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be fucking gangster
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Battle on September 20 2024
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- blocka blocka blocka, my words fly off the page
- spit like a king cobra, i'm a warthog enraged
- feather weight in the ring, silent on my feet
- rollin' deep with these cold killas and heavy drug dealas
- i'm the grunt labor, don't bother asking me for no favors
- pumping my savage beats up and down these silly streets
- i'm in too much pain to stand still, i cut the signal
- ghosting out, no paper trail
- it's open season and stacking hella killz
- put the pen to the paper and clear my mind
- gotta decide weather or not i'm gonna give you the evidence
- back alley negotiations, setting my own precedent
- chipped teeth chatter on the barrel, hammer cocked
- put the fear in your eyes cuz i've got a twitch in my finger
- don't you dare move, it's a hair trigger
- watch you sweat, watch you squirm
- schrödinger's cat, where your brains at? boom, make you snap back
- fuck you and all the fandem, it's just me and myself riding tandem
- never gonna see my face cuz fame is worthless
- all i care about is how deep my purse is
- i'll sell my singularity and double up for a green card
- fragrant foul, snapped tibia, red card
- fuck a picket fence and golf green grass
- all those chemicals makes it smell like ass
- upper-decker in your gold shitter, drag you over by the hair
- i'ma scalp ya' careful not to bash your head while i give ya' a swirly
- not gonna let you up until you choke down the entire bowl of brown water
- strike a flint and burn down your tower, take a piss and spit on your grave
- bitch, you never gonna grab pussy again
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Ayo, I’m rollin’ with the pain,
- Lost my homie to the game,
- He was ballin', chasin' fame,
- Now it’s ashes in my name.
- Cold nights on the block,
- Flippin' grams, tickin' clocks,
- Thug life, we never stop,
- But the reaper's got the drop.
- Bitches schemin’ for the stash,
- Niggas hustlin’, movin' fast,
- Turned a deal, thought it’d last,
- Now I’m toastin’ to his past.
- Heart heavy, feel the stress,
- Lost my brother, it’s a mess,
- In the streets, we were blessed,
- Now I’m crushin’ on this quest.
- Feds lurkin', eyes on me,
- Tryna flip it, feel the heat,
- I’m out here, can’t retreat,
- In this life, it’s cold concrete.
- Rollin' dice, we risk it all,
- Bustin’ moves, watch us ball,
- But when fate begins to call,
- You don't know who’s gonna fall.
- Rest in peace, my fallen G,
- Pourin’ liquor, let it be,
- In these alleys, memories, Lost in smoke, I can’t breathe.
- Every block, I feel your ghost, In the hustle, we were close,
- Now I’m flexin’, like a boast, But it hurts, I miss the most.
- Now I’m thuggin' through the night, Living hard, it ain’t right,
- Chasing demons, outta sight, But your spirit still ignites.
- A toast to my homie, dead and gone, Every corner, hear the song,
- Life’s a bitch, it’s been too long, Lost in smoke, but I stay strong.