DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm on a blind chase, nowadays.
• I'm on a separate pace, raced.
• Try to embrace, this grace
• fought for difficulty, says
• who? Never meant for you, ace.
• I'm just a disgrace, I'm in a phase.
• I just praise, keep my gaze
• on my goal, and won't be an asshole, encased.
• Based on my taste, I won't waste
• the time given, just do it post-haste.
• They call me chaste, I'm placed,
• in a spot, fuck imma boutta be late.
• Try me, I ain't Lamar, ain't Andy Tate.
• No friends if they call you mate.
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• Rockstarring, school's on,
• So the score is parring, cricket on my TV,
• it's gettin' hectic, one sixer, two fours
• Get a wicket and I'm gettin' bowled.
• AFK, a fuckin' killer, that's me
• boutta deliver a thriller, pillager
• villager if you're ill then sell pigeons.
• Many many visions, call for me for a decision
• Mad for an incision, follow your religion.
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• Machine gun on my shoulder, passin' out
• When I see a boulder, it's getting' colder,
• When I get out here, fire getting' bolder.
• You told her? Fuck, clear off, I'm boutta choke ya.
• Sentimental as a choker, Chainsmokers?
• They ain't like me, I ain't a bank account holder.
• Anyway, they older, might as well be a soldier.
• Texas and we play Poker? Go fish and get a token.
• I'm broken an' they boutta clear out for a molder
• rollercoaster, in a toaster, toasted like my roasts,
• whoever's rolled their, eyes.
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• Don't trip, don't hide, elevate 'em up,
• then slip 'n' slide, who say I don't try.
• Pick you up and make you a fly, sigh.
• My, oh, my, my, how high, how high?
• Nigga, higher than the kites and they die.
• This is a comeback to how some backed back to the track.
• Then I gave you a smack,
• Til' you packed your backpack and sped off the track
• You lack self-contact, the impact rack of the Blue-Tack,
• Chew that.