DEFENDER'S RAP

• My lexicon contains certain knowledge that will haunt you,
• Casting magick spells upon you fracture metacarpals,
• I rest on a bed of charcoal as the heat increases,
• I speak a thesis while I’m breathing in the weed secretion,,
• Piece together meaning cuz this life’s a puzzle,
• These cops lurking every single night to bust you,
• It’s a spineless hustle cuz they’re supposed to teach a quota,
• But I don’t blame them they just forced to eat with vultures,,
• I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
• I have nothing left so I work at rapping the best,
• On the verge of grabbing onto a tech and spraying nine,
• I’m sponsoring a ravenous death in ample time,,
• I’ll make you whine like I’m fucking crushing grapes on a vine,
• State of mind as wide as Texas when I’m making a line,
• Getting heated as kettles to bleed a seed of the devil,
• Peep the speech of a rebel I’m speaking deep as a cello,,
• In meditative harmony hermetic verses follow me,
• Sun gazing lungs blazing words that stay a part of me,
• Who created prophecy occultic wizards probably,
• Knowledge of the Great Work serving Mephistopheles,,
• This is what seclusion and philosophy breeds,
• I’m breaking the illusion of archonic deceit,
• I fall on my knees praying for someone to relieve,
• The lost souls steady praising to the idol of beasts,,
• All the Djinns that shift among us but nobody believes,
• I’ve seen it they scheming bleeding us politically,
• Intricately controlling us dimensionally,
• But the truth will set you free like the prisoners key,,
• They silently creep preying on the minds of us sheep,
• Symbolism embedded on every product received,
• Proceed to seek greed indeed they’ve grown weak,
• From seeds emcees breed just leave our souls be,,
• My mother birthed a demon a seven headed seraphim,
• A narrative of terror I bear within its 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 gods 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 their asses tripping could’ve been a mathematician,
• Now they’re car shopping Rob Fords for the crack addiction,,