DEFENDER'S RAP

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• I’m picking up my pen once again just to put it to test,
• Trust, work n hustle - haunted darkened rest,
• Love lust and feelings left a heartless mess,
• Dusty cold shoulder, taunting harnessed chest,
• Docs suggest taking these double S R I’s,
• The request for a better place and state of mind,
• Stories lost from a sedating vibe,
• Too many rocks consume within a craze of time,
• Yet I still made the line and yet I still gave you time,
• Yet I still gave you time,
• Prescribed diazepam, admittedly I bagged a few,
• Dissolving brick portions, brother I gotta soldier through,
• Controlling quick fortunes, mother I gotta soldier through,
• Consulting big contortions, I be folding up food,
• Father I be folding up food.
• yaaah
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• I be stuck in a daze chasing flies on the wall,
• Feelings lead to lust and loves making me stall,
• I said hustle works trust my brothers weighing up balls,
• I got no competition, the dees creep when they crawl,
• I be trapping hard while my brain won’t decline for a drink,
• I been writing lots while you recline at the brink,
• I’m inclined to go rip up the shit,
• I spit it sicker than six sinners sippin their liquor,
• I’ll decrypt the picture,
• I always compose the same elixir,
• I profit the greasiest figure,
• and popping bars just to get a fixture,
• Jolly ranchers added to our mixture,
• Pagans barking to start a mother fucking whisper,
• I got that cream for when ya blister,
• I don’t give a shit, I’m the shit uh...
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• It’s like always cracks or morphine,
• These raw stacks since fourteen,
• No longer before seen,
• Acid drops releasing endorphins, distortions,
• they keep on evolving, misfortunes,
• they keep on resulting in people patrolling,
• No faulting, no halting, I’m still vaulting,
• Poker face and I’m folding, with all the weight and I be holding,
• Everyday I’m reloading, I got the algorithm encoding,
• You don’t wanna see spit a written on an instrumental,
• Teachers thought I had potential, always quick to grab the pencil,
• Missing common fundamentals, that shit is fuckin detrimental,
• Start to get involved with drugs for fun,
• Tony yayo - live by the gun,
• When you were itching for funds,
• I was skipping the dubs.
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• I was testing the pyromaniac,
• The questions, I’m guessing I’ll make the brain collapse,
• The obsessions of progression, the target I’ll make an aim at that,
• The sessions of depression, I’ve started to break the frames all crack,
• The discretion of profession to make a shameful stack,
• The suggestion of corrections, the mark to take the tame of Mac,
• The possession of infection, takin too much until it fades to black,
• You’ve been barking up the wrong tree...
• I’m starting to feel like I’m lost gee.