DEFENDER'S RAP

• The sky must look a million miles away for a street kid, I’m here to fuckin give you grief kid
• I’ma play off your lines, call me a thief kid
• I don’t squash beef, I eat kid, Pick you outta my teeth kid
• Spit you out on the street kid, Just a ‘sitting behind your screen’ kid
• I accept your submission, resignation given
• You just put words together without knowing their definition
• Call it a rap cause it rhymes, you’re wishing
• You’re suspect, by your own admission,Come on motherfucker just admit it
• Your IQ has went on audition and You just lost 10 points, probably call it addition
• This wasn’t a battle… it was fuckin a demolition And I won’t be happy until you stop breathing
• I crushed your neck cause I’m always overachieving
• You fired off shots, I really couldn’t believe it But you’re dead now, so I guess that makes us even
• You thought you owned shit, you were just leasing
• I’m dropping rhymes you couldn’t even begin conceiving
• Even your grieving mom finds my rhymes pleasing
• And please don’t consider this beefing, this is just me releasing
• Some tension, just happens to be your neck I’m squeezing
• You’re piecing together rhymes and I’m unleashing fuckin crimes
• Against low level rappers that are trying to climb
• But the weight of my words has been known to break spines
• Steel beams, my raps come out like architectural designs
• In fact, you can check my blueprints anytime.