DEFENDER'S RAP

• This battle shouldn't exist, your cherries ain't ripe
• this is a gunfight and you people brought a knife
• The culture has been resting in a coffin and I'm bringing it back to life
• I'm entering this battle with clips loaded up in that Mac 11
• I'm busting through the room like "which one of you people wanna meet Pac in heaven?"
• I'm untouchable with these rhymes,
• Don't come frontin' or your body will make it on the front page Of the LA times
• My tongue spits lyrical swords piercing every inch of your body
• It's looking like beach the way I spread the shells from my shotty
• I'm searching through your soul and putting pain where your heart resides
• The way you die, I'm letting my lines decide
• But the way it's going, it's looking like a frustrated homicide
• The battle was over as soon as I wrote the first verse
• This battle is a desert and no ones feeding your thirst
• My rhymes attract more hood Hustlers than a white lady with loaded purse
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