DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm an emperor clashing words with a subordinate who's swords are still untouched
• I've wounded you with lyrical attacks, schemes and such
• I'll leave you like kunta and you'll be leaving this Battle with a crutch
• You cannot take my crown and sit on my throne
• My lyrics enter through your skin, make its way on your flesh and then snap your bone
• The picture you paint ain't real, it's a show like Truman
• I'll position myself in a building and put a red dot on your forehead like an Indian woman
• My words taking your soul and leaving you pain
• The bullet will enter your skull and hit your non-existent brain
• I'm a demon's son who used to have them scarface dreams
• But my mind changed as I saw overdosing fiends
• Don't take me lightly because of my innocence
• the streets refused to erase itself from my soul like a past offence
• under my smile is a demon plotting your demise
• But an angel rests on my shoulders burying the plan it devised
• Ill grab the ratchet and spray it on you're whole crew's domes
• Then I'll disappear like the Feds is on me for selling stones