DEFENDER'S RAP

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• Big chirpin' sound, like you got the technology for public housing
• You don't fulfill prophecies, all you do is kill hella policies
• Rap police don't want you, we laugh at your comedian jokes
• Moneys for days, and you still think you own the money game
• Let's play a real game, you don't snatch chains dummy,
• All you do is hold pocket change, catch these flames you try to claim
• Hate that we move on from your era, update the game, cha ching
• Your no longer the king still, trill, swing these memories
• Back into your domain, your brain can't bring you back to life
• Tewsly chill! no fuck that I wanna leave Lil trill stock in a kidz bop hoax
• Cut your thorax from your throat, folks, he hopes that we mope
• And becomin' broke as he becomes a pope as his formats,
• Wipe them shoes off the doormat, cause your 'bout broken as the floor mat note,
• That your smallcap you wrote turned into a corcap all that, just to be like golden
• You open the door for us to point at you like a moanin' board, you moron,
• Tewsly has spoken cause deep down you still shot at Hip Hop cops
• Who tryin' to save Hip Hop from over spoken niggas like you,
• So go be pac of this game if you say, you might just turn out to pop
• With sacks of rocks who wants to come back in black
• Just don't be surprise when we suppress your tracks to last
• Cause your facts success complexes and slacks