DEFENDER'S RAP

• I’m coasting home against this midget’s chit chat
• You all better know it, ‘cause your shit rap IS wack
• I severe the pens of competitors who think that
• They can meddle with the head of this match
• My acapella pencil has me scrapping instrumentals
• I’m the devil that’s been damning all you dead fools.
• Do I have to mention you’re the wackest member
• So I’m back to sentence this hapless peasant
• Rapping feckless, your bars are reckless
• Don’t start messing, I’ll put you behind bars felon
• Accept your crimes arsehole life’s hard, you’ll give me a nice spar
• But remember I’m the rhyme star
• My essence is everywhere when I write bars
• And I’m ending emcee enemies that Die Hard
• I get under my nemesis and fuck him up
• He suffered my terror, I blew up his stuff
• I’m like the Russian government, luckless thugs
• Get a rough pummelling and stuck in a coffin
• So it’s blood that you’re coughing
• Hence, you better hush all your mocking, you’re looking foolish, stop it
• I tick those boxes, you’ve lost this
• And kick you to the ground, you won’t get a shock win
• You’re not nicking my crown, you’re a big one to boast
• But you’re hitting up foes, wishing they give you a vote
• Thinking you’re so dope you’ll pillage my throne
• They’re admitting it though “you’re not sickest on show”
• You reply “kidding?” and moan, slip into groans
• Then you’re hyping about bitches and hoes
• Not reminding me that you’re a gigolo
• Not even fit to kiss the toes of the king of flows
• Don’t stand and act like you didn’t know
• I don’t even need to tell all the sickest jokes
• ‘Cause you’re slow to fix something and throw a hit
• When you spoke your dribble you didn’t poke a thing
• Here’s the code for spitting, I owe you this
• So start kicking multis, maximal visible syllables
• Triple it up so you’re not making lyricals despicable
• And don’t spray your typical shit. Pitiful.
• I piss on fools as their churning out lyrics
• Burning your shit quick, it’s not worth the business
• You couldn’t earn a pittance, my verbals will win this
• ‘cause each verse I word and sermon I finish
• Is certain to be the work of a genius, and see’s the
• Creatures that beef and seem to wanna be eaten
• Honestly, you wannabes don’t rap with seamless
• Precision, each piece I’ve written weaves the
• Needle and glistens with the will of my finger
• That builds on the syllables, I’m filling the minutes
• Drilling the kids in how to kill it at spitting
• With each innings spilling my opinion
• As I mind’s thinking, there are no eyes blinking
• Wait… sorry I don’t fight women
• You’re a wife cooking, better off in a nice kitchen
• You’re prides in this, I’m not kidding.