DEFENDER'S RAP

• Living-sin, sicker than ebola, genociding back-stabbing regiments,
• I'm holding Rakim's inheritance, the testament backlashed on specimens,
• Nerraphim-novelist displaying a lyrical version of the necromicon,
• Ominous verbal-wars spraying brains from these conceit-ridden megalodons,
• No fucks given like a celibate porn-star, when writing, I'm no fictional author,
• Coming from the corner, methaphorical-rigomortis on the border,
• Toe-slash-body-tagged on the qaurter, paralysis from this horror,
• Word-Smith causing your cerebrum to break from this raw-made written,
• Swallowing citric-acid in my black plaugue lungs, it's not rap, it's propane spitten,
• You're non-dense like a opposite twisted-moon, raps lacking metal-width,
• Them text-blocks have no electro-migration in my mind, that's scientifically impossible,
• Possessing a grudge against you and your claims of "setting a development,
• Dropping darkness, in my shadow-like element, sit down, you're still a dysfunctional herb,
• Who can't measure any dopeness in your verbs, adjectives or synonyms,
• You just spit numerous time-wasting spoken-word scripts, as I spit opposite panegyrics,
• Can't potray a mediocre-labeled technique, you aren't ripping shit, pip-squeak.