DEFENDER'S RAP

• For the love of the game I won't kill your young dreams so I can let you keep that lame name you proclaim to represent yet asking for props before you got a response
• Shots fired bars flying around like meteorites around mars causing early deaths of wannabee superstars I'm supercharged battle starved like a discharged soldier
• You called for battle but the only response was from a stoned grim ripper hungry enough to have you for dinner,you get the picture,slash your throat reach for your liver
• I don't ask for forgiveness though I'm a sinner coz the streets made me bitter, I represent the east of africa in comparison to your East New york I'm. A fit sport so don't tempt me with your vocal cords
• I'm unwanted in the local courts for murdering a cellmate over the correct spelling of quartz before I did the post mortem on the corpse
• Loathed by cops and their dogs how I apply hate is something you wouldn't relate, I live by the blade without fear or fright they get scared when they see my height
• I had a compass to show you the way to spit venomous rhymes with a technique addictive than candy crush saga
• They told me don't feed the monkey but a I still came to your battle with a banana and a red scarf to teach you rhyme math
• One, a number that made me yearn to kill you when you were younger but then I wouldn't have a student to pass over my legacy after
• Faster with fast bars I'm excorcising you young like a demon taunting John inside Molina I'm your teacher so don't let me kill ya
• And make me a young killah killing dreams of a young one names young killah killed by his teacher when he was still the young killa
• The young thriller that posted his song as a battle piece begging for props one at least well at least one thing is clear you are not an artist,couldn't create nothing
• From something void is where you came from I represent the slums where Aids hails from in all documented forms,here your life wouldn't last longer than a documentary