DEFENDER'S RAP

• I used to live my life a bit reckless, everybody around me used to dub me a menace.
• Nightmares of ending up neck-less, waking up breathless, the torment was endless.
• I wanna own more grills than a dentist while chillin’ at Venice in a brand new Lexus.
• Marry a bad bitch bet her beauty is senseless, stick my dick in the pussy and I’m feelin’ tremendous.
• I view myself as the best writer on any Cypher nobody is tighter than Dope Doc the almighty Messiah.
• Writing rhymes since a youngin’ every bar been fire, the end result still ain’t present dawg I got shit I desire.
• In Elementary I packed a mean hook as a fighter, but every punch I took didn’t get my grades up higher.
• I had to quit acting like a baby in diapers, and start writing out my feelings shitting out bars, oh shit, they diapers.
• All my goals are padded out, I’m aiming for the cheese but not a snitch, so you won’t see me ratted out.
• Couple racks now I can get tatted out, all of my goals are called Dora, cuz they’re mapped the fuck out.
• Spitting lava out of my pens mouth, still searching for a purpose like an indoor houses mouse.
• In the future, working as a tech fixing computers after I give up and diminish my user.
• I’m cruising past the adversity like an Uber, all of the love from my parents came fake like a blooper,
• Used to be known as the loser, until I started handing out chocolate bars on my fucking scooter.
• Everybody wanted to buy it off of me, what you want, caramel or dark chocolate bars probably.
• Hm, you must think I’m far from a hustler, until I moved my first brick way before a fucking youngster.
• The name is Dope but don’t confuse it with a smuggler, I fly out the window chasing the dream, no need need for a seatbelt buckler.