DEFENDER'S RAP

• I don't farm per se, well some might say I go against the grain, like
• Tryna' romp in hay, with Sommer Ray. Her pomegranate lip balm for taste
• Oh my, alarm just rang, almost late, but on the dime I came
• Climaxed! And accomplished rathe, I guess I got time today
• Culminated, in noon's balmy rays, no limelight but you only sub-lime (in shade)
• Thrown like a comet flang, through Amun's omnirange. See what drama brangs,
• So, let me promulgate and I'll nominate you mimes to commentate
• No pompous take, just aplomb and ain't a qualm that's raised
• That I'll dominate any rhymes y'all make 'til every comp's upstaged
• I'd say form an army base but you ain't got the parm', for combat pay;
• Arm and leg, sendin' harm yo' way to compensate, b-b-bombs away
• Have ya armor plates and rompers grated all while I'm unscathed
• Refer to Psalm 10:8;
• Won't stimy flanks with ya barracks so think sawm, ya may need Obama Care,
• Like Islam in the crusades; I'll deliver a mass hommy, on Palm Sunday
• And recite a Thomas Gray poem,
• Just to complicate the calmest state, forget an "As-salamu alayk'"
• Get some pharma tranqs', feels like palmin' rain.. I'm spittin' llama lakes
• You lil pomerane'.. Varmint, to a barmy brahma that'll stomp ya frame
• With Saitama rage, like Dom'nic Wade, like Thomas H., like Muhammad Clay
• Finna whomp ya face, then hear a "womp-womp" from a trombone played
• By Tom Dorsay, on the ensemble stage alongside Carmen McRae
• But I'm a 1-man-band, you bandwagon pompin' parades with Charmin stains
• This no smarmy charm campaign, pump fake, I swamp the drain;
• I got that aim, like Tim Hardaway. Peace to Mamba 8, & times'd by tres
• It's 24/8 on the almanac and the coast ain't clear, I'll do ya like Typhoon Mawar
• Out in Guam last May,
• To send-up with quarrels – So send a diss, send a battle, I got time today.