Battles vs The_115
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- walking thru the darkness
- i'm tripping on shadows and echoes
- my eyes behold phantoms
- and i feel the demon's claws tickling at my neck
- no looking back, stumbling in panic, frantic and manic
- running headlong into pitch blackness
- reckless and aimless, my mind struggles to confirm it's own madness
- an infinite maze of thoughts and emotions
- yet my heart is a burning torch of devotion
- lighting the way forward, raising myself up from the valley of death
- i'm seeking the sun of rebirth
- an infant in a womb of mud, rocks and worms, at one with the earth
- praying for the end of this endless search
- but there is no warmth in this icy world of forsaken souls
- their cold words pierce my skin and chill my blood
- i'm releasing a flood of curses and blasphemy
- my blade slashes at the slightest movement, severing and maiming
- leaving them headless
- but my enemies are merciless, they're in my dreams calling me worthless
- sweating, gasping, collapsing in exhaustion
- i feel the pain and burden of these toxins
- they're making a monster of me
- my consciousness snaps into seven pieces
- wielding a medusa of contradictions, attacking truth with lies and afflictions
- ghosts screaming in my nightmares
- i'm clutching for love and comfort, but i only find emptiness
- taunts, derision and laughter while i flee from the creature of my own design
- am i the doctor, or am i the frankenstein?
- maybe we're one and the same
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Pains rhymes with gains,
- when you gotta suffer to be better.
- Hopes rhymes with ropes,
- when you feels a bit too cold he's always there awaiting for his luck to hook-ya tight to the neck.
- Fame rhymes with lame,
- then,
- soaked rhymes with cold,
- when your soul have been sucked-dry by life alike a drive-by in Dubaï,
- face palmed on the sand then both hands trying to reach further the last light-beam on the beach shining bright in-sight,
- losing consciousness, eyes shutting, curtains enclosing with all my hopes on the nope hanging high'n tight on the rope'round this throat t'ill I choke with that neck broke alike smashed coal before I sing this solo's credo on my mellow-cello voice onto the micro making all of you mumblers looks alike a macro-sized lego compared to my talent, so y'all better shuts your egos now before I shut your damned mouths now POW!
- because I am as ready to shoot'em with my words as a cop with his glock cocked ready to shoot another nigger in da street, in da hood for pleasure in America at New-York city in the 20th century. (haha)
- Yea!
- you heard me right!
- That's The-115'O-matic 5000 in action rushing to kill your careers with kinetic-energy from my words's wrecking-ball!
- (Gotchaaaaa!)
- (Die-nowwwww!)
- Wrecking your mumbles-mouths as much as the Megantic-train mixed-up with the Indianapolis-bomb combined with the notorious Chernobyl's elephant's foot in ya faces!
- (MIC!, please.)