DEFENDER'S RAP

• // 4s //
• I, this motherfucker been shittin' on yall, what been a nobody's main goal? Man, all up from his mind the angles supposed to get him highs?
• Hol' up, lemme rewind yall them motherfuckin' lies (Grand Opening Night, yall ready for that shit?)
• // 21s //
• Tasteless random drops, 10 years on this site n' still no bops? The inner sell out took over your body,
• Half your plastic life spent to end on a deathbed, number one discography, modern hip hop I guess that also went over your head?
• But why you speakin' bout flow man where the recordin' at, huh? Lack comprehension skills it's that his G.P.A never been fat, no shit
• Musically pockets ain't sumo, why you'd even go after NICO? dumbass
• Fraud-Ass Type Typo, Just Another 6-God Boutta Feel A 9-Rod Hit, Cease And Desist For Defeat, Feed The Street With This Shit
• (You) Might needa pull a dictionnary, the oxford (AY)
• (Ain't) no classics in that discography, a hoax you can't afford
• (No) winnin' against me motherfucker, delivered right to your face
• (Rapper) can't stand it's all over, fuck, gotta keep up the pace (AY)
• Bein' a 96' fella ain't make you 2pac's heir, no, puttin' a scene when you ain't even packin' heat air
• All eyes be on me motherfucker fix that poor eyesight, I'll break down them heart complexities like Pev
• Glass ass dissin', supra slow thinkin' which one of you snakes be the verse dev?
• You yappin' bout GPT man where's the confetti? It ain't no Jev. Pull the AI shit really?
• You seem desperate for that old ass chit chat, got 23 props and now you think you hot at that? fuck, the garden of eden,
• Your prime was back in them covid days, wait, this the genesis to your pen? crashout on track the fuck he says?
• This that shit you tap your toe to, 2 sec hold the line quickly, fact check a bot tell him shoo, crew specks he's rappad's E Coli, fuck you 4feit, who even is you?
• How the fuck can I destroy a carreer that ain't even started yet? Yeah, if you wanna cut off my head you better pull the bet,
• Please, don't hold back, cause that track just flatterin' my ego, I'm no Mr Morale my music been horny for big shooters, ay
• Is my K spiralin' it's boutta put a dot on your eyes like hooters, wait, DrummaBoi got you wiped down,
• So why you still fightin' for the crown, ooh, the one hit wonder's askin' for only 54 lines, clock it,
• I don't need no next round, ayy (this that base 12 deal) Now who, who, whose name I forgot to shoot at?
• // 1min12 //
• Dissect the stage persona, n' this the diss track era, no problem, Illin' the hot ones in,
• That's 4 feet down your actin', classic K to a king, 89' guillotine, well I wanna have a laugh,
• Reverse it n' show me some strife, Mantra Killa pullin' in drip with this shit, even secrets boutta be a hit, O.K?
• Respect all form of art, anyways, that includes the usual finish you K.O way
• Not the smart tech part, scent is savage, you dreamin' of masterin' wealth on that page,
• Tell us, this choice healin' a stinkin' lack of lyrical child support? The Ms blastin' L on L, I get it, you wanted some L-O-L, zonin' to court
• No, no, it's deeper than that, it's canon, it's 2, 3 coolin' on J n' cravin' action, be in the worst of this site bracket, life is bloody,
• Proctorin' gettin' mad ugly, yo, 4feit' aside for that set, just know these rappers tough til' you drop a coin, cause who behind the song's cover
• Let's talk bout them soulless pawns, phoney art til' I'll pull out the layers, yeah, it gon' be a hard summer, yo
• // 1min40 //
• It's all been bout clout, examine that route, man I can't save these souls, De La Soul goin' solo after revealin' the true roles
• It's easy, I'm the master like Rakim, teach-back to him we not alike, nah
• Potential lost on rappin' like it was botted, I'm busy bein' better than him
• Uh, gotta pull the plug on him when I be on the mic, one minute, made a I.V turn a fella warm blooded (turn this shit up)
• Okay, see I be on tv sweepin' sympathy beyond the MIDI it's HIV the way this track fuckin' you with no rub
• Shitty thee thought that rap was T.N.T to Rappad's stv, what's up? Bro your bars fell flat like an AA bra cup
• Poetry, musically, it's see through man you a fraud what a tragedy, an insult to the best lyricists
• His head thinkin' me, me, me, bastard tryna ease the fact he made me a eulogist
• // 2min09
• Do it the old-gen way? Old-school ain't tell you bout Nas and jay-z?
• By that way, it was written your demise won't get any feelin' sorry, geez, look at yourself, livin' a Judas cause you been plottin' like Johnny
• Lackin' depth never been the def, say, can yehowah let moles, ain't no 10 to 10, pull a strike n' my left blow ties to victory
• Even your idols are assholes, this thief's life written by my diss gust, ballin' like ZZ, my team ari hogs the spotlight it ain't gon' rust
• Pushin' you like a hellcat, what, a uniform can't fake bein' a rat?
• Fuckin' crowd pleaser motherfuckin' dawgs, yall know my shit stillmatic, man the fuck is your dialogues, this supposed to be sick?
• That's funny, the actor we once knew givin' his all to the lotto, fuck you well wishin' fortiche ass wannabe n' listen to my motto, capiche?
• Take off the fake tough he feeds, take off the wilgermain, take off the mask,
• All good deeds, lemme put an end to a Vic's sad-ass life n' do God's task, Yugh (Pull back them motherfuckin' curtains)