DEFENDER'S RAP

• hook
• money on my mind
• i've got my own style
• you've got a trail version of your life
• while i freestyle with a smile
• i've got style
• Don’t tell me otherwise or
• You’ll end up being my hostile
• while i freestyle with a smile
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• verse 1 - SML Sim
• My style is weird, yeah i know
• I don't blow dough like in the porno
• When i get the mic it glows from
• the smokin' spoken sudden version
• of a freestyle that came to my dumb ass mind
• I don't have chains, nor do i have weed strains
• Every one claims they know me well
• But that ain't true man, o, go to hell
• Take your bitch too, man, it ain't fun with her
• I know I'm not a pro rapper yet,
• But my style will spread quick to the west
• Like i shoot straight thru your chest.
• This isn't a game it is a quest,
• Which didn't go from check to a checkmate
• It took my a couple tries to break the gate.
• To the secret room which has a plate
• with style on it which i took and now
• now i own that style, it is unique
• Just like the weed that i smoke on the street
• and if you walk past me, you'll smell that shit
• Ask for it.. Give it to you... I ask for the money...
• You give it to me, cuz i ain't wasting that on brat
• who just want to have a hit with a style god.
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• verse 2 - Diza
• Everyday i’m working hard, keeping my guard up,
• Bombarded with jealousy and prelacy,
• Always turning my baggy eyes,
• Living of fries and cries,
• But that what makes my textile my lifestyle
• Always making it so hard for you to comprehend my style
• So stay in the blind side,
• And receive nothing of my lifestyle
• Quickly hide with your bride.
• Man I am here trying to rule the world
• You just another stain in my way
• Slowing me down and swirling around my creations
• Thinking you can dress like me?
• No way, man!
• Look at me, then look at you,
• Keep it simple all I gotta say is this.
• I sit on my thrown glaring down at you
• Oh is that your bitch kissing me?