Battles vs Yensy
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Setting- rundown church
- (Verse 1)
- They tell me to praise the lord
- I do but I get bored
- then I start to feel like I'm ignored
- as if they ripped out my vocal cord
- (Chorus)
- How can I praise the lord?
- when the church is rundown
- I feel like a fucking clown
- I might just shutdown
- so I can fucking breakdown
- (Verse 2)
- Give money for a thing that don't exist
- I want to find the nearest witness
- to tell me he was born on christmas
- did you ever feel like religion is a sickness
- is there such a thing as forgiveness?
- (Chorus)
- How can I praise the lord?
- when the church is rundown
- I feel like a fucking clown
- I might just shutdown
- so I can fucking breakdown
- (Verse 3)
- They tell me to see him
- but how do I begin?
- when the church is fucking rippin
- pieces falling to the ground
- I hate this fucking town
DEFENDER'S RAP
- (Verse 1)
- Yo, I roll deep while you just stay broke,
- Flexin' like you got it, but it’s all a joke.
- Claimin' money moves, but you sleepin' on the street,
- While I’m stacking chips, you just playin' for defeat.
- (Verse 2)
- I pull up in the ride, you still catchin' the bus,
- Talkin' big game, but ain't got the guts.
- Your pockets lookin' light, man, where's your dough?
- While I’m makin' waves, you just driftin' like a flo.
- (Chorus)
- You a cashless clown, just a phony-ass fool,
- Tryna school me, but you can't even drool.
- Got no hustle, that’s the realest true fact,
- When I hit the scene, boy, you know I attack.
- (Verse 3)
- I got flows so sick, like I’m spittin' with the plague,
- You try to step up, but you just a little vague.
- Actin' like a thug, but I see through your bluff,
- You're soft like marshmallow, I’m just too damn tough.
- (Verse 4)
- Stay frontin' on the 'gram, but your life’s a disguise,
- Countin' all your likes while I’m countin' real pies.
- You just a wannabe, I’m the real deal,
- While you broke as fuck, I’m stacking nine figures, feel?
- (Chorus)
- You a cashless clown, just a phony-ass fool,
- Tryna school me, but you can't even drool.
- Got no hustle, that’s the realest true fact,
- When I hit the scene, boy, you know I attack.
- (Verse 5)
- Bet you thought you could flex, but you ain’t got the bread,
- I’ll pull the whole card, put you right in the red.
- Livin’ in a fantasy, call it broke-boy dreams,
- I’m a king on this track, while you just hear the screams.
- (Outro)
- So step back, clown, and know your damn place,
- I'm the heavyweight champ, you're just outta the race.
- With the heat of my bars, I’ll burn your weak claims,
- This is cashless clownin’, you ain’t in my games.