DEFENDER'S RAP

• First off, boy, you ain’t gonna end no careers./
• You just wishing you could start one. Otherwise you wouldn’t end up in here./
• Switch it to blind mode not like I expect what you pen to be clear./
• I broadcast in HD.
• They get the picture in detail. I’m not even remotely pressing you, queer./
• You don’t know the static, like you ain’t experienced seventeen years./
• That’s over your head like the attic
• and my connections thicker than the webs to be cleared./
• You want smoke? Shove your mouth on the exhaust of a Diesel engine and sneer./
• Over cast you with clouds of doubt then straight drench you in fear./
• I’m not arguing who’s the ruler! Ain’t no fucking measurement here./
• I’m already beyond this battle,
• and every opponent behind ain’t as close as it ever appears./
• You know what rhymes with social outcast?/
• Home without dad./
• Broken down pad,
• where mama smokes some loud crack
• and sisters paying rent, boning out back./
• Lonely. Lost. Sad./
• Angry, no one doubts that./
• Needs to counter vulnerability,
• so he’s seldom seen in photos, posed without gats./
• Throwing out raps to try and fill the hole his pops gashed./
• Maybe the prose will cause dad to know he’s not trash./
• After this, he’ll don a dark mask and load up large mags./
• Then head to the local town class to smoke the small brats./
• I guess thats cool to you. Society don’t accept you, I’ll bet you wanted us dead./
• At least you can do us a favor after you little rampage and just put one in your head./