DEFENDER'S RAP

• Ayo - my writings carved in stone to construct monoliths,
• Temples with characters lined in empires, my own hieroglyphics,
• The epitome of the spiritual feel you get through rapping,
• Off in a dome with chrome metaphors spat by spatting,
• IEDS delivered in packages, packing a mac for savages,
• High upon percentages, rage in brain for delivering regiments,
• I snuffed this fairy-dust and I'm eating this fairy's muff,
• The singing of death's melody rings me, a fair clutch,
• Of five senses, eye on hands, knows no bounds,
• I feel weight on my tongue with lexicons prancing at sound,
• Caved in, bashed-brain, sucker punch for your head,
• Gauge filled with bullets shot at the gullet with more lead,
• I keep calm, I keep Vietnam and start a war,
• Bang-bang to these whack-thangs, the heart of gore,
• You couldn't beat me even if you stole my beat and lyrics,
• I send a cynical sense, symmetry through your sprit.