Defari Interlude

[Verse 1: Defari] Filter all this noise like these beats on my ear I'm really froggish, every year is leap year Freshly cut to death, every week I'm off that chair Taco Tuesday find your boy at the Savoy, savoir-faire In Inglewood I'm really good, in Venice I get plenty bud These niggas think they really good, reality they really none They really like my little sons, they really like some little bums They not even a factor in this burn, they really get no run Ruby drop a ton of rhymes, a ton of beats I'm known to eat I gotta eat like Megatron on Monday night against the Chiefs I gotta bring my A game, my main frame 200 pounds I'd rather dump 200 rounds and watch you fucks run out of town This L.A. city all Southern section, true confessions You bad ass little kids, you could all learn a lesson I'm not stressing, and I surely ain't hiding behind no texting Here I stand, just a man in all of his imperfections