Battles vs Maverick
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Yea
- That's what I'm talking about
- S-A-S, size ain't shit, never that
- Strong Arm Steady, Talib Kweli
- Yea
- Niggas gettin caught in the trap
- For the cash, it's the drugs; basketball; or the rap
- There's more to us than that
- We the shit consider the facts, after you analyze that
- You know you best to fall back
- I'm dealing with, nothing but facts, when I spit it, though
- You niggas superstitious don't step on the cracks or split the pole
- Candle light, flickers so bright, my silhouette can kick a sicker flow
- And spill it like a liquor store, I spit the shit to make a cripple get up and dance
- I spit the shit to make the average MC piss in his pants
- I spit the shit to make a motherfucker call it a night
- I spit the shit to see fuck wit C. Delores Tucker sex like
- I take a sip from my creative well, in this game for a minute
- I play this well to win it, you go to Africa, like Dave Chappelle, you finished
- Cause your prehistoric raps is boring, the number of whack rappers soaring
- Like the percentages of teenagers who have abortions
- These niggas meek, their lyrics weak, and their beats is corporate
- They try snitching on records their mouths is leaking faucets
- Dripping them over system than, Chinese water torture
- Ripping a series of events, more unfortunate than Lemony Snicket
DEFENDER'S RAP
- 2023's in with me as, a kid from the 90's, on a 90's beat with Major G keys with V's producin', since
- My discovery's seein' her Y-T's reveals a whole few of 'em
- Had to pick the least goofiest, to be real no one disagrees if y'all feel it's reasonable to mute the shit...
- Referees toot the whis', your goalies in FIFA's a plume in heft
- And from the coop they fled, 'cause I'm Messi with the kick like BB's from a boomstick spread
- "Game Over" you sleazeballs Salt Bae cheesin' like you amigos with a seasoned vet
- No piquancy, trying to be sweet, peep the DM's, being all "mav my bb" I react with "t-f" she alluded jest
- All sheepish in heat, guess it's lambs to mincemeat, grease searin' this genderfluid jit
- You could say this Pan is in an outburst...
- 'Cause, it's kinda like Jesus when he subdues the figs...
- How I got KA-OS' posse in furor, since unleashing the priests and police chiefs for fewer fruits to live.
- Like I'm the Führer, on my Ceaser/Zeus-type shit. I'm not beneath being uncouth in this
- No beef to sink my teeth just leisurely doin' this
- So trigger warning, when it comes to fire-opening... I don't even cease the deuce-deuce in this
- Was ready to squeeze then, shoot, so 'Ren said "Peace!" from the series Prix and, relief was soothin' him
- I mean her. Ah, my belief is within reason the LGBT be appeased, but as youth I'm split
- I've no expertise nor degree in these theses in truthfulness, so I'll keep my P's and Q's 'til then
- But, if ya wanna switcheroo P's with V's & teets, or V's with P's & goatees.... Then know there's no inequities to my ruthlessness.
- I've tried to teach you the keys and ABC's in piecing up schemes for juicy hits
- Though so slow in absorbin' pointers when I showed you the ropes but...
- Just be pleased it's at least not Middle Eastern nooses, jit!
- You can truss me, my motif's not to seek having you YEETED from rooftops, jit!
- Feel the breeze off canopies, that degree of PTSD's so brief you freeze, deceased, poof you're dead,
- But your C-PTSD's the queasiness from a decrease in what to eat, no can of peas... No nourishment,
- See, ya parents left ya edacious, tippin' the H connection, who mum was breakin' bread with... For a spoon syringe