Battles TaterHedd vs Tewsly
RULES
Hitmaking abilities
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- //Intro//
- Yuh, yuh
- I'm 'botta
- //Chorus//
- I get the bag, I get the pad
- I got the label and I'mma go mad
- I got the chorus, I'll carry the tag
- Put a rapper on the map
- I get the bag, I'mma go mad
- Y'all are so fond of me but still so bad
- I am a hitmaker, blocked up like ads
- Gotta go hard, run it back
- //Verse 1//
- I got these people lookin' at me like they ain't rich
- I'mma turn to millionaires and turn 'em famous
- Put my name on the map and on the namelist
- Comin' for your job like robots, take off day shifts
- I don't mess around, I see my stacks, and get aroused
- All o' y'all can keep on walkin', keep on talkin', let it out
- I'mma hit maker, not a peacemaker, settin' ground
- You talk about me like you better, you caressin' now
- //Chorus//
- I get the bag, I get the pad
- I got the label and I'mma go mad
- I got the chorus, I'll carry the tag
- Put a rapper on the map
- I get the bag, I'mma go mad
- Y'all are so fond of me but still so bad
- I am a hitmaker, blocked up like ads
- Gotta go hard, run it back
- //Verse 2//
- Hunnid racks, call up X
- Tell him that we got threats
- But I'm playin' low, I take advice
- I make sure that my fame don't bite
- How he cry to this and still don't rate a nine, tell 'em, tell 'em
- You can call me Soulja Boy, the way that I, tell 'em, tell 'em
- Make sure they don't get hella, hella
- Tryna make sure I'm gon' spell a letter (ay!)
- //Chorus//
- I get the bag, I get the pad
- I got the label and I'mma go mad
- I got the chorus, I'll carry the tag
- Put a rapper on the map
- I get the bag, I'mma go mad
- Y'all are so fond of me but still so bad
- I am a hitmaker, blocked up like ads
- Gotta go hard, run it back
- //Outro//
- We takin' over!
- ZX Entertainment
- The one and only
- Mista Rise To The Top!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- (Intro)
- Alright, mic check, I need some more guitar, there we go, Ayo
- This song goes out to anyone
- Who thinks I’m sounding like a fucking bot
- Because you have no logic
- Alright look, ayo
- (Verse 1)
- Fuck you, Bwes, you keep on dick riding and sayin’ that I’m using Ai,
- But you can’t even get a CSI, because your ass is now on PTI,
- You say free ysl, but why should we free ysl? If he torn his MCL(HA!)
- I’m sorry that you can’t identify skill, but man your so fed up,
- That you need to get some bwes ass attention, But didn’t KO say I didn’t use Ai??
- And your still going on and on, that shit said zero percent ai,
- No artificial intelligence on are screen, but you have to grab a big square tv to see what I see,
- Because your ass is to old to know what all my lyrics really mean,
- You use arrows to find out who’s coming up with these extraterrestrial lyrics,
- But you can’t even get to the ‘yric, because y’all have to mimic all these flows y’all be puttin’ in y’all’s speech’s,
- What? You didn’t think I wasn’t going to let it slide?
- But now your shit is on a landslide, yes this is an alternate rhyme scheme,
- It goes like ABAB, repeats, spittin’ this shit down to the critique
- But there’s some bitches that I’m tired with that I’m going to address,
- oh, uh-huh, I play like y’all niggas, rhyme by rhyme, yes,
- My success rate has been perfectly consistent these days,
- And I’m giving it to y’all niggas band by band, like it’s day by day
- But who really gives a hot flying fuck? Because we have Ai detectors who keeps on checkin’,
- Like this is some Chinese Checkers, This shit is a mystery to humanity, my deck keeps poppin’ and poppin’
- And I’m not stoppin’ no time soon, if you think you have me on the ropes, your a dumb ass fool
- Maybe you should check my rap tool I’ve been usin’, It’s called a fucking’ brain, pen, and paper,
- Maybe you should try it out some time, but before you start making it to much of a big deal
- I’ll make sure I’ll put your ass in a tight seal, strangle your ass with a legal microscopic Michael-range-o-lo extensional cord
- But I gotta play this “mic check one two on two!?”, because this machine gun Kelly runs around like he’s machine gone heazzy
- Like how are you going to test-me? If you can’t testify your own truth that you fucked up
- Micheal probably needs a new update, because he always had that MCL injury (damn)
- Like Hi Mr.jury? Can you now hear are evidence to this case? Because this shit is a waste
- Don’t think your in the clear KNM, your in the X factor but I don’t give a damn
- Same as UFR, how are you the princess if your ass is copying my flows? Same as killer
- Maybe I should be-little you and say what I really need to say, y’all two keep copyin’ and pastin’
- Like I don’t own a mother fuckin’ copy right…
- (End of the demo)