DEFENDER'S RAP

• Uh, oh baby, baby
• Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah
• Now slowly, thinkin' of all the things that oppose me
• I think of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me
• For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid
• Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful
• First they love you, could be the bitch that even live with you (hoe)
• Mad at your riches, now she switched, turned miserable
• Cause she want to dress like Bonnie, Robin and Crystal do
• But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke and her niggaz too (ha)
• I can do bad by myself; went from rags to wealth
• From Jags to Bentleys to, plenty ass bitches
• Can't keep they hands to theyself no more
• I'm like, Hugh Hefner, you lesser, you just a
• Want to be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
• You coward, you clown, you just want to be down
• So you, want to be me, you bitch, you phony
• You clone me, you want to be son, I'm the one and only
• But you, want to be me, you suckers, you weak
• You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
• But you, want to be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
• Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction
• You can't be me, not in your wildest fantasy
• It's childish; should I have to resort to violence?
• Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
• And show you how to stay off my dick
• That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
• When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
• No talent, you need direction; you a pussy with a yeast infection
• You unlucky, I'm your fuckin' c-section
• Plus I'm the last real nigga alive
• Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high
• Realize, how many classics I gave you
• Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that I made you
• Want to be me, you can't you faggot, you bitch
• You coward, you clown, you just want to be down
• So you, want to be me, you bitch, you phony
• You clone me, you want to be son, I'm the one and only
• But you, want to be me, you suckers, you weak
• You flunkies, you fake, you couldn't come close on my worst day
• But you, want to be me, I burn you and learn you a lesson
• Concernin' this mic profession, turn your direction
• You can't be me, I'm tryin' to walk a straight line
• Why they tryin' to take mine? I'm past '8 Miles' of every state line
• Eating, alligators and, hummingbird hearts
• At the player's ball, Brianni suits, why'all birds watch
• As real millionaire, shit'll take place
• Evil as Hitler's hate-race people
• This is God son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
• To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
• Is not to destroy your man
• But to bring more to mankind and teach
• Every MC reach for your pens and papers
• Lesson one be creative; what you made of Junior?
• Cause soon you'll be a grown man with the mic in your hand
• And understand, to battle Nas not in your plan
• I'm the last real nigga alive, understand that
• And you my offspring, the boss sting
• A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that
• Nas the king, where my bricks, where my band at?