DEFENDER'S RAP

• (Verse 1, wait till beat drop)
• 2025, we hate it, this year we need to take this back to 2005
• We fear for more shit to become clear, gotta shift my gear,
• Don’t hit my rear, I skimmed quick, through everyone’s verses
• Been through all the journals and services, terms of surges
• Of nervous urges, they beg for more servants, first of many
• Word of bars, world of stars, tell me, how many more wordless
• Scars you hold, how many more arms do you have for the boss
• So he sends a box full of darts, Darth and dark, full of empty vodka shots
• Was it good on the job? Lots of dogs, wanna go through twenty rocks,
• Many Pennies was wasted on panting, like running from the cops
• So he goes back to his block, hoping he doesn’t get dot,
• Pop-pop-pop, while his pops cries, while he freezes like a popsicle,
• He’s in the hospital, trying to be logical, but it’s typical, and tropical
• His uncle, is in big trouble, with the law, so he was civil, until he became a hot little
• Another John Mitchell, so he saw his own sun, get disrespected, because he refused
• To kist a girl on the whistle, so a single crystal he holds was a pistol
• Waiting to blow, while the father cries, he drinks and buys his whine
• And whines to his son, that none of this happened, family matters,
• Until he decides to shot the pac out of him, and now a dedicated rapper, is dead
• And tossed aside, I’m surprised you complied, collide into an alley on aisle five
• And despite everything jeezy, you got spic coming for a pic, he’s not-dead
• He’s alive O.G, you make me sick, another contemplated trick
• To stick his dick, into another tip, oh I’m sorry if my peep didn’t click
• From your beep, please sent me a hit, he can’t run now, a meme cause he
• Got in the way of your clip, like going on a spree with an IP address leak
• Flee, because we want to be free, so here’s are key, and go spray up the house
• You peaked
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• (Hook)