DEFENDER'S RAP

• I do this shit to blow up like martyrdom
• with these radioactive weapons concealed in my phone.
• Consume their chromosomes, put two in your dome.
• So they get abrasive
• when I eject brass casings that hold more secrets than freemasons.
• I leave bodies riddled with bullethole cavities, actually causing casualties
• casually, it my responsibility to maintain dominance through lyrical agility.
• Shwoing my ability, to easily peel off into a killing spree
• as these endorphins poor into me.
• Lyricism fatal, it contracts their ligaments.
• and take their innocence, for the divident.
• Its evident, I disintegrate the evidence,
• they dicipate into vapor, high as the skyscraper.
• Taking their breath like a monologue from vader.
• Believe it or not these bars are just fillers,
• because i'm the serial killer, vanerial dealer, skin tone vanilla.
• Nobody iller, its cali