Battles vs Young_Sage
RULES
this train wreck of thought went off track and found your face...
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
This battle ended in a tie.
2 ROUNDS
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Battle on December 22 2024
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- aight lemme talk my shit, i'm tellin' you heaux
- about how stupid these bros really is, i mean look at these bitches
- rich boy status but they don't even know what money is
- i'll take em to the bank, have one conversation with the manager
- and freeze their accounts, on account of their unearn'd privilege and ignorance
- lemme show you sum belligerence, these dick for brains is a debt on my
- insurance, so get em back in kindergarten and strap some diapers on em
- just put em in nasa, i'll vote for more monkeys in space
- the moon can be the new prison colony like the alphane clans
- been reading Philip k dick since I was a kid with it, it's gonna be hard
- to trip me up, i'm already so trip'd out, a tripod when i take aim, so drop dead
- before you see me fucc yo' bitchz brains out, lemme tell you about some
- real shit
- talk to you about this dilemma,
- big cheddar, bad bitches on all up in my drama, tryna drive me bonkers
- all the way from here to yonkers, cold business, so I just put some
- fresh socks on'er and send the rest of y'all to the cleaners
- roll up, i'm way beyond bentleys, benz, and beamers
- i'm talkin' custom build with the hottest dreamers, cream scheme to rape
- all of your orgy dreams, cumz with a bucket, you kno what i mean
- get a grip or you'll trip on some dumb shit spit backwards by a dumb bitch
- lackin' clarity or sensitivity to the reality of the calamity that chokes us all out
- with invisible hands, that's sum retard economics, thirty two extendos
- so who gonna be the next martyr to wear the holy shoes, cripple your pockets
- moldy thirty twos, get inna wreck and bless the asphalt with your post-pubescent
- blood, i'm talking like this is a blackboard in the basement of hell, for only the
- truest criminals, where all the baddest delinquents dwell, better learn fast
- before i lose you in the past, ja. you only get the demon's laughter
- it's the c.r.e.a.m., i've got sum, ya. but it's my charactar, charm and humor, i'm authentic and that's why yo' bitch is stalking after my stock
- talk about humiliation in the face of foreclosure, eviction and bankruption
- i don't care too much, cuz you're the source of the corruption
- how you get all those dollars in the first place heaux, did you steal, blackmail
- hoard investments and maintain those redlines in our property schemes
- did you sell out for a million, only to learn that your soul was worth billions
- yea, I don't really care though, you'll only be getting the devil's laughter
- from me, hoe. trust. i'm all pent up in the penitentiary, just a little bit of money
- it's so funny, the thin gold line that separates the poorest from the rich
- made my fortune by digging this ditch, flex on these heaux
- ninety nine problems, yeah. and 12 is still the biggest, ha. play this trap
- rhapsody on you bohemians, plebeians, fucc yo' bitch after she left you
- sayin' she was lesbian, i'm so unforgiving, like the result of a head injury
- from an equestrian, better stay laying in that gurney, there ain't no limit to
- the rounds that we've got setup in this tourney, internet protocol has me
- wiping out my tracks after the first ten rounds, bcuz the undying pools of blood
- that i left in yo' hood remain the testament to my realness, try and sidestep
- around my foolhardiness, i'll take you out by accident with one of my
- previous writings, thus the deletions, you'll be reading volume two
- of my records, digging thru crates, libraries, catalogs and albums
- Crenshaw Chronicles was mine via first edition, pay homage to a true
- mathematician, i'm all up in your digits working magic, so fucc off with that
- lack of talent, i don't manage well when it's face to face with these bigots
- cut their shit off so that they bleed out like a spigot, all crew abandon any
- mansion that smells like death, pussy and maggots. I'll tell you about
- something worth burning. turn anyone who reneges on my deals into a
- oh what's that word that i can never say. starts with an F. has a double G.
- take your head off like it's the golf ball sitting in my tea. yeah, I got mad energy
- decipher your game and write your wall on the name. born in the darkness
- i'm allergic to fame. dollar dollar bills y'all. just wait until the breadbox calls
- book deals in frames hanging up on my walls
- taking heads, string you up by the balls
- no mercy, check my photo, just look for Chief Gall
- hatchet in the back of your skull like that one elf dude in the Two Towers
- shit, gotta Google dis bitch, hollon... Haldir of Lórien
- handsome fella ain't he, dead by an orc's hands, what a travesty. i do it like the orc. gladly.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- see boy want to rap
- i will teach this boy who is wack
- you can't rhyme, that's plain to see
- my khukuri's sharp, you'll bleed with glee
- many fakes I've seen try to spit
- your weak flow's just a pile of shit
- I'll flush your rhymes down the drain
- my glock's chipped but I'll bring the pain
- your lines lack story, they're just lame
- my fire bars will put yours to shame
- you thought my verses were just heat
- but these cold bars will seal your defeat
- as my rhymes leave your soul deceased
- next time bring skills, or rest in peace