Battles vs jamalYN
RULES
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
jamalYN won this battle!
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Battle on January 5 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- yuh.
- three ckicken wings witht the fried rice
- peach tea and we serving up a total loss
- check my gang roll
- check my name call
- work hard
- citadel standards
- lunch on the bench
- newspaper and tea
- moleman mentality
- aftermath reality
- climactic climax in a land of chaos
- swerve
- pivot hard in this chaos
- step into the snow and ascend forbidden trails
- snakes in the desert
- spiders on the path
- wild weaves and mozaic brigadiers
- in touch with the earth's internal senses
- an aquifer of data and conctext
- placid. timeless.
- words. words. words.
- undown'd tree keeps a lonesome mentality
- axe to a problem and the knots slow to loosen
- move a moose move and oxe
- rull the bulls
- get bury'd under a baffalo's hooves
- grit in the rough
- collectin' ivory, hide and tusk
- woolen knavery in the slough
- trackin' bear inna trucc
- king's taxes
- best standards homosapien profoundness
- prolific kindness
- in a mindset of mutual finesse
- slant
- on a bench of premature inmates
- juuvenile fascists facet
- in class electives with basic intellectual basis
- homeostasis
- homophobia keeping old graces
- uncheck my selectives
- yuh,
- feel the weight of my chains
- feel the weight of how these chains hang
- touch the depths of this pain and drink it in
- fuccbichzzz get hunny
- play no games
- 'errythin' i do iz big munny
- high grade ammunition when it's time ball in the paint
- stept when it comes to this weight. yuh.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Yo, you think you fly? Bitch, you ain't shit, just a little pup,
- Three chicken wings, you soft, man, I call your bluff.
- Sippin’ peach fucking tea on a damn bench, what's wrong with you?
- I'm out here grinding hard while your lazy ass sits and stews.
- Moleman mentality, hiding like a punk in the shadows,
- You actin’ like a hero but you fakin’ all your battles.
- Climactic? Nah, you just another cliché ho,
- Snow on your path, man, I’m blazing through this flow.
- Snakes in the desert, but I’m the real fucking beast,
- You just a lost sheep, can’t even feast in this piece.
- Collecting ivory? What the hell do you own?
- Just echoes of my greatness like a king on his throne.
- Homeostasis? You need a fucking reality check,
- With a side of homophobia, damn, what the heck?
- Juvenile fascists in your boring-ass class,
- I’m breaking all the rules, you sit there and pass.
- Feel the weight of these chains, heavy like artillery,
- While you sip your tea, I’m here with my delivery.
- Step the fuck back, or get crushed under my sound,
- When it comes to this weight, man, I’m here to pound.
- So take your three fucking wings and your sad little vibes,
- I’m the voice in the storm, while you just take dives.
- You can play your little games, but I’m on a different plane,
- Bitch, I’m here to reign while you’re stuck in your shame.