DEFENDER'S RAP

• You just a common dirtbag,
• I spit facts that the worst tag,
• With mindsets that leave Jet Li feeling empty,
• I spit plenty, waiting for these to tempt me,
• Steal nikes and cop pics of your bentley,
• You got a wack ass verse,
• Made headway into the rap adverts,
• I crack rappers, with top chops and rhymes,
• When I rhyme, aint no blocking mine,
• I got more of em,
• In fact, my rhyme records times ten,
• But face it, the case is you a blind pen,
• A blind pen?
• Cause My rhymes zen,
• Son, I was born in the pen,
• Kids used to throw piss cause they hated,
• Rounded up a gang now they all claim they mistated,
• Son, my rhymes the equivalent of nine rounds into the skull,
• Got my demeanour from dog pounds and never culpable,
• Only Homicide y'all commited was your careers,
• Deliver these nutrients,
• I was supposed to make a living off of the last breaths of death,
• But I gave my glory to God, so now Im broke instead,
• Go ahead make your jokes,
• When dust settles, Ill be the last to gloat,
• Y'all do this for the money?
• I put 20 pounds of beer in my tummy,
• Then vomit just to feel the ill,
• Cyanide or arsenic, but Im the realest pill,
• I been deep and strong all weak,
• Like cheech and chong called beef,
• And my sounds healed the chief,
• I spit like clips, snitching aint my cup of tea,
• But Yall claim