DEFENDER'S RAP

• Start at 0:10 or ignore the beat and see me rip this kid below the "song"
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• I feel like I'm just lost n' tossin an turnin, frosted over still burnin'
• yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters
• An indicator that this world is not what it seems, not for me, vision blurred
• Stings cause it had the nerve to splice my last nerve, wow,
• Twice now I've sunk to the bottom *kerplunk* the sound of my rottin body droppin
• Used all the strength I've got n', stuck watchin, plottin my next move
• findin my groove, time to choose what path to take, what I have at stake
• you do the math while I sit here and fuckin masturbate,
• while everyone fucking laughs at the raps I make,
• wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream
• that it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows I gleam
• And get a chance with these rap rants in my hands to redeem my torn self-esteem
• I'll then be reborn livin vivid in the chants of my fans,
• Dancin, dashin, prancin, and laughin cause my plans aren't chrashin
• I can finally make a statement about our mental fashion without receivin a verbal lashin
• Babblin in my journal I finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful
• Dealin with fright in a bright light like I'm nocturnal,
• rarely seein, barely breathin turning purple,
• But I'm still standin...
• I'm still standin...
• Still standin...
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• Still standing with my feet firmly planted,
• Granted I was never fully stranded,
• I'll never understand why I felt so abandoned
• My childhood wasn't bland n' I'll tell you firsthand
• I wasn't raised a dumb little ass though,
• branded a son of middle-class folk,
• wrote, spoke like a normal human, still perceived different
• Maybe I'm late-bloomin, a newly received shipment
• concealin a brilliant bewitchment feelin resistant
• Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,
• what to say, who knew, I'd still be standing here today
• I almost ended it all, I almost fuckin hung a rope n' let all 150 pounds fall
• Jesus what a fucking close call,
• I don't give a lil shit if no one believes this ill spit raw
• Cause in the long haul you'll remember these lyrical pictures I draw
• An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought
• Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught
• Remember you're lucky to be standin at all
• Remember we're still standin...
• We're still standin...
• Still standin...
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• You're raps are bare there's nothin there, real rhymes are rare
• ill lyrically rip you apart like a fuckin nose-hair,
• I make art while your shits rusty soundin worse than a dusty fart
• Bitch do not start
• my rhymes eat up your lines like a fuckin pop tart
• Ill pop you as a lead dart
• Leave ya dead like a stopped heart
• Till you can't breathe cause this shits a breeze, it's easy to me,
• believe what you see, a REAL MC
• I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,
• in fact you're as killable as drugged up lab rat,
• you ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,
• Benny FUCKING Trip remember the name,
• As it slips through your toneless lips borderline homeless,
• and who's to blame?ME. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,
• merely lettin the scent from your stinky raps linger,
• so sit in fasten up an listen while I give it to you rough,
• Then delete, I REPEAT, Delete your raps and beats ya fuckin clown,
• I ain't joking around when I say you've been SHUTDOWN
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• You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade
• I'll be bathing in glamor and diss you till you burst in pain
• wait, no, that's just that lava you said while bitchin
• I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin
• See that's what we genius rappers call skill,
• I'm ill, sick of lil penis fappers takin notes from Kill Bill
• But this ain't at all a movie more like World War II
• You're playin Call of Duty four while I hurl on you
• I'm not spittin, just shittin on everything you write,
• So listen freak, I might just speak and cut you some slack, ight?
• I know you're weak an secretly tweakin countin petals knowin you gonna lose
• Prick, that's why you choose an pick on low levels like a dick in a pussy that's too loose
• Metaphors son, I'm guessin you didn't know they exist
• That's why I'm givin you a rap lesson so don't get pissed
• Level 10 and you ain't even on my hit list,
• It's a sin for me to win cause I could crush you with a fist made outta fuckin mist
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