DEFENDER'S RAP

• See, sometimes...
• You gotta flash em back
• See niggaz don't know where this shit started
• Why'all know where it came from
• I'm sayin we gonna take why'all back to the swords
• We bounce, yo
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• When the MC's came, to live our their name
• And to perform (forrrrm)
• Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)
• With before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
• That the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)
• With the building to be born
• Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy
• Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
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• Fake niggas get flipped
• In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
• Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
• I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
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• On some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend
• But it was yo ock, the shop stolen art
• Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
• I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes they get hurt
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• Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
• That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
• My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
• Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
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• With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
• That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
• I represent from midnight to high noon
• I don't waste ink, nigga I think
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• I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
• 'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
• Through clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
• Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
• Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it
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• I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
• But when I swing my swords they all choppable