DEFENDER'S RAP

• Barbarian-wit, acid-brain with diety-like genomes in my veins,
• Arsenic's spit, versatile-intelligence, massacred in a sky-scrape,
• I master these bastards like EQing time, roasting them in BBQs,
• Editor of galaxies with celestian authority, gonna rip apart a few,
• Beat the beat in a heart-beat, rapping for salaries, your art's cheap,
• Picasso with the melody, it rips apart your ears like Vincent,
• Right-hand draws a knife in your heart, left-hand writes symphonies like Da-Vinci,
• My kamikaze-causing pen isn't even comparable to the Cold War,
• Kamehameha's fumed from the ink, don't mix a beat with it, it moulds raw,
• World War 3's regiments were genocided because of my writings,
• One hard breath, I'mma wolf you pigs, in a cage of rhyming,
• Einstien n' Hawkings can't even match my solar-destroying-tracks,
• Which pulls you back, reverses polarity in your vortex, then haunts your rap,
• The catridges of doxologies I erupt are shockingly ec-static,
• Stigma only losing respect from jealous-infested emcees,
• Who are arrythmic fuccbois who can't spit even on a dead beat.