DEFENDER'S RAP

• fuck a race jam, my shots sent outs more fatal than a flamethrower
• aimed at where you shouldn't have ain’t stand,
• because I trace plans that make me blaze past every lame whack emcee
• fast, their downfalls written in the same sand
• the winds carry when God decides where the fates land
• in other words, their fates stamped anybody fuckin with Nathan Amazin'
• I’ll twist your body backwards like a snake cramp
• until I rip your spine loose where the plates clamp
• detonate your brainpan obliterate your frame fast,
• I'll demonstrate the same wrath that devastates a wasteland
• before you vanish from existence like a tape that ain’t saved in a safe cam
• trained hands’ll make you face plant, I'll make you hit the pavement
• so hard, I rearrange your grill like a wage scam
• yo, just even one hit can separate your dumbass from your pride
• like a changed stance, unlike you, the way I move could change
• a whole block like a banks rant, since my 1st scrap back in grade ten
• I've dropped a lots of bodies quicker than a freight ramp
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• by the way.. we can do more than throw hands dude
• we don't gotta just knuckle up, we can do more than clash, duke
• like see who’s stab who and I'll program you into a coma
• like a slow-jammed soul scan after I jab through your abs
• I'll have your last breath pass through a half‑massed gash
• having you sorted, filed into a folder labeled ‘corpses — vials."
• after I distort your life, torch your organs
• like a chorus formed of swords that slice
• I'll rewrite he that'll battle me life, once I've sliced his spine
• so deep his organs slide as if I'm reorganizin’ storage files
• I'll tear flesh with a prophets wrath, make organs spill
• like ancient maps unfolded from the prophets path
• I'll take it past ruthless by bringing back the old me
• that came to school and would slash students
• then leave your dream chicks pussy looser than a cracked roof is
• especially if you rap like a rookie or get mad and you attempt to push me
• I'll leave your breathing abstract, leaking like the seams in a trash bag
• after three in the back when your features detached
• your team’ll react like ‘Jesus is back,’
• cause the scene’ll look like I resurrected demons to scrap
• if I choose to beatchu' with a bat, I’ll tweak where you’re at
• place each strike like a clean little trap in the seams of the map
• it's fuck using a bat or a gat though any other weapons
• also, because just one scheme from me would leave you flat
• my presence alone swings cleaner than that that’s me keeping it tact, I'll collapse your myths as I fracture crypts
• in fractured shifts, using hazardous battle scripts Nazca glyphs with acid drips to slash your ribs my grace explains the change that'll reshape your frame
• until your own name don’t hold the same weight it claims whenever l cave it I'll makes veins spray in waves
• until your name ain’t engraved the same to ever graze the sacred scripts my cadence wields
• you’d need to take a seat where ancients kneel and pray that fate could make you real you’d need to trade your faith for steel,
• then break the gates of Satans seal, escape the weight of angels heels,
• before my phrases flay your shield and paint your dreams in vacant fields
• every line burns prism, sermons split into schism, I merge dimensions
• curse religions, burst existence, purge decisions, test conditions
• press afflictions, bless inscriptions etched in sickness, I’m pestilence
• with reverence deliver death with verbal quickness whenever I enter my element
• it’s evident a resonance that detonate continents, bend the sediment
• I leave earth in rebirth each verse is a deep curse universe submerged
• in a heat burst till the streets burst reflection infects your perception
• correction, cerebral infections dissecting your mental connections
• Take on the great one your fate spun in eight tons I break lungs, cave chests, linguistic napalm
• Mind over gun — grenades cascade in a wave, charades collapse the second I blast your name off the page
• Tone weigh souls — every lesson a death sentence, essence a weapon — confessions become remnants
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