Battles vs T3ETEKIN
RULES
CÚM AT ME BRO
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
This battle ended in a tie.
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Battle on December 6 2024 and Battle on December 8 2024
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- i know the beat by heart. go ahead and start
- read a book and get smart. i could name a name or two
- drop a title track and put a billion down on you
- just need some quiet down time to rest and relax
- tryna pop open that toynbee and get real heavy in the hood with yasiin
- bitch. na'mean
- fuccc none of y'all got even a clue about what the fuck i mean
- na'mean. who da fuccc u think u iz in dis biz if u don't kno what prolific iz
- rupture yo' spleen with my gangsta ass bars, fast cars, flavorful ladies from very very far
- been in cuffs enuff times to know, this bullshit never ends fair
- har har. bend over and cough. yeah whatever
- get a good look, cuz you'll never be hard enuff to have it
- cuz on da outside i'm peering into the blackest depths yo' soul
- starin you back into a corner. burning holes in u hoes until we all too hurt to speak
- gettin real violent with my thoughts
- forging my brutality into words before my hands resort to speech
- i just need a good bitch who wants a baby to hold. wrap em up in diamonds, kevlar and gold
- never fit the bill, too complex like origami never in the fold, ice on my teeth
- damn. my breath iz colllld. always break the mold
- i'ma go m.i.a. like m.i.a. you NEVER EVER
- put a real boss bitch on hold. tell these record labels to succc my shit
- don' give a fuccc. da phone's on speaker while i'm fucccinn yo' biccchhh
- yuh. beat dat pussy up. she way she says my name gonna be the
- hottest feature on the hottest record. for the record. wap it up. save it for later in a to-go box. breakfast dinner and lunch
- all this lyngus i'ma suck. fuccc the haters. i'ma go all out. turn me on like a garden hose
- hear this jew boi just keep on goin spout spout
- hearing em complain like i'ma rich boi who just likes to pout
- gimme a break ho. i'm out here runnin routes, runnin screens
- scrubbing down the streets, flushing out the mountain streams
- gonna feel my whole team shining like the winter sun
- cuban bling linking our economy with unbreakable trust
- i'll drop bars on bars on bars. pierce your vision, rapier thrust
- leave you blind and gasping at the sight of my battle scars
- lost at sea. had to paddle against the storm.
- heal the heart. mend the soul. clear the mind. take control.
- letters from gandhi to tolstoy, the red army on a salt march
- civil rights leader behavior kind of shit.
- from the holocaust to slavery, apartheid in gaza
- my politics are too radical
- my attitude just gets these fascists going in spasms
- while they bitchz clinch on my dick feelin a hunnid orgazms
- make em dance make em twerk
- she on da job and loves it when i watch her werk
- fuccc all this petty bullshit na'mean
- dollars on my name, let's see how eighty thousand fans like it
- when i donate cream. take one for the team
- and come back hard like simone on dat rock hard balance beam
- fuccc u talkin bout, i'm all ears nothing coming outta my mouff
- take a lil midnight drive down thurston road
- let's play a lil game. is this a prison or a preschool. hallway heroes...
- blocka blocka blocka heard an old name whisper in
- my brains... goes. by. the. name. of. kip. kinkel.
- all up in another twenty five eight in the ak factory like chaplin
- now i'm up in the heli with the bird's eye, huck for for mcconkey
- right hand to god, killin u deadly with these chamonix vibes
- fuccc yeeehaw i hike my alta lines, flight risk when i carry this
- bomb on tha plane, i'ma real menace, but i appreciate it when
- some truly dreadful prints out thr blueprint and shoves you in
- line. look at my eyes. now you see what the definition of mass
- murder is. blowin the roof sky high. fallin into heaven. callin it
- a skydive. bitches.
- driving past you while you ride the bus. best be throwing those scabs offa there.
- already done work in a prison facility for dementia care. no crabs, lice, under-covers, or angels who lost they dust.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I don’t say this lightly, but I’m tired of the chaos,
- Facing battles daily, from the patriarchy to the payoffs.
- Where freedom's just a slogan, and they treat us like a pawn,
- While the scales are tipped, the true war is on.
- In systems so corrupt, they disguise their intentions,
- While the silent cries of mothers fuel their apprehensions.
- Voices drowned in the noise, of media's tight grip,
- As the narratives they push make us question our script.
- It’s maddening how many blindly follow the trend,
- Chasing empty promises while the real struggles blend.
- Misguided by the rhetoric, the glossy ads and lies,
- Oblivious to the pain that under the surface lies.
- The rich get richer, while the rest take the fall,
- Politicians in their ivory towers, ignoring it all.
- Claiming they’re the saviors, but we see who they serve,
- It’s the 1% in power, who always curve the verve.
- But their agendas are clear, in the fine print concealed,
- With their plans for a future that leaves the truth repealed.
- From climate change to censorship, they steer the conversation,
- Turning hope into fear, mastering manipulation.
- Look at the divide, where unity’s been shattered,
- Fighting over labels while real issues are scattered.
- This new generation is caught in a loop,
- With distractions that only serve to deepen the scoop.
- Yet we’re missing the big picture, lost in registration,
- As they tighten the reins with every new legislation.
- Corporations dictate, riding on our frustrations,
- Creating problem after problem, fueling complications.
- From tech giants to pharma, all in sync like a choir,
- Churning out their profits while igniting the fire.
- Every conversation monitored, every thought a risk,
- As truth gets buried deeper in the political mist.
- All in our faces, acting like it’s benign,
- I wish more would awaken, see the hidden design.
- The time we waste in silence, makes the grip even tighter,
- Sparking more questions, igniting a fire.
- As voices rally together, we’ll cut through the noise,
- Unite against the system, reclaiming our joys.
- Each of us holds the power to rewrite this story,
- To challenge the grips of those claiming their glory.
- So I’ll say it again: it’s time to rise and listen,
- Together we’ll uncover the truth they’re dismissin’.
- It's a mission we can complete if we stand as one,
- Shattering these chains so the real fight’s begun.