DEFENDER'S RAP

• Your misconception will miss conceptions for repping,
• I'm just messing when I come into the flow so goddamn heaven,
• My vocal's a device in heights, it's just like a weapon,
• The nature of the death is just increasing to eleven,
• Zero to the decades, or a hundred when I'm stepping,
• As the aeons fade away, as you peel on, raise your blade,
• As you fear on and the feats off at the haven, cadence waits...
• ....at the haven, cadence waits..
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• ..as I balance on the palace as I manage,
• Lay awake, as the paper n' the vapors of my spectrum shade and fade,
• andI feel depressed, but I never got a razor blade,
• But I got the senses and I'm sensing I'll take my fate.
• Every time in every rhyme, I come n' penetrate,
• Not my fault I just run up into the flow to levitate,
• And all within your vision is a sicker renegade,
• With the power in these hours as I live to relegate.
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• I define every bit of energy in syllables,
• And your mind is just in bits, because you're just so minuscule,
• So, I feel all mentally disintegrated,
• It's amazing because I never felt so overrated,
• My heart, mind n' soul n' brain n' everything's decaying,
• I can't find ability because I can't be slaying,
• This expression of vocabulary when I'm saying,
• This picture of the senses and the blood that I'm spraying,
• I just like to make this music that you could've been playing,
• I will be the master of the slaughter to let the prey in.
• The prison that I live in is a cortex with no minimal,
• It's a cage of rage and pain on top of pinnacles,
• When I come into the flow, I come through every lexicon,
• With the gift I was presented with the venom on,
• I'll slay all the guardians and all these set-in gods,
• A genocide of maniacs til the rest is off.
• It's like my entire existence-
• - is made from wires from prison
• - im just so tired of thinking,
• So I'm a liar with fiction,
• I'm gonna lie in this friction,
• I'm gonna die in this rhythm,
• I know I'll fry in the ripple-
• - wait for the vibe to just cripple.
• I'm blind with my mind I rewind to my vision
• I'd like to incline all the times I've been ripping
• My skull cuz of migraine, it really fucks with my gain
• My thought's cybernetic, because I lack love,
• Every time I try to rhyme, I try to catch you,
• As paint n lyricism just figures,
• The criticism just withers,
• You're optimistic n living,
• You are just mystic n syncing
• Into my song that is ticking
• The words on pad have just written
• Another melody, remedies birthed from my sinning,
• I suffer from this vivid obsession for a death,
• My name is Jack James Gary Musson and this is the end.
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