DEFENDER'S RAP

• Lyrics shake when they see me emerging,I destroy artist dead ones know
• the wrath of my verses.
• Dismembering bars I'm a lyrical surgeon everyone fades likes whispers when I release
• my burdens.
• Your raps are deprived of everything like bulemic urchins-everyone scatters
• in urgency my lines eat everything there power hungry curses.
• Bow your heads-I see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.
• Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.
• Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose I'm like a women to shoes and purses,
• but either way there still is a new burial ground that emerges.
• Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
• At least my lines don't come out like yours-weak and malnourished...