DEFENDER'S RAP

• //Verse 1
• Claim you see the future in ya crystal ball
• But can’t predict or stop the next missle launch
• Weatherman got y’all preparin for a sunny day
• So you set up a picnic then the puddles came
• Psychics say that you in danger they can feel it deep inside
• If they can read ya palms why can’t you read between the lines
• And they claim they know what’s life’s all about
• But then they fall silent when ya call em out
• Just crickets cause they know they ain’t predictin
• The body count but they ain’t raisin eyebrows of morticians
• Cause they fall for the ploy that an odd little toy
• Can reveal an intention such as, “Conquer, destroy!”
• It’s all just a game it’s a joke, a hoax
• Can’t predict which child gets a broken nose
• Can’t predict which addict boutta overdose
• Can’t scope out the horror with horoscopes
• //Hook
• The fears within you have no power over fate
• You got the will to survive
• For if you ain’t got trust in ya very own will
• Then you are doomed to die
• //Verse 2
• Fuck a false prophet tryna profit off of false promises
• There's a lot of bitches constantly on top of this
• That's why I'm dropping this, y'all dropping hits but cropping hints
• It's disgusting shit what they do for money when they're lusting it
• My conscience couldn't let me pull, half the shit they try to twist
• Fighting is survivalist, no need for a revival since
• I'mma stand my ground won't even slow from a vital hit
• When they spout their vile shit, yes my words get violent
• Crystal balls made of glass well I can see right through you
• Scammers only trying to get rich fast, how do you
• Live with yourselves, how do you sleep counting the sheep
• That follow you, pay heaps of money for advice that's cheap
• They couldn't see the future, but they got your fortune
• Telling ghost stories in a crude attempt to haunt you
• On their elevated horse, we gotta knock em off it
• Don't need no lucky paw to see it's the wrong kind of prophet
• //Verse 3
• They act like they here to guide you on the path of life
• But they just go for the green like a traffic light
• Cause they all false profits disguised as sheep
• They read ya palms but a check is what they like to read
• They take pride in greed handin you cards of fate
• When they only really want ya palms for change
• And when you ask em a question and try to reason
• They just sit there and give you the silent treatment
• Lips sealed then after some time you leavin
• Then you reach for ya wallet and realize the meanin
• Of why they feed into ya mind they demons
• Now you beggin with a sign that says, “I been cheated!”
• On the street corner where they trade dope for dough
• As the world spins around and does the do-si-do
• And you fall into the abyss known as comatose
• Cause you can’t scope out the horror with horoscopes
• //Outro
• Soon you talkin bout ya troubles on the Maury Show
• With a heart rate higher than the poconos
• Here’s a little fact of life just so ya know
• Can’t scope out the horror with horoscopes