Keen Defender
Ghost Tha Reaper
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Don’t ask for beef, when you prefer squash I mince meat, f*ck with me end up tossed A trash heap, compared to me & my sauce Who gassed you up on a track? Who dabbed you up, saying “Dope” when you’re whack Cut the brakes, smashed up from the crash Back up before you get caught in your tracks Mashed up like potatoes from the fuckin' sack I use the mic as a weapon Wrap tight like OJ around the neck and Put that in your pipe, I'm reality addressing Bars I write, Is there any objections? Lyrically holding weight Sadistically folding fakes Minimally scoping hate Tired of this repetitive pace Hired to rewire a competitive state Turning heat up in the kitchen A fire beat, cook up the lava that I'm spitting A hit without getting hit The shit without taking a shit Being sick without getting sick Fade within the motherfucking mist All my life a ghost Unnoticeable like vapor layered onto a boat Focus-able with enemies in my scope Garbage objectifying at tacticians G.O.A.T Subconsciously packed, listen as I note Thoughts into my diary, trying to build hope The OG's inspire me to build a verse on my track & smoke Michael Myers every beat until the day I croak Drag y'all down into the abyss, scary real like a virus from a tick Nobody tryna deal with a tyrant unloading shit, violent as I reload the clip Drag y'all down into the abyss, scary real like a virus from a tick Nobody tryna deal with a tyrant unloading shit, violent as I reload the clip Drag y'all down into the abyss, scary real like a virus from a tick Nobody tryna deal with a tyrant unloading shit, violent as I reload the clip Shots coming from the bartender I tend to bars, A repeat offender So hard, I reap the sensor Scarred, I'm the Keen Defender Bizarre, On a deep adventure End up in a jar after being in a blender You ready to spar with a beast contender Added to the spark as I sleep & render Support real hip hop Mumble incoherently get drip dropped Ain't no scaring me when your shit flip flops Times up for you apparently tick tock Toe tag you hoe bags, No straps Your soul goes back to hell cuz you so whack I can tell, You claim with them chains you icy But I don't play with what I say you might freeze Jack Frost slays another day with a slight breeze Keep the enemy at bay, pray on your blight knees Verbally spray in your way, Exciting Strays in a disarray you might be, Unwinding As I spill from the dome rhyming & grinding gears Constant surprising Real hip hop rising from it's grave Writing in order to save Exercising word play, precisely Better buckle up when I'm driving
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