Battles -N0tWorthIt- vs Maverick
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Maverick won this battle!
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Battle on April 26 2023
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Just somethin I put together n around 10 minutes
- 0:05
- Uh,
- Cartography on this paper, I hold the depths the keys to the devils chamber
- These hoes stay the same couldent make they selves any plainer
- I wanna rule the world own it up in acres, like monopolies biggest player,
- like I'm living on a prayer,
- I'm waiting very patient,
- Savin it like a late future vacation, my lines make the future salvation
- jus me the pen pages n dedication, shoot the opps like they ran inta the
- station,
- Yeh wanna be iced in a glacier, I'm gettin better with girls that chick I could
- taste her, gettin tight in the sheets hot like triangle waist shirts,
- Cheatin highschool Nobel copy and paster, pass wit stolen pencils
- and broke-off erasers, yeh I'ma Uh, dream chaser
- Make me the danger, and I'll be shapin the face of the world lika laser
- Fast pacer,
- Hand me the keys I'll drive machines and be the hell raiser
- 2 doors 4 seats, Karambits my favorite razor have it in the back
- seat where my bitches will be in constant danger
- Fire I'm saying aye don't look at my props..
- I'm breakin rules I can't be trusted, its only a matter a time
- fore my crimes forseen and busted, but before I rot to shit
- I'ma bend reality even if it rusted, cuz I'm turning 17 soon and
- I ain't tryna rush it, feel I met my grave so many times slept
- in it and touched it fitted in like a concussion gotta
- wake up 6am schools startin I only get up to a discussion
- //
- ...not when ma asking me quietly.. out the bed last minute
- my mind be fighting me..
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Midnight Club verse
- (0:17)//
- I been bar hoppin', never club bangin', couple parties poppin', never drug takin'
- 'Cept some dart tossin', and some bud blazin', mostly hard sauces, with some chugged ale-in'
- (Like) With cuzz and his pal, when I bunked at his house, ago quinquenni-el
- Buzzed on the L-bent, a comfortable couch, discuss what the hell
- While gulpin' light alc', Coors, bottoms-up threw it down
- 'Til my clumsy patell'a, had bumped the tay-bel, case tumbled and felled
- Some busted and spilt, picked up off the ground, shit's gushing on out;
- (The box!)
- And off-the, -cuff had to sal'vage, 'rose above' like an al'pha,
- Then I drunk like a foun'tain! Leave no wounded soldier, war-zonin'
- Even flat, warm and just grossened – Bite the Silver Bullet and choke it
- When not shotgunnin' I slow drink, double-fistin' beers for the whole stretch
- Even got HOPS in our pockets, like a kid collecting frogs where he stores 'em
- Never been ravin', but've walked in with birdies on my shoulders like Odin;
- Really only usin' these sluts, for somewhere to have my brewskis to put
- Didn't say these floozies look GOOD, these grenades, no molotov ambush
- Guess you could say a bird in the hand's, worth more than 2 on the Busch.