Battles  KRT vs RapBoat

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • niggas want smoke from the grim reaper, latex black trench with black gloves and smokin' the cig, uh
  • boat tailed bullets do titanic damage, to sum it up, I make that ship sink, bruh
  • you collide with the iceberg, get knocked off ya feet, bruh, by the one and only, KRT, huh
  • in the dead of the night, you drown in my sea of lyricism, nobody gonna see, bruh
  • rapboat, claim you blastin' bars, but you a keyboard warrior, you all caps, hoe
  • wack, yo, when I put pen to paper, it's weed smoke as the exhaust
  • you lack any of the plaques to fuck with me, no silver teeth, go get some listerine
  • I keep that heavy metal on my waist, no motörhead, but they know I got bands on me
  • yeah, broad daylight, still send this red beam through the sky, this boat know the storm comin'
  • yeah, who ya feelin' like, he don't tote no pole strong enough to be a storm runner
  • yeah, boogie on down, say ya comin' from hardship, starvin' like marvin, but prolly gay in candlelight
  • yeah, look at this clown, with a circus profile, easy target like he totin' a sattelite
  • like yes I'm comin' with it, and no you don't got digits,
  • I could put my name on a mile wide dartboard and I still doubt you'd hit it
  • I ain't worried bout the fame, you broke the law, challengin' me, and now I'm finna fix it
  • I ain't worried bout no lames, or no hoe, I could tell ya girl to send me a tit, think I'ma lick
  • I smoke you and leave you burnt and left over, like some ash in an ash tray
  • ashtray, this battle a landslide cuz we all know that you can't match me,
  • blackface, we know in the candlelight you put on a persona, like a waxed face
  • ya peaked early, get sacked late, challengin' me, when ya don't ball, you make trash plays
  • hollow vessel, can’t float with the heavyweights, leave ya whole career anchored in dead water
  • hollow pencil, I keep it tucked like a feather, wait, watch over son's mistake like a dead father
  • callin' me out, I make that vessel shake, capsize the hull, a wet maruder
  • the death officer, I kill niggas without a beat, merciless, got the devil offerin' peace and protect
  • I boat a wreck, send em overboard, soul sailing in the afterlife, now he rap on spirit tracks
  • boat at the dock, stomach in knots, anchor in his back like I pinned him to the spot, ay
  • I flood boat, submerge em in a sea of pain, red water turn him to fish drink, sharks say champagne
  • I didn't do it to you, ya did it to yourself
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DEFENDER'S RAP

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  • Let me break it boldly blunt as brass, big as a boulder
  • Cause this clueless crooked clown can’t comprehend or shoulder
  • The sole specific reason I slapped your sad signature on
  • Was so your dumbass could see how I severed then gone
  • You ain’t no collaborator, you couldn’t contribute crumbs
  • I added your name just so you’d catch this shit you bum
  • I wouldn’t let you spit on a stage for scraps or cents
  • For washed-up wannabes who couldn’t conjure up sense
  • But I wanted you to hear every syllable spit sharp
  • On your worthless rep, got your ego fully ripped apart
  • You still didn’t get it, slow as snails in syrup
  • The diss flew so high while your grasp never gripped up
  • You thought I put you on for some special sort of status
  • You’re the punchline, pathetic, couldn’t even catch this
  • 
I write with a feather, you tethered to lines light as a petal
  • Couldn't weather a storm and you barely battle the kettle
  • Crawlin dial-up speeds when that shit already sped

  • You crashed, but the pinata broke empty and now you beggin for cash
  • Collapsing in space, the desperation’s drippin but it’s just wastin grace
  • You’re screamin, dreamin, and I know that you think that you’re leanin on blessings
  • But really you’re stressed, it’s a mess, like a body unaddressed in confessions
  • Talkin' trash like it's currency, but you still in the deficit, you gotta rehearse your verses, non-requisite

  • Claimin you blessed but the chest caved in, step back, take notes, see the mess you in
  • Your worth in the game is smaller than none, you’re out here screamin but the show’s been done
  • Talentless and trapped, what's left to address, you got bodied but still claimin you’re blessed
  • If you still wanna talk trash then go on, let’s dance, but your whole career couldn't stand a chance
  • Now how does it feel to be this slow that you’re stuck in the mud and you don’t even know?
  • So yeah, keep talking, but at the end of the day you’re not offended because that track had your name
  • You’re offended because I put you on blast and you were too fucking dumb to know it until today

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