Last Defense! Rap Song Prod. By Shawn S. Beatz Lyrics By Adam Stark

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Lyrics:

"New rapper alert! Wack as fuck of course Hip hop continues to die,
Diminishing while you watch or step up, Wither without you by his side!
(/with or without you by his side!)
I’ll Turn the volume off of the wack frauds whom the radio would choose to feature,
At the same exact time I’ll fire off silencers in their mouths to ‘Mute’ the ‘speakers’
He should pay me NOT to battle him, to avoid losing to my greatness,
by taking the ‘high road’ to demonstrate an elevation!
(/an ‘L’ evasion!)
If he would agree to battle me I’d embarrass him and leave him alone,
But he’d decline in record time, instead I’ll have to put a bullet in both eyeballs, to (/two) each his own,
I’ll be a graffiti artist foreshadowing the future, ‘the writings on the wall’ I’m the pro taggin’ this!
You’ll see a toe tag on this protagonist!
Researchin’ this weak-person seemed-urgent as what I had seen-worded was that he’s popular!
Not concerned there’s no good lyrics discovered on this Earth
Not to mention the omniverse!
Every rap career, I’ll teach em’ that the end is near,
your afraid of the dark so when i knock your lights out my fist interferes with your inner-fears!
He’s telling me he wants to slice up my bladder with something sharp to disturb my essence,
I’ve never experienced pain down between my legs, but just thinking about it now makes me understand Ur intentions!
(/urine tensions)
My fans told me ‘make sure he’s unarmed’ I took the threat literally to the end,
Cut them off all together.... like I wanted nothing to do with them!
more stab wounds to arm pits and you’ll see the blood increases
(/in creases)
Rip the vocal cords off the larynx to make him fuckin’ speechless!
So mister victim listen up I’ll give you a big clue, you know some sort of hint,
You can’t speak and I took you off the map, is there any more to it?
My machine that can save you is missing the plug, that’s also unfortunate,
So your throat, this location and the machine have the same thing in common... there’s no coordinate!
(/cord in it!)
(/Chord in it!)
Accept my top spot and listen when I pass my words you should cherish the code,
Anyone else steppin’ in? I’ll Cut off oxygen to kill the king’s replacements, no more heir to the throne!
(/Air to the throne!)
A loser sore as you affords a quick death for being a poor sportsman,
Hand you a 1 inch paper saying I’m gonna kill you in 1 second... you die with such a ‘short notice’!
All you biters need to take heed & dont step-on-my-grind,
when you steal my lyrics yall should Recognize you wreck-a-nice rhyme,
never touch my pen & pad you would waste-imagery,
I could be a starving artist in the Hunger Games & taste victory!
Don’t tell on me for the 328 victims,
just pretend this face is in-a-cent
(/innocent) like Abe-Lincoln!"