DEFENDER'S RAP

• //Verse 2 Tewsly
• Met him at the lost n’ found, searchin’ for these new beats, to bad it lost
• Seekin’ for the cursin’ in my verses, teach the weak how to sing for peace
• Preach to the kids, before they start skippin’ on the weak, peekin’ through your peaks
• I reached a peak reach pinnin’ my pen to the cellin’ and I’ve started chillin’
• Chippin’ the wood chipper of the petty wood pecker, hit up pac, as the hip-hop presser
• Peer pressure chirppin’ under your hood, spin the pretty block in unhealable wheels
• Heal the fearless top that came close to the bottom, carry the grannies n’ run them shieldless
• Out of the Grammies, say less n’ hold my Tommy, bombs across your gravy to put in your graveyard
• Burnt like chicken n’ you couldn’t save nine pieces of beef, leave you in six pieces
• You couldn’t remember how to fix pleases, plead to the broken leads of tiny leafses
• To make all your dreamses fall deaf to your kneeses, seek attention
• To give us your thesis, sisters couldn’t even save the senstive creationist
• In your rational senses, mindfulness wasn’t that righteous, rightfully
• Awful to remember your not naturally thoughtful, full of thoughts
• That’s so impossible to ignore the possibilities of possible outcomes to nationalism
• National threats so how you couldn’t retreat a cult, so suit yourself to a treat
• And read are credentials before you start critiquing are superstantial standard
• Cause all of your super natural arguments are dead n’gone to the lost n’ found