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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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,
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  • 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.)

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