Defi Ant - The Meg

What a nigga gotta do
Just to make a little room
Put my foot up in the do'
Hit em high, hit em low
Yo yo yo yo
Should i do it real slow?
Yall dont even know i miss that old busta rhymes flow
So fuckin wild wit it
Not the type to fuck around
But the more i think about it
I be knowin to bump me some mystikal so
Here i go
Here i go
Uh oh
Nigga no you bet not
Thinkin you can handle a monsta
Who'll accost you at all costs
Type of nigga controls disasters
So ima STOP ya
And burn em with everything accessible in the moment
A crime of passion
Took his jacket and choked him
He wasn't doing nothin'
So i had to provoke em
To stand my ground
Shoot em in the leg
But the heart instead said to shoot em in the head
Cuz when ignorance makes you defend yourself
You think about your health and those lashes welt
But i started it
You the only one around that want a part of it
But im sorry, im not
See i need to vent and your consent is responding to my bullshit
And that was it
Coulda ignored me and been a pacifist
But now your family is looking for a casket
And ill still show up and say something cuz the pastor asked me
Shit
See ima basket case wit a handsome face
Now if one day i shaved it all off, no aftershave
Well i can pass for drake
I hear they say that all light skins look alike
I used to be ludacris
Krusty the klown
And T.I
But im that Defi
A-N-T
They love the dreads
But yet they lovin me
Im what you want
Im what you need
I am that unknown unknown unknown unknown

Goin in for the dream
Goin out for the cause
No amount to these laws
They pick and choose what they want
Niggas be lookin for more
While police be lookin for war
But really we wantin' to soar
But our feet still chained to the floor

I dont even think you niggas really want me to do this
Sit down you're trash your bars are useless
Somebody better skuff this motherfucka and his shoes
Before i treat you like jazz when uncle phil threw him
Cuz im fresh to def, look at life what's next
Everything you own in a box to the left
Get to steppin
And ill step in
Could be Oprah im Steadman
And ima mean tamborine
So very clean and serene
Like bobby brown when 'ol girl fixed his teeth
Except that i'll never cheat
Except on that one woman who'll
Always count her 3 times cheating on me as nothing
But once you learn how to fight for something
Better fight for something worth the fight
Before you get juiced like Orenthal without the knife
That's like death without the Scythe
And i don't think that i'm the type
To jump in front of a bus when destruction its bed
Don't lay down
Get out the way
It's safe to say watch out for The Meg

Written by:
Galen Clipper

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