DEFENDER'S RAP

• This for the brothers up north gettin' full on that Jack Mac
• First Smack back, we got a nigga to backsmack
• And you gon love it. It’s gon' be a lot of head rolls
• Breath hold 'til the death toll
• You know, you Detroit niggas came to get divided
• But y’all gon' always come together at funerals
• You’ve even now decided
• But why is this done every time that the preacher signs in?
• Well it’s a sign in
• Look at all these portraits of my corpses
• I’m just waitin' on you niggas sizes
• I can have the pain in your pit paned into a tweet frame
• Get Eminem to 8 mile by 10 it, or Royce to 5’9 it
• Though hip hop don’t need any more
• Of these niggas dyin' behind it
• You keep tryin', but all you niggas is good for is deep fryin'
• They told your daddy, in him a great gene was hidin'
• Well he shoulda kept it in his jeans
• Your life woulda had a better fight on a bed sheet dryin'
• (Hold on, let me just say this, save it for the end. Let me work; please let me work)
• Rather than tryin' to beat the mind as deep as a minin'
• African diggin' passages halfway into China to reap a diamond
• Let me be honest
• When they break down every round that I’ve sketched, bouts
• There’s nothin' tougher than smooth
• As the rusty tools in a shed house
• You niggas came here playin', it’s cool
• But y’all gon' leave givin' head counts
• They didn’t even book you niggas rooms
• I told 'em Harlem Hospital givin' beds out