DEFENDER'S RAP

• See, I'm focused on facing foes before me.
• I'm forging a God's thoughts to start blazing with rap shots.
• I'm decoding the verses you lyrical virgins are swerving at me,
• I'm slinging your slang back in the books, taking you to Word Academy.
• Or you'll be my Word Caddy,
• and hand me iron pens that'll raise the par of this rap game rapidly.
• I'm happily going off the bar's structure,
• I meet the meter of the song only when it gets fucked up.
• That means I R.I.P. the beat when I rap on it.
• I start a 16 bar eulogy but never pay homage
• to the rap game but does that mean I'm insane
• 'cause I'm disregarding those who had trained
• to get to their highest level of rap fame?
• Know my name.
• Thy aim is to gain fangs that'll slain
• your brain so you can remain maintained
• in my shadows.
• And as you see, i don't care about rhyming at the right time,
• I'm always inclined to climb past the norm of a written rhyme.
• See I don't mind my mind miming across the page's lines.
• I'm just trying to align my rhymes
• to blow up the galaxies or the reality's fallacy that I might find.
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• I signed up for this battle expecting a challenge.
• I didn't think I accepted a challenge with no battle.
• You cattle, just moving bars like stacks of hay on your back
• but you didn't expect me to stack hay-makers on your raps.
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