Battles vs Volvic_Bachman
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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
- "It's Volvic the cocaine dealer
- You hire bodyguards, I hire professional killers
- Your pitiful father visits prostitutes
- Because he lacks excitement in everyday life, like erotic-thrillers
- The brothel and bar owner
- My girls are hot, willing, and in case the tax office asks - socially insured
- If someone rebels, I strike to give them a few slaps
- And onlookers gather to not miss a few slaps
- Your mother wants to finance her heroine
- The fool has to refinance it with her show in my club
- I say, 'Get down on your knees, you Hoe!'
- And she looks up at me with a loving gaze while sweeping the tiled table
- She's addicted to Heroine
- And after she quickly humbly cooked my meal, she's sent to the street with the other girls
- I'm not a musical act,
- I walk through the streets, randomly knocking pedestrians down, that's pimp rap