Battles Day1Nigga vs DreadfulMenace
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- This shit too easy for me now
- Nigga, trolls been goin' plat' since back when CDs was around
- What you sold, I tripled that, I can't believe these fuckin' clowns
- Look how everybody clappin' when your thirty-song album do a measly hundred thou'
- If I'm bettin' on myself, then I'll completely double down
- If you hated on a nigga, please don't greet me with a pound
- I be stayin' out the way, but if the beef do come around
- Could put a M right on your head, you Luigi brother now
- Trace my steps all in this game, you could see we cover ground
- Back and forth from NC to New York when eating in the lounge
- Vivid memories, niggas start to squeeze, we duckin' down
- So many shells left on the ground, it make the Easter Bunny proud
- I get up, dust my clothes off, sleep is the cousin of death
- No plans to doze off, the streets, it don't come with a ref
- I never sold soft, just creeped where the hustlers crept
- And got they O's off, you reach, niggas uppin' like Steph
- To blow your nose off, gesundheit, and then resume flight
- As if it never happened, shit we witnessed full of so much sickness
- Angels sheddin' tears in Heaven, word to the kraken
- Off this clever rapping, bitch, my pockets gon' forever fatten
- They gon' forever fatten
- See, we tried to tell niggas
- They act like they don't even fuckin' speak English
- Bitch, my pen to the paper's lethal
- I'm sendin' 'em straight to meet the
- The nigga that made them peep the reaper
- Creepin' on ya, the scent of failure reekin' on ya
- Check your genitalia, pussy-niggas bleedin' on yourself
- Fuckin' with trolls is bold, but it's impedin' on your health
- All yo' niggas eatin' off your wealth
- All my niggas feedin' all they selves, and it feels swell
- Krispy Kreme dreams, sometime my dawgs wanna kill twelve
- 'Cause they steady harassin'
- We seen dilemmas like Nelly and Kelly that end in the deadliest fashion
- My young niggas nutty, they blastin'
- Bullets be hummin' like Cudi but one of yo' hoodies Spaghetti-O splashin'
- All over the driveway, y'all talkin' all sideways
- Shots poppin' off, y'all laid down
- Cops chalkin' off y'all legs now
- (Shit) God watchin', "Hey, Yahweh"
- My niggas looked up to the sky like we sendin' 'em y'all way
DEFENDER'S RAP
- They sent me to kill a king, but this ain't a fairy tale
- It's a parable how I turn a throne to a burial
- Your crown's fragile, cracked under the weight of pride
- I'm the architect of empires, you're a tenant inside
- Your penmanship died, I see the ghost in your rhymes
- You're stuck in '09, I'm here composing new times
- Every line's a guillotine, sharp, precise, and measured
- You're a jester in the court, I'm the heir to this treasure
- The metaphor's a blade, my delivery's the hilt
- Carve my legacy in stone, leave your name in the silt
- Your style's outdated fam, it's plain embarrassing
- My cadence is an arrowhead, your flow's an old saracen
- Swing with a featherweight punch, think you float like Ali?
- I rope-a-dope your schemes, leaving you on the marquee
- It's chess not checkers, my moves break the calculus
- You're predictable dog, I counter you algorithm-less
- They said iron sharpens iron, but you're brittle as glass
- I forge bars in the furnace, you just mimic the past
- Your punchlines are fossils, buried under my reign
- Excavate 'em, dust 'em off, they still sound the same
- I'm not a battle rapper, I'm a lyrical plague
- A seismic force that shatters every syllable cage
- While you recycle your angles, I invent dimensions
- Shift paradigms with metaphors that defy conventions
- My ink bleeds though the fabric of time and space
- While your weak schemes just vanish, erased in disgrace
- I don't spit for applause, I spit for the legacy
- My words etch scriptures, yours fade like memories
- So bring your best writtens, your multis and cadence
- I'm disassembling your lines like literary masons
- This is rap alchemy, raw skill's my golden touch
- And you? A wooden pawn, crushed under my brush
- Crown tilted on your head like it's begging for theft
- In the end, you'll kneel to me, begging what's left
- I'm the king of this gambit, no need for a rook
- Play your last card, then fold, I already wrote the book