery store?
• Me da risa tu rima, da pena tu intento,
• You tried to act like a monster but you're blowing away in the wind like a fragment of dust in a second,
• Callin' me "worthless" while you're recyclin' trash (literally)
• I'm about to collect the tax and leave this cycle in ash,
• Mentioned Paul Blart, a fat cop, brotha, you're lookin' projected,
• Your lyrical weight is empty, completely undected,
• Traes a Tyson, Holyfield, y a Bernard Hopkins a la mesa,
• But you get knocked out by the first syllable that leaves my head, piece by piece, total pieces
• You mentioned Kremlin and Russians like you're active in war,
• But you're just a tourist standin' outside of the store,
• ¿De qué hablas, muchacho? Tu película es falsa,
• You're talkin' about Epstien but you're the one floatin' on a weird, creepy raft, lackin' all balnces
• "Lil Pete the mane," "Scrxboi" who are you today?
• An identity crisis wrapped in a terrible display,
• Dices que eres el rey mientras duermes profundamente,
• But I'm the reality check wakin' up this entire environment, front of your face, violently,
• You told me to bow to a king, dawg that crown is made of plastic,
• The way I'mma disassemble that structure is cinematic and drastic
• No vales el aire, no vales la tinta,
• Your whole persona is a ghost that disappears when the light hits the floor, changin' the tints
• Let's flip your own script, you talk about fentanyl and lines,
• But the only thing toxic here is how you butcher your rhymes
• ¿Tú "calamari" frito? Te cocino en el acto,
• You're a small fish in a massive ocean, and that is a statistical fact
• You're smokin' twenty packs, congratulations on the damage,
• While you're destroyin' your lungs, I'm masterin' the language,
• Hablas de "sacrificios" y de "demonios flotando,
• But the only thing dyin' is the patience of anyone listenin' to what you're expandin'
• You used the word "fag", that vocabulary's ancient
• Stuck in a decade where people lacked basic intelligence and patience,
• A mí no me hables de calle, tú no conoces el barrio,
• You're a suburban kid typin' tough words into a digital diary daily, checkin' the calendar
• "Ding ding, time is up" yeah, I agree with that line,
• Cause I just put an end to your fictional, miserable "prime"
• ¿Quieres sentir dolor? Te lo firmo de gratis,
• I'mma dismantle your ego with the tip of my apparatus,
• You're a 27 kid? That's called agin' backward
• Actin' like a teenager with a mindset that's fractured
• La leyenda de la que hablas solo existe en tu mente,
• This a global operation, this clown a local inconvenience, totally blind to the present
• You can't string rhymes? Look at how I weave this together
• Changin' the climate, shiftin' the weight of the weather gang,
• ¿Tú me vas a ganar? Por favor, ten respeto,
• You're an unfinished draft, literally, This the complete and final aritectural blueprint, completely perfect
• No "blues clues," the body is found right on the track,
• It's your pride and your ego that you're never gettin' back,
• Sigue rimando dormido, que despierto no puedes,
• You get caught like a insect swimmin' inside of hte spider's traditional webs,
• You wanted a heavy rebuttal, you wanted the pain?
• Now you're standin' outside washed away by the heavy continuous rain,
• Se acabó el juego, scxrboi, guarda el papel,
• You stepped to a giant boy, and you crumbled right into the hell boy