Battles lil-Canine vs KO-Doomzday
RULES
"Bullet Holes"
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- (Verse 1)
- Whispers in the wind, heartache's no friend,
- They won't let up, heart's fired up, 'bout to erupt.
- No one's confessin', they keep pressin', feelin' like I'm second guessin'.
- (Chorus)
- Feels like I'm riddled with shots, lost in my thoughts,
- Missed too many shots, payin' secret costs.
- (Verse 2)
- Pain's unquenched, wanna vent, wish it was spent,
- Was a wolf in chains, felt the strains,
- Don't wanna lose my brain, this game's insane.
- (Chorus)
- Feels like I'm riddled with shots, lost in my thoughts,
- Missed too many shots, payin' secret costs.
- (Verse 3)
- Hate's in the air, gaspin' for care,
- Enemies armed, I'm alarmed, waitin' for dawn's glare.
- Bullets zing, left me singin', every day I'm swingin'.
- (Chorus)
- Feels like I'm riddled with shots, lost in my thoughts,
- Missed too many shots, payin' secret costs.
- (Verse 4)
- Been in bondage, left in wreckage,
- No way to win, don't want it again.
- They can't comprehend, feels like I'm penned,
- Not the same, they defame, losin' my flame.
- (Chorus)
- Feels like I'm riddled with shots, lost in my thoughts,
- Missed too many shots, payin' secret costs.
- (Outro)
- Through the torment, findin' my segment,
- Kept my mind, won't be confined.
- Won't let hate domesticate, tryin' to eliminate,
- Just tryin' to recalibrate, ain't checkmate.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- My lyrical ability outweighin' my facility
- Capone came out of a lab, and he did 'em, he
- Ran from all the sissy-ery
- Had to run before he leave
- Deadly, my daily head fee
- Is completely free of charge, free!
- My hiking through these rounds is like Shaq with no rebounds
- Have to give the center of the crimescape
- Give you some diamonds, taken away by my bare cape
- Lyrics comin' at you again, we arrow straight
- Find it hard to believe you ain't with rate
- Hardcore hip hop take it this far
- East coast legend, make it, fists large
- Had to run around before you had to get past her
- See, listen to Rap Legend, you messin' with the master
- Have to slowly come at you to get faster
- And your rhymes age like milk soaked in plaster
- Serial filla, with my lyrics, I'm a still a
- Bitta rapper, you thought I was Drake
- No, I prefer Ye, we rockin' to new 45 Shade
- Till that beat comes on, it's all woo, woo, yay