DEFENDER'S RAP

• My mother birthed a demon a seven headed seraphim,
• A narrative of terror I bear within it's imperative,
• I'm scaring men when I begin at writing my rhymes,
• Like telling people in your dreams that their life is a lie,
• The poetic archetype sparking fright when I start to write,
• Better seal the coffin tight I'm coming back to haunt your life,
• I slaughter hype they market on the TV screen,
• All the friends I thought I had wanna see me bleed,
• But fuck it yo I'm ready to go survive by ripping a flow,
• Breed poetics from the soul rather die then live a hole,
• A living witness of this mental sickness give me God's seven digits,
• I tried to call but the number's restricted,
• It's like I love to be wicked smoking blunts to get lifted,
• I watched the slums destroy kids with the toughest ambitions,
• Once was gifted now they asse's tripping could have been a mathematician,
• Now they car shopping Rob Fords for the crack addiction,
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