Battles vs LIL50thegoat
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- oohhh la la la la la laahhhh
- my words are deadly and not every battle is friendly
- gotta keep educating myself, not gonna be another book
- forgotten on the shelf, moldy and sour
- bugging out, i'm writing classics like hat tricks
- releasing my emotions, fully automatic
- cuz the world our here iz drastic, snap onna fool
- like a rubber band, the whiplash have your face hot and stinging
- tears in your eyes, crying with anger
- been listening steady to all these ghetto bangers, i ain't no stranger
- all these rhymes in my ears, ringing inside my skull
- turning my brains into pudding, eat myself cuz my rap bars are so nourishing
- head bobbing, hips shaking, fine ass bitches, their hearts are throbbing
- i need a hug cuz i'm short on tenderness and loving
- now all these lil momma's be sobbing, shorties growing up too fast
- what's been happening to my little darling?
- it all goes so fast, that's why i ride slow
- life's weight is too heavy, fight to lift harder, run faster
- jump the wall, it's the marathon i'm after
- burn this herb, all this smoke in the air
- relaxation in the middle of trauma and devastation, smell the roses while i can
- spread the petals across the bed, romance
- plant some seeds, let nature do its work, let that shit grow
- in the meantime, i'll just stay humble
- it's all good when the music is bumping, ass bouncing
- gram by gram, ounce by ounce
- fuckin with the market, gotta roll in my pocket
- ready to carry the sack, no fumble
- oohhhweeeeee, now i'm in trouble
- breaking out the bubble, staring out across the rubble
- gazing at the stars thru the hubble, i'm extraterrestrial like an atlien
- acapulco gold in my lungs, breath so fragrant
- smell my scent floating in the breeze, i'm spreading this peace
- living so decadent, and i turn the music up
- yea, and i turn the music up
- elixir of the gods in my chalice, sip sip
- drip drip, bae always so wet, drip drip
- swish
- fresh on every verse, giving lyrical birth
- got way too much steeze, broke the algorithm cuz i'm beyond analysis
- holding onto this moment of ease, fuck wit me please
- let's be like maus and outsmart all the cats
- hoarding all the cheese, parmesan, gouda, chedder
- on point, on the letter, just feeling more better
- flow like butter, all this gangsta shit that i utter
- oooohhhhhh lllaaa lal ala lala lla laah
DEFENDER'S RAP
- 61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
- Er'body got a .30, er'body tryna score
- Catch him lackin', get the blick
- And he don't blick back, chase him down
- Bullets rippin' through his tissue
- With extra clips for all these switches
- Opps, they see me and they know to run
- My Glock a golden gun
- How you tryna beef with me?
- You don't even own a gun
- Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?
- All these bitches suckin' dick
- They come with us, they using tongues
- Verse
- Pull up in that scat fast
- Chrome Hearts, a fresh tag
- Balled a bad bitch out and sent her home with a wet ass
- N***as get to tweakin', we don't think first, we just splat, splat
- And I slimed plеnty n***as out, I could say slatt, slatt
- I'll come to your city for a show
- I ain't gon' perform if I don't get Glock through thе door
- Bitch, I'm from the 'Raq, I ain't gon say it's on the floor
- HotHead burnin' in my Backwood, that's the only thing I smoke
- Roll up that Marty, Josh, Foxx, Scrapp, Joc pack
- Doon, Lil D, Ricky, Moses and Scrapp, Bam gettin' smoked now
- Y'all still ain't get y'all lick back, y'all still ain't get y'all get back
- Whole city know we with that, first n***a caught shit splat
- Chorus
- 61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
- Er'body got a .30, er'body tryna score
- Catch him lackin', get the blick
- And he don't blick back, chase him down
- Bullets rippin' through his tissue
- With extra clips for all these switches
- Opps, they see me and they know to run
- My Glock a golden gun
- How you tryna beef with me?
- You don't even own a gun
- Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?
- All these bitches suckin' dick
- They come with us, they using tongues