DEFENDER'S RAP

• Delusional of what y'all got me listen to, yeah shit I know what you have been through
• but it means nothing to someone born and raised in hell even Satan elected him to rule
• despicable me if I did subliminal hits on your inspirtual G'z wearin' them wacky jewels
• that shit ain't gold it don't lead back to the roots where rap started, the 5 boroughs
• I take my realism from them gods of old skool, 90's Hip-Hop of the hoods
• non-fake gangstas
• but that kind of trash, I can smell it from a distance
• my style of rap will dull your senses
• I'm spitting like I'm shooting you won't even expect this
• watch me god while I keep praying on these muthafuckas' souls
• I'mma send them to you wrapped and tied like cash rolls
• everything around me is not as I wanted it to be
• just people bumpin' people who are pretendedly
• and all of that I can get it overweighed with a single bar of madvillainy
• yeah the madlib alongside mf doom hooked up to the funky rhythm
• I be kickin' musicians ?! nah, I'll be just satisfying my sadist fetish