Battles KRT vs RapBoat
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4eal
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
This battle ended in a tie.
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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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- 4eal
DEFENDER'S RAP
- 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