Battles KRT vs DreadfulMenace
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round 4, almost the end
Max of 30 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- ...bitch, maybe you ain't hear me good enough, don't get got
- foldable crown, but i'm ill on this mic and you just not
- turn my bars into whispers, but i still overtalk, take a walk
- you damn right i aint just no power tool, i'm the whole fuckin' juggernaut
- you said you’ll nova my style? that’s some light work, fam
- but i’m the blacksmith forging suns, you can’t handle the brand
- claim divine ascension, like your bars are elite?
- i’m takin' aim at your throne, you gettin’ swept off your feet
- you really think you godly but you just cocky, ain't none of that there new to me
- get some edgenuity, we don't speak the same language
- this ain't no night train, so stay in yo lane, bitch
- my hands in the passing windows of the whip like a lyrical scrimmage
- ancestors had to endure whips and chains for us to get chains and whips
- so how you ancestral when you ain't endured shit, and you still winded
- i could put a backboard on a bar, and i still doubt you'd hit it
- you washed up, this shit is the pension, and l got you crossed up, give a fuck what yo pen sent
- you right, your legacy ain't no ghost, it been faded
- all that's left is the shell of a clam sittin on thin paper
- i didn't reach for the stars, i worked later and strived for greater
- while you sittin' back, gettin' yo shit derived from an ai generator (damn)
- commanding heaven and earth, what nigga, now you gojo?
- cuz no matter how much you animate your attacks, i know where you gon' go
- and i know where you won't go, and i go where you won't go
- lyricism is lyrically limited, puddles of rough patching in your battle rapping just like a poncho
- nah, fam, lemme chill out, but chill out from doin what? shit, i'm takin this lightly
- you a light? you get shine? you the undertaker? (heh) sounds like somebody wanna be like me
- what? i'm outclassed by a nigga with no pen game?
- yo menace fake, and that shit so criminal, you might as well have been framed
- every day, i just been countin' up, because i been paid
- first time i flexed, now go ahead and get that generated
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Your whole existence lookin' fragile as glass
- Each bar you spit makes me question if you'll last
- Talkin' bout setup? Boy, you set yourself up for slaughter
- Your whole career's 'bout to to turn to bloodied water
- You say you chef with a cleaver? That's cute
- I'm a apex predator, watch me execute
- Tear through your flesh with linguistic brutality
- While you stutter through bars with such banality
- Your rhymes hit like feathers on titanium frames
- While I'm droppin' missiles, levelin' everything in range
- Each breath you take is borrowed time in this game
- Watch me erase your existence, make you forget your own name
- Talk about my catalog? At least I got classics
- While your tracks sound like a funeral dirge for the spastic
- Each word you spit's a testament to mediocrity
- While I'm crafting verses that'll haunt posterity
- Your carpenter with K line? Boy please
- I'm nuclear warfare, you're a summer breeze
- Your threats are empty as your bank account
- While I'm dropping warheads, watch the body count mount
- Your whole crew watchin' as I architect your downfall
- Each syllable I architect designed to make your empire fall
- You ain't built for this war, you're just cannon fodder
- Watch your whole existence get reduced to matter
- You ended weak with dots like you couldn't finish
- I'll end this clean, watch your whole career diminish
- In this verbal genocide, you're just another casualty
- Rest in pieces, cause there's nothing left of your reality