DEFENDER'S RAP

• A rap, a trap, a dream, a scheme.
• It seems like I'll never be seen.
• I'm wasting time rapping,
• Flapping my mouth, cause I'm from the south.
• Gotta southern drawl, so fuck all y'all.
• I can fish and hunt, just talking bout some cunt.
• That's all it is, ain't none of your biz,
• The shit I been through as a kid.
• Flipped a lid, that bitch ran and hid.
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• Charged with possession, wanting a confession.
• None of its messin with me,
• Subliminally I guess you can see,
• I'm lyrically inclined to design and intertwine lines with rhymes so divine,
• To the beat, to the time, and so discreet,
• I could sign my name (Dalton James)
• Without interruption of the flow,
• Damn, corruption of the soul.
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• Where do we go if we ain't got a home,
• Thought that's where the heart was but I'm all alone.
• Those sticks and stones never phased me,
• But the words so absurd made me crazy,
• Now I'm hitting a blunt get hazy, lazy.
• Guess what its all in the phrasing.
• You praising? Or hating?
• Either way I'm fading, bitch, gimme a rating.